Falling for the Rockstar

Chapter 3 - Grace

Shock. Yes, that best describes what's happening right now. The concert was insane—the music, the atmosphere, everything completely swept me away. I actually just wanted to collect myself and call my parents to come pick me up when suddenly one of the security guys, who has been monitoring the VIP area the whole time, approaches me.

"Excuse me!" I hear the deep voice of the man. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and looks at me with a serious expression.

Startled, I look up at him. "Yes?" I ask, my voice a bit uncertain. My heart is still racing, but that's more because of the concert and the guys than the fact that someone from security is stopping me now.

"Mr. Tomlinson has asked for you. He would like your Instagram account if that's alright with you."

What? My mind is racing. Louis Tomlinson wants my Instagram account? I have to blink to make sure I heard that correctly. Louis, who just looked me in the eyes and made me laugh earlier, really wants my contact information?

My thoughts are a complete jumble. Was that a joke? Did he mean it seriously? Meanwhile, the security man just stands there calmly, waiting for my answer.

"Oh... um..." I stammer. Should I really do this? What if this is just some misunderstanding? No one has ever shown interest in me before. Now a world-famous singer is going to do it, someone who travels around the globe and welcomes a different girl into his bed every night.

"Okay!" I finally say, even though my heart is still racing. I give the security man my private Instagram account and try not to show any signs of how I feel.

He nods politely. "Thank you very much. Have a nice evening." And with those words, he turns and disappears.

I just stand there, unsure of what just happened. Did I really do that? Did I just really write my Instagram name for Louis Tomlinson on a little piece of paper? This is really like something out of a movie. I'm too stunned to think about what this means, so I pull out my phone and call my parents.

"Hey, can you come pick me up?" I ask when my mom answers.

"Of course, sweetheart. How was the concert?" she asks warmly.

I hesitate, unsure how to explain the situation to her. In the end, I decide to keep it to myself. It feels somehow... private. "It was great," I finally say. "I'll tell you all about it later."

On the way home, I sit quietly in the car, staring out the window as the city lights pass by. The music from the concert still echoes in my head, but mostly I think about Louis. It's crazy—so many fans, so many faces, and yet he remembered me. He really took the time to have someone ask for my Instagram account?

But... would he really reach out? I mean, he is Louis Tomlinson, an international superstar. I'm just a girl from Manchester. The longer I think about it, the less likely it seems that he would actually get in touch. It was probably just a nice gesture from him—something to make the moment feel even more special for me. He would surely forget me as soon as the evening was over, right?

"Sweetheart? Is everything okay?" my dad pulls me out of my thoughts. I startle briefly. "What?" I ask. "If everything is okay, you seem completely out of it." Nervously, I shift in my seat. I consider telling Mom and Dad about it, but I decide against it. Parents don't need to know everything, especially not something like this. They wouldn't believe me anyway. I don't even believe it myself, and I was right there.

"Grace?" Mom turns to me. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just overwhelmed that I was really at my first concert and then had a meet and greet." Mom smiles. "How was it?"

"It was incredible," I reply, smiling weakly. "The guys were so nice, and the concert was just amazing. I really enjoyed every moment."

My mother nods understandingly. "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. I'm so glad you had a great evening."