A Magcon Secret

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Leah's POV

The event would be so much more interesting right now if i wasn't sitting backstage. Ugh. The meet and greet is only one day out of the two and today we didn't have it. The boys are out doing it and Kayla and i are bored out of our minds back here.

"Leah can i ask you something?" Kayla asked scooting towards me.

"Yeah sure. What's up?"

"So i feel like Matt likes you." She said.

Trying to play it cool, i said "HAHAHA, man that's hilarious! Have you seen me?"

"Leah, i'm serious," she started,"have you seen the way he looks at you? He looks like he's infatuated. Have you noticed how much time he spends around you? Whenever the guys are there, he always goes by you. Or how much he talks to you and how his eyes light up if someone says your name. It's ridiculous."

I was absolutely blown away.

"Really?" I asked completely breathless.

"Really. Listen dude, i know you're in love with him, you have for the longest time now. I can see he's interested in you. If he doesn't make a move by Tuesday before we leave, you have to make one. Ask for his number. I know something can come out of you two. Even if nothing happens, atleast become good friends. You probably think i'm kidding but i'm damn serious. Go get your man."

"Oh my god Kayla, i love you. Haha, i'll see what i can do." I chuckled. In the back of my mind all i thought was 'i already do'.

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Matt's POV

Out of all the beautiful girls i've seen today, and trust me they were, none of them can compare to my perfect and amazingly gourgeous Leah.

I took a really small break for a minute to go backstage and tell Leah and Kayla that they could come out since we were done with the meet and greet.

"Hey, you guys can come out with us." I quickly peeped my head.

They took a seat on the stage as i kept meeting fans.

"Hi sweetie" i smiled as i saw a very pretty blonde girl crying. She was probably around 14, a real cutie.

"Oh my g-god. H-hi matt, i love you," she managed to stutter.

"Aw, i love you too, cutie," i said pulling her into a long hug, rocking back and forth to soothe her. We took a few pictures and talked a bit longer until she was swepy away. It's fans like her that really make me smile because you can tell they really care about you and love you. I'm not saying you have to cry to care, but it's almost like you can see it. The way a fan looks at you, you can see the love and desire in their eyes and the way they'll talk, how their voices seem to go a bit higher, and how comfortable they'll be around you, or how shy some can be. Or just their reaction of seeing you and seeing that it's their turn in line. Little things like that let me see who the real fans are and it makes me so happy.

I snapped out my daydream while being greeted by another fan.

"Um, Matt?" A blonde snapped at me. She was around 5'7, platinum blonde hair that was definately fake, caked on makeup, and she was wearing a top that made her boobs hang out and a skirt that nearly made her ass show. Like what the fuck, it's March in Chicago?

Despite how much i didn't want to be near her, because i knew she wasn't an actual fan, i had to give her a hug. "Hi sweetie," i said.

"Hey, hottie," she said batting her eyelashes, trying to flirt.