Your Crush Imagines

Broken Heart Club

No Fricking way. Now way. You shriek. You had just won a front row ticket to see your favorite band, The Broken Heart Club from a magazine. You were so excited, you had every Broken Heart Club album and had been dying to see them in concert forever. Sadly, since their music was extremely popular, it was almost impossible to get tickets close enough to see the band under $450. So not only will you get a free ticket, but you'll get to be front row in their concert. You loved their music, but you were completely head over heels for their lead singer, y/c/n. He was extremely cute and super kind. And not to mention, the same age as you. You stared at the picture of him you had taped up on your wall and you stared into his beautiful y/c/e/c eyes.
"I'm coming for you y/c/n." You squeal.
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The moment had come. You were actually going to a Broken Heart Club concert. You couldn't believe it. You changed into your skinny jeans, Broken Heart Club tee shirt and black leather jacket with the necklace your Grandma gave you for your birthday and slid your feet into your leather boots. You curled your long y/h/c hair and drove to Anaheim where the concert was being held. You were about to explode, the excitement couldn't be held in any longer. You NEEDED to see Broken Heart Club. What felt like eternity, 1 hour passed and Broken Heart Club walked on pumping their fists in the air.
They sang all of their songs and the crowd sang along. Then the last song came up. You were kind of sad since this experience was amazing and you knew you wouldn't be here again. They sang their most popular song,
"The Everlasting Love" and people cheered and sang like their was no tomorrow. Then something changed your life.
Broken Heart Club members started calling people up from the audience. You waved your hands wildly and jump up and down.
Y/c/n was still singing and during the guitar solo, he started scanning the crowd to pull someone up. Your heart raced, please be me, please be me! He pointed. Your eyes darted around to where he pointed. It was at you. He beckoned to come up, so without hesitation, you sprint up to the stage.
"What's your name?" He smiles, his y/c/e/c glistening in the flashing lights.
"Y/n! Huge fan!" You squeal.
"Let's dance!" He smiles and gestured for you to start dancing. All the girls on stage danced goofy. Then he slipped you a sheet of paper on a lanyard.
Vip!!! It read. Oh my god. Y/c/n just gave you a vip pass.
"The Everlasting Love" ended and everyone exited the stage. As you enter the backstage area, there were trays of food and everything else you could think of.
"Oh my god, is that Selena Gomez?" You shriek.
"Yah, it's y/c/f/n, the bassists, girlfriend. Want to meet her?" Y/c/n name smiles and slips his hand in yours. Your dreams were finally coming true. Backstage with the love of your life and his friends. It all seemed to good to be true.
"Hey, y/n, let's take a picture to always remember this." He flashed a smile and obviously you agree. When you look back now, you remember that is how you met your husband. By entering a free ticket contest. You stared at the selfie you had taken and a warm feeling rises in you.
"Remember that day?" Y/c/n comes up from behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.
"It was a great day." You smile, remembering that day.
"Mom, Dad! Can you tell me a bedtime story?" Your 3 year old daughter rushes into the living room where you two stood.
"Have you ever heard the story of how your father and I met?" You crouched to her height level and smiled.