Secretly Stalked: One Direction Story

Chapter 52: Pt 2:

Chapter 52: part 2:

MORGAN POV~~~

This stadium is amazing! I still can't process backstage passes PLUS front row tickets. #Livinlikelarry (Stylinson) We all stood watching in amazement as Beyoncé her self came out to us and looked us up and down.

"No. Friggin. Way. One Direction!" she cheered.

"Beyoncé!" Everyone cheered back at her. That is, all of us except Niall. I quickly nudged him hoping he'd stop drooling, introduce him self and say hi. He really liked Beyoncé.

Technically I'd call him a fan boy. I mean he knows so much about Beyoncé. it's crazy. Like her favorite color, fast food restraunt, make up brand, pop, cereal. It never stops let me tell you.

"Hey there." He said shyly in his Irish accent. Beyoncé turned to him and smiled.

"Niall isn't it? Hey!" she asked. All Niall could do is nod. "I love your hair by the way!" Without warning she ruffled his blonde locks. He cackled his original and adorable laugh.

I quickly whispered to her as she smirked at the sight of Nialls laughing. "He likes you as you may be able to tell but he's not the best at trying to show it." She shrugged.

"It's quite attractive If you ask me." And you heard it. A 32 year old likes Niall Horan a 20 year old. Can't complain about Caroline flack can we? "Hey Niall can I show you my dressing room?" Beyoncé asked.

"That would be amazing! Are you kidding me?" He asked in his Irish accent. She nodded, motioning for him to follow her. Niall's jaw dropped as she turned away and he jumped up and down before continuing after her.

"Well there our little boy goes. Out into the big world." Josh said grabbing his chest like he got a heart attack.

Zayn faked fainting. "He can't be out on his own. All those prowling ladies..."

I cackled really obnoxiously, holding on to Harry for balance. "Guys can we please just be happy for him? he's like a little kid at a candy shop."

"Fine. Lets." Zayn agreed. "Why don't we get drinks. We certainly have time to pass."

"I'll take the orders." Paul offered, whipping his large notepad out of the

Men's jeans pockets that go on for ever. Along with an orange marker.

In my head I ask, why orange. Why not purple? Or blue? Or green? To be honest I just don't know why he liked the orange. It can't honestly matter that much.......

As Paul walked away I turned to Harry's twinkling green eyes. Happiness and list were showing. To be honest, It was pretty hot. I leaned in and closed my eyes.

Things like this would never become old.

Niall POV:

ERMAHGERD. Beyoncé just invited me to her backstage dressing room. Can you believe it, cause I cant? Knowing my way around backstage like the back of my hand, I maneuvered the maze of hallways next to Beyoncé and I quickly excused my self.

I shut the door to the bathroom and stopped at the sink. I washed my hands and then splashed my face. Beyoncé is my woman crush Wednesday. Literally. She's like a goddess. I need to look good and presentable. May I suggest HOT?

Staring up into the wide mirror I inspected my face. My electrifying blue eyes standing out. My light, clear complexion, free of any scars, bumps, light tan. Brown roots sprung up from my head, then lightly leading into my bright bleach blond locks. My hair stood straight up with some gel.