Obsession

The Picture

You were so excited. Today was the day you got to meet you idol. The celebrity you've loved watching in movies for years.

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You've been waiting for this day for months. You bought yourself a ticket for his meet n' greet forever ago just waiting because you've always loved him. But you didn't know how much you would love him after you met him.

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You've been waiting in line forever. In the bustling line that doesn't seem to ever end. The line that is so loud with music, talking, and yelling, the clicks of cameras, the shuffle of steps and...

His voice

Your getting so close now that you can hear the conversations he's having with his other fans. You can hear the excitement in the girls voices and the roughness of his voice as he laughed at one of the girls comments. All the other noises and distractions of the room faded into nothingness as all you could focus on his voice. His laugh. And before you realized the rest of the line in front of you faded away. You were next.

He was just finishing up a conversation with last person. Wrapping their bi flag around them both, getting closer together. And getting the picture taken. And the fan walked off.

Walking up to where h/n was, was giving you butterflies. He turned his head to face you. Smiling once he saw your face. He slowly walked a few steps so he was infront of the camera and on the platform he was previously standing on. You continuing to walk up to the platform.

Once you are a foot or two away from him, he reaches his hand out. You're so lost in eyes, trying to tell you so much just through them. You reached your hand out without even thinking shaking his hand. It was so rough, just like his voice but fit perfectly in your own.

He was so entrancing. Talking to you with more gentleness than all the others. As if you were different from any other fan that was there to see him. But he acted as if he were. "You're very attractive, y/n," He said, each word dripping with that honey covered voice.

"Oh my god thank you so much. That's so nice." You replied. "You're not half bad yourself."

"Oh, well that's slightly blunt" His response was accompanied by a slight smirk and sarcasm

"Oh my god, that's not what I meant. Uh. I meant, your, uh, rather attractive as well." you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks in a blush as you stammer on every word.

"I was joking, y/n. I know what you meant. It's fine." His responses flowed off his lips with such ease that your previous stammering was made even more reddening.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. But before you knew it the conversation came to an end.

"Can I get your autograph?" You didn't even think about it before when you were caught up in the conversation but now it was all you wanted. A picture and an autograph.

And you get both. "Of course, here." and with that he took the paper you had brought and signed it. Each stroke of the pen having a meaning that you didn't understand.

He handed the paper back but now nearly the whole little slip of paper was covered in a beautiful signature with lots of "flare".

"K. Now lets get the picture," His words snapped you out of your trance towards the paper.

He steps closer and pulls you into a side hug. You smile and the flash of the camera goes off. Stepping away from him and towards the exit you hear him say to the camera man

"Print off two of that one, you keep forgetting to print one for me too," You didn't think much of his words considering that the camera man was clearly just doing his job wrong.

You get a printed version of the picture and get out your phone to download it as well. Scanning the QR code and walking out.

That was the best day of your life. And you seemed to like him even more know that you knew him in person.

If only you could ever see him again. Meet him again. Tell him how crazy he made you.