Being Told You're Beautiful

Call me a stalker, but I don't care.

I don't know if this makes any sense at all... I shall continue to witter away at the bottom. Go read!

*Hane's POV*

Wow. The boys were even more stunning in person than through a screen. You could practically see the intricate web of trust connecting these five amazing guys together. The concert was ace. You could genuinely see that they loved what they did and were truly enjoying performing for us.

But all too soon, they had finished their encores and had retreated backstage for the final time. I turned to Amy and Lily, stunned. "I think I just experienced heaven" Amy stated, her voice hoarse from the screaming. I just nodded, at a loss for words. Lily however, had pulled out a mirror and was examining her reflection. "I am so sweaty it's unreal! My skin will be in SUCH a bad state tomorrow" she exclaimed angrily. I ignored her. She was not bringing my mood down on this special, special night.

"C'mon then, let's go, your dad'll be waiting for us Hane" Amy gathered up our stuff, checking we had everything. That was normally my job, but I think she'd cottoned on that I still hadn't quite reattached myself to reality, as I allowed her to guide me out of the arena to join the back of the queue for the exit.

*Niall's POV*

"THANK YOU GLASGOW! WE LOVE YOU SCOTLAND!" All five of us yelled out into the screaming mass of girls as we exited the stage for the last time.

"Most definitely one of the most energetic crowds we've ever had!" Harry was jumping around like a crazy kid so the statement came out rather like "mOst ... DEfiniTELy ... one OF the ... most ... EnERGetic ... CRowds we've ... eVER ... hAd" I agreed before quickly excusing myself to get un-miked, and then went to get changed out of my sweaty clothes, into some comfy stuff. We were only going from here to the hotel and the van had tinted windows so no one would see me.

Back at our hotel room, I collapsed onto my bed, just as Liam and Zayn wandered in, still on a high from the performance, discussing signs they'd seen in the crowd. Don't get me wrong, i loved the performance, but the whole time I was scanning the crowd for that one girl whose tweet I'd seen, even though there was no chance of me ever spotting her in the sea of teenage girls. As I opened up my phone I prepared myself for the torrent of mentions from twitter. Most of them were saying how good the concert was and how they wanted me to follow them. I ignored them, and went straight into this girl's profile.

Call me a stalker, but I don't care.

She hadn't tweeted anything since that last one to all of us. I read through some of her tweets and they were hilarious, and random too - she had quite a dry, sharp sense of humour. There were three girls in her profile picture. One was tall and ginger, one tanned and dark haired, and one was small and petite with long, golden angel curls.

I couldn't tell which girl she was, but I secretly hoped she was the blonde one. She seemed to radiate beauty.

Suddenly I felt a presence peering over my shoulder. I quickly locked my iPhone and glanced up, only to be met by a smirking Zayn. "What?" I asked, irritated. He grinned slyly at me before replying "Try to keep your eyes inside your head now please Nialler" he winked at me before sauntering off into the bathroom, surprise surprise. Once sure he was gone and checking that Liam was still fully engrossed in his skype call to Danielle, I unlocked my phone and began to type.

*Hane's POV again*

"And when they sang Moments...!" we were all still giddy with elation as we rolled out the car into the house, greeting my mum and bombarding her with ecstatic snippets of amazement. By the time we were upstairs and into our pyjamas, it was past one in the morning. I suddenly realised that I hadn't turned my phone back on sine the concert.

Deciding to rectify that, I clambered over Lily and Amy's dozy bodies as we were chatting to reach my phone on the other side of the room. I then had to navigate my way back to my bed, my phone clutched in my hand, silently turning on. A notification popped up in the twitter app, as I opened it up, only half paying attention to Lily complaining about how her numerous crushes weren't responding to her not-so-subtle-flirting.

It was under my profile, as I searched the screen, past the photo of me, Cathy and Amy before Selena's party. That was an interesting night, especially for Amy. She got her first kiss. Off a drunken game of spin the bottle, but she didn't seen to mind. An there it was. A DM. I clicked on the wee '1'. And froze.

"Hane?! Hane? Hello? What's up?" I was shaken out of my trance.

"Hane, honey? What's wrong? Speak to me!" Amy was beginning to get worried I could tell. I cleared my throat.

" I... I... I think Niall Horan just DMed me."

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Life tip: DON'T LET THE LLAMAS GET A FEAR OF FLYING LEMONS. It does not end well.