Dear Diary,
OMG HE SANG MY FAVOURITE SONG TO ME!! I could not believe it! Brad Simpson was directing my favourite song ever written to me, and me alone. It was amazing. When the set was over and they left the stage I felt on a high yet slightly emotional that the excitement was at an end. Or so I thought...
We were walking outside, on our way to my Dad's car for the journey home. People kept squealing from behind us but we thought nothing of it and kept wandering on when all of a sudden, a slightly cool touch tapped me on the back. "Hey." A familiar voice spoke. It was Brad Simpson. Right there. "Brad!?" I replied in astonishment. "What are you doing here?!" I could not believe what was happening. What was he doing!? "I came to find you actually" I could see him blushing and looking down at the floor to gain composure.
"Me!?" Was all I could reply. He smirked cheekily. "Why so surprised?" I wanted to reel off the huge long list of reasons why I was surprised that my idol had come to search for me after his gig but he stopped me in my tracks. "You're beautiful." My heart lurched, was this really happening? "You're beautifuller" I blurted out. Oh dear, I'm now making up words. He laughed his adorable laugh. "What's your number?" He said holding out his phone. I took it and tapped in my number carefully, being extra careful not to make any mistakes. I returned it, feeling our fingers brush and electricity flow through my veins. He was being dragged away by the crowd. "Oh, and what's your name?" He shouted above the noise. "Hannah" I shouted back.
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FanfictionBrad Simpson is a teenage heart throb, adored by thousands from all across the world. Hannah is a normal girl who has dreams of her own. But when their paths cross unexpectedly, their lives change in a way no one could predict.
