Those stupid and addicting radio contests had wrapped you into one of their sweepstakes with the prize being a meet and greet pass for the winner and their plus one when 5 Seconds of Summer was in the radio station. It wasn't just for a meet and greet though, according to the station and the commercial they played every two seconds on air, the winners would get to ask the band members a question in an on-air interview and then stay for an acoustic concert. No matter how embarrassing the question was—and the DJ's influenced the most ridiculous and outrageous ones—the band would have to answer them.
The slight option of a chance at a meet and greet was enough for you to do your part, calling the station any opportunity you had. Sometimes there was even a brief moment where the phone would stop ringing and there would be a pause in sound and you could swear your heart stopped beating for long enough that you could hear a pin drop. Then you would hear the station with the winner for that round and any hope you may have had for that day to be your chance at winning the passes would drain out of you. On the last and final day to win the passes, you figured what the hell? Why not give it a final try, after all you had nothing to lose.
Three days later you were standing in the lobby of the radio station with your best friend and a meet and greet pass draped around your neck. The feeling of excitedness and nervousness overcame you and all your body could do was fidget. You were getting more and more anxious by the millisecond.
"Just tell me one more time." Your friend began with her face full of happiness, "What did you do you when you heard yourself on the radio?" For each of the winners the DJ's would put them on the air and tell them they won. For you, the very second you heard your name you froze, unable to formulate a small word besides "uh."
You chuckled at her repeated question. "I almost shit my pants." You couldn't blame her for asking so many times, even as your fingers raced over the laminated paper with the faces of the people you were about to meet your heart would only beat that much faster.
You had been directed to wait in the lobby before someone came down and took you to the area they would be doing this whole VIP set-up. You were new to this entire process so you didn't know what to expect.
"What do you mean you have to be over eighteen?" You had overheard someone talking to the woman who claimed to be in charge. She had a clipboard and a bag that contained the passes so it was enough to convince you.
"I'm sorry hun, but online it states that the winner must be accompanied with an adult over eighteen years old in order to win the pass." She seemed sympathetic enough, but you couldn't help but feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your peered over someone's shoulder, trying to gain a better view of their situation. The young girl was only about fifteen and looked so innocent. If it wasn't for the intense frown on her face, she seemed to be the type of girl that was always happy and smiling. You assumed she just got dropped off because of the distressed look upon her face. Your mind began imagining what it would have been like to have the one thing you wanted so bad and then bam-the opportunity snatched away from you due to one measly underlying rule.
Your body moved quickly, your fingers still traced over the pass around your neck and your feet pacing over to the young girl and the woman in charge.
"Excuse me..." You broke into their conversation, both of them giving you a puzzled and confused look. "Here." Your fingers brought the think string necklace over your head and handed it over to the young girl. Her saddened expression turning into one of pure anxiousness.
You could hear your friend behind you, "Y/N what on earth are you doing? You whack job!" But you ignored her because you didn't need to hear how much you were already regretting something you didn't even do yet.
"You're giving your pass to me?" She asked, hopefully.
You nodded in response with a shy grin, "Yeah, I am. Here take it." You pushed it out to her and her face lit up with a mixture of relief and excitement.
"No way! Thank you so much! I don't even know what to say." She was squealing and stepping her feet in place. That's what made it worth it. The intense want you had to meet them didn't nearly come close to the immense happiness you felt when seeing the young girl in pure euphoria. And all because of you.
"Just tell them..." You were about to tell her your question you had planned for the boys, but instead all of the people waiting in the lobby began squealing and jumping up and down.
Much to your surprise the band you just gave up your chance to meet was standing before you. They were much taller in real life—and much more real too. Your mouth dropped, your hands beginning to shake. They were taking the extra time to meet each one of you and spend a good couple of minutes talking. Each boy when to a different fan, Calum to your friend and you could just see her dying on the inside. It was different when Ashton approached you, however. The young girl who was beside you had rushed over to Luke and you could see her gripping onto her pass for dear life.
"That was really sweet of you." Ashton told you. As you stared at him in pure awe with wide eyes and a fast beating heart, he grinned, "Giving your pass to that girl." He nodded his head over toward her and your eyes followed, but quickly went back to Ashton, who was still standing before you (as much as it surprised you he even came over).
"Oh-uh...I just felt bad. She seemed really upset." You told him shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Still, most times people just watch and never do anything." Ashton laughed, tucking his hands in his jean pockets. You couldn't get over his wavy hair with some pieces that were much curlier then others and how it parted slighted right on the side of this forehead. If there was anyone who could pull of his look, it was him. You nodded your head once again, biting the inside of your lip to keep from squealing yourself. Just then, Ashton walked away. You could see him go up to the woman in charge and talk an unheard conversation.
You figured your time was over and would soon be officially asked to leave so you head toward the door to exit.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Ashton came running up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder to gain your full attention.
"I was leaving." You told him shyly, "I don't have a pass so they'll probably ask me to leave." This thought completely tore you apart on the inside, but you couldn't let Ashton see you upset so you gave him a confident, yet fake, smile.
"Yes you do." He told you, his hands crossed behind his back.
"I do what?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yes you do have a pass." Ashton took out his left hand and you could see the thick string and laminated pass you once had for yourself. A sudden blush crept upon your cheeks and a tiny squeal left your lips—as much as you tried to suppress it—you couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Thank you. Wow. Thank you so much." You never doubted Ashton's heart was huge, but now it was confirmed that it was even bigger then you thought. You were at a loss for words, but you were able to grab the pass and hang it around your neck. "This is amazing." You mumbled, more to yourself then anything.
"You're welcome. I couldn't let you leave like that. You deserve this." As if meeting him didn't make you nervous enough, your heart was not beating even faster and your entire face was red from both embarrassment and your nerves.
Out of nowhere your friend joined you with Ashton, she was more of the nervous wreck then you were surprisingly. She was breathing heavy and spewing how Calum was so nice and sweet. Ashton laughed before you both and soon Luke joined you.
As the day went on, you actually got quite close to the girl you gave your original pass too and as the shenanigans of the day went on, you were quite content in saying that it was the best day of your life.
