love me.

Chapter three

We are here. The actual magcon concert.

Brooke came over at 8 o'clock this morning screaming at my window, reminding me what day it was. Like I would have forgotten. we spent the entire day packing and preparing for the night that we had been waiting such a long time for. I had not forgotten a single detail of anything that could possibly go wrong tonight. I had a decent outfit, Brooke (the fashion guru) had done my hair and makeup after approving my outfit. We were going to have to make a two hour long ride to Miami from Naples where we live. I made sure I wouldn't fall asleep so not to mess up my hair.

You are such a girl, my conscious mocks.

Walking into the stadium was a bit overwhelming, there were thousands screaming girls from ages 6 to 36. There were also a couple hundred guys. weird right? Anyway, my mom could not have been a better mom for getting us front row tickets.

"I cant believe we are really here." I say almost breathless.

"WELL YOU ARE SO BELIEVE IT!" Brooke screams above the already mind numbingly loud crowd, causing me to laugh.

We get into our seats and Brooke starts messing with her hair and her clothes. Then she attempts to start messing with mine. I do my best to try an hide my face with my hair, being seen by one of them would be dream but also a nightmare. I couldn't imagine the embarrassment.

I take off my glasses and set them down on the chair. My mother looks over to me with a puzzled expression upon her face. I shrug it off and although my vision might be blurred I can still see the reason behind my heart beat begin to quicken.

The boys enter the stage and all the girls start screaming and a few even begin to cry. I laugh at the ridiculous crowd. They all introduce themselves as if we didn't already know and then they start making fun of Hayes because he's the youngest and everybody laughs. He pretends to be offended and al the boys mock him.

"I might be the youngest" he begins. "but I'm still the cutest" he smirks.

The crowd starts hooting and whistling as victory sets in over his face.

"Okay, okay. Well then lets see you prove it." Nash challenges.

"I will then. How about I have someone come up here and prove it for me." he announces.

Girls next to us and behind us start grabbing at the stage and begging him to pick her. I decided that it was pointless to think he would pick me so I stayed back and let everyone male fools out of themselves.

Brooke has practically thrown her self on the stage but is forcefully pulled back by a much bigger girl who has mascara streaming down her face. All of this madness causes me to laugh.

then it happened.

Cameron leaned over and whispered something in Hayes' ear and he smiled.

"How about you?" he says and the whole crowd goes silent.

I stop laughing so I can figure who he is referring too.

It was me. He picked me, out of the thousands of people there. He saw me. I could feel my face begin to heat up, everyone was just starring at me.

"Me?" I said quietly.

"Yeah, now get up here." he said sweetly.

The crowd parts and before I can reject his offer Brooke practically shoves me on stage.

There he was almost 3 inches from my face, he looks puzzled before he moves the hair covering my face. I shake my head warning him not too but he does it anyway. With my face completely visible I decide to close my eyes and wait until he sees how hideous I am. He doesn't say anything. I open my eyes to find him starring straight at me. he seemed so shocked in complete awe.