𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

tweet- louis partridge

"That's it, guys! That's all for tonight's show, thank you all so so much for coming, I love you all. Muah!" you speak into the microphone, you were just finishing up your concert. The audience cheered many crying, many with large smiles on their faces. This is what you loved doing. 

You bend down to pick up your water bottle, taking in a small sip. Your eyes scanned the ground floor, looking at everyone with a smile on your face. There was this one guy that had caught your attention, he was tall. Around 6'0" with light brown wavy hair, plump lips, and the cutest smile. next to him were two young girls, they looked like him, perhaps his sisters. 

"NOO ONE MORE SONGGG" a girl yells from the crowd. you ponder for a second, debating whether you should sing just oneee more song. "should I sing one more song?" you speak. immediate cheers erupt, lots of "YESS QUEEN"s and "YES BITCH PLEASEEE YES"s. 

"okayy okayyy, just one more song, okay?" you say, adjust the microphone, making sure it's in place. "hey, let's do jealous," you tell the guys behind you. they nod, putting their guitars in tune.  you pick up your electric guitar, taking the pick out between your teeth. 

"jealous," you say into the mike, telling the crowd what song you're gonna play.  

(pretend that you made the song)

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo dum duh dum dum dum

"you could have anyone you want," you sing. "why would you wanna be with me, I'm nothing special," you look down making sure you hit the right strings. "OH MY GOD IM GOING TO FAINT, YOU ARE SPECIAL, I LOVE YOU" someone yells.

you stop playing your guitar, immediately laughing. you laughed for a good 20 seconds, before wiping your eyes. "oh my god, who said that," you said still laughing. "it was him!!!" a girl yelled. she pointed next to a guy, the guy you've been eyeing the whole time. his face became red, his eyes widening. 

you send a wink, forming your hand into a '🤙' and bring it up to your ear. 'call me' you mouth. that's when his mouth drops, his face becoming even redder. 

*time skip 7 minutes after the song ends*

you scrolled through twitter, laughing and liking the funny ones until one caught your eye. 

'OMG YALL Y/N JUST TOLD ME TO CALL HER AT HER CONCERT, I CANT BREATHE'

louis_partridge

your eyes widened, realizing who it was. it was the boy who yelled saying he loved you earlier.  you click on his username, his twitter account opened and saw his pfp. god, he's cute. 

you saw he had tweeted a photo of his ticket, number 143A. you turn around, looking for your bodyguard. "James! can you come here for a second?" you asked. he nods, walking towards you. "what can I do for you?" he smiles. "hey, can you perhaps find the person with ticket 143A Ground Floor?" you smile. "of course, miss l/n" he walks away, looking for the booking person. 

after about a minute he comes back, a tablet in hand. "miss l/n, we found the person. they had also purchased two more tickets, maybe two other people with them" he says, scrolling through the ticket information. 

"yes! it says their names, right?" you ask. "yes, names are needed so they can be handed out to the correct person. would you like me to go get them and bring them?" he picks up his walkie-talkie. you nod, giving him a thumbs up. 

*time skip five minutes*

grm grm, someone clears their throat. you turn around, james stands there. one hand on the curtain, holding it slightly open. "they're here, which one would you like to see?". 

"the boy," you smile. he turns around, sticking his head through the slits of the curtain, "you can come. yes you, brown hair." he says. a tall boy walks through the curtains, confusion written all over his face. his eyes finally land on you, his face turning white. 

"u-uh, hi. oh my god, wait what. am I in trouble?" he asks, nervousness laced in his voice. a thick British accent rolls right off his tongue. you laugh at his cuteness, "no, you're not in trouble." he let out a relieved sigh, his hand on his chest. "pheww, I thought I was in trouble!" 

you shake your head no, smiling. "u-um, well I'm y/n," you laughed nervously. "louis, louis partridge" he sticks out his hand. you shake his hand, louis huh? cute name. 

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I didn't know how to end this sorry!