Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Thirty

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Thirty

The concert that night was crazy. 

I had put on a cream with gold sparkles PINK crew neck and light gray skinny jeans before getting out of the tour bus which had been parked in a secret location, but as soon as we entered the building, it was chaos.  They couldn't see us, but we could hear the screaming through solid brick walls.

Before I even knew what was happening, the boys were stripping down to get into their concert clothes. In front of all the hair and makeup stylists, their security, etc. And I was the only one to think it a bit strange. They were in the clothes they wore every night. Niall was wearing a polo (which he looked exceptionally hot in, no surprise there), Harry had a blazer, Liam was wearing plaid, Louis had his usual stripes and Zayn his letterman jacket.

"There's somebody special opening up for us tonight," Harry said as a stylist fixed his hair here and there. "I think you and her may get along."

As if on cue, there was a quick knock on the door before it opened a girl who looked about Louis' age walked in. She had curled dark hair and was also wearing more makeup than I ever did, but it suited her. Her eyelashes were batting and long and she was wearing a bright prink bandeau under a lacy tank top, topped off with a leather jacket. It was an odd combo, but I had to admit, it looked good.

Smiling brightly, she approached all the boys, giving them a hug and exchanging a few words before turning to me. 

"You must be Teagan," she gushed. "I've heard so much about you. I'm Cher Lloyd.'

Her name sounded slightly familiar, but I couldn't place where exactly I had heard it before. But if she was opening for the boys, I only had to guess she had her own music out there.

"Cher was on X Factor the same year as us," Harry explained. "She's the same age as me."

18? She looked older than that for sure!

She gave Harry a cheeky smile. "I hope you're enjoying the tour so far, but I think after having me here, fans will like it even more."

Her and Harry were soon playfully arguing upon this.

One of Cher's people who came in with her handed her a neat pile of clothes. 

"Get changed, you're on soon, Cher. We got here a little late."

Cher flashed us a smile before leaving, clothes in hand.

"I think you'll get along," Harry mused. "You're very similar."

Zayn nodded. "Even if she is just opening up a few shows, not the whole tour." 

The conversation was instantly dropped as Louis tore open a bag of Haribo Starmix. Guaranteed, in a few minutes the bag would be gone. They weren't even that good!