One Direction Protection *Demigod//Niall Horan Love*

Chapter 2

~PIC OF DAISY IN SIDE BAR~

After one hour of Daisy speeding, me sleeping, and both of us randomly screaming out parts of Van Halen songs, we arrived at the parking lot by Madison Square Garden. 

"Ughh time to babysit some snotty rich boys," Daisy groaned while she stretched. She grabbed her red duffel bag and checked to see if her axe was still there along with her emergency Blackberry Pearl. As her main weapon, Daisy used celestial bronze "Wolverine claws," as we called them. The claws were a gift from our friend in the Hephaestus cabin, Austin. She wore them as rings on all ten of her fingers and the blades would come out, while the rings would meld together when she whispered "This is for Ares" in ancient greek. She also had a celestial bronze axe from her father that transformed into a tube of liquid eyeliner. In my bag, my blow dart was disguised as a kazoo through the Mist that kept mortals from seeing anything they shouldn't.

We walked into the arena after waiting in line for half an hour. This show better be good...

When we got to our front row seats, the lights began to dim. A bunch of girls shrieked as the opening act played their set. When One Direction was finally coming on to the stage I legit went deaf. I could not hear for shit. OOPS. I never ever ever actually swear unless Im really mad. Ugh these crazy fangirls were driving me insane. Would it be wrong to cause a mini earthquake to shut them up? I hate using my powers, but being a daughter of Hades, I can control the Earth just like children of Zeus can manipulate air, and children of Poseidon can control water. 

When the boys began singing, some girls had tears streaming down their faces and were full out sobbing, whiles others were dancing like they were drunk.

I saw Daisy begin to pull a lighter out of her bag and- WAIT! Since when does she have a lighter, and how did she sneak it in???? Anyways, I lightly slapped her on the back of the head when she tried lighting some girl's bleach-blonde hair on fire. She just rolled her eyes at me before putting the lighter back. I tugged down my shirt and sighed, missing camp already. My shirt was an orange Camp Halfblood shirt written on by all the demigods who are on my annual capture the flag team. Therefore, it was signed by everyone in the Hermes, Demeter, Ares, Hephaestus, and Hades cabins (just Nico). My name was written in huge letters on the back, like a sports jersey. If anyone asked where I got the shirt, I could always just say some summer camp in...Peru? Yeah, Peru... 

I really wasn't paying attention to the music at all. It wasn't really my style. I only ever listened to Van Halen, Judas Priest, and Led Zeppelin. Daisy only listened to a few  bands also, so I could tell she was bored as well. I quickly profiled the boys trying to pair names with faces. Okay so from left to right I saw Niall, Liam, Harry, Louis, and then Zayn. I couldn't help but blush  when I saw Niall. I definately know from his looks that he isn't a child of Hades, but I really hope he isn't a son of Hermes, either because he would be half-brothers with my brothers so ew... 

After about two hours or so, the concert finally ended. We went backstage and made sure that we were last in line to meet One Direction. There were like forty girls and two guys ahead of us in line, so we decide to a game called Slap Tennis. Its a game where you hit the back of eachothers' hands as hard as you can, and whoever pulls away first or says 'mercy' loses. By the time we were third in line, both of our hands were bright red, and there was even some blood. Yeah, we took this game really seriously:P.

It was my turn again, and I slapped Daisy's hands as hard as I could. She mumbled a swear word under her breath, but didn't move her hands. As she was about to slap my hands, I heard somebody scream, "AAAAH!!! BLOOD!" In a really high pitched British accent. We put our game on pause, and turn to the boys. I immediately became very shy and intimidated. They were all really attractive, especially... well, one Irish one in particular.