"Would you ever date fan?"
"Yes. Yes i would."
What happens when an unsuspecting fan finally meets her idol? When chemistry is obvious and only the media is standing in their way?
They say that you should never meet you Heroes.
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Detroits POV
I spent the past couple of hours in wattpad, writing and reading. Yes, I realise that it may come across weird writing/reading 5sos fanfics now, considering that I live with them. But I can't just abandon my readers. They want updates so I'm gonna give them updates.
I finished the chapter for the latest fanfic I've been writing and checked the time, we still had 4 hours left and I realised that I hadn't eaten at all today. So, in desperate need of food, I walked into the front area of the plane where the buffet was laid out.(A/N: I have no clue what I'm on about, just go along with it)
I looked up from my phone, to be met with Calum.
"Uh, hi." I mumbled, trying to hold in a giggle. "Nope, it's fine. Go ahead, laugh all you want. Its not like I care!" He spoke, also trying to hold in a giggle. Eventually my childish self broke free and I burst into a fit of giggles, Calum joining shortly after.
"Dude, you should've heard how mad my manager was!" He said laughing, explaining the conversation he'd had with him on the phone. I continued laughing as Calum carried on talking.
"And have you seen the tweets about it! We have some horny ass fans!" I laughed even more, imagining all the tweets that would be covering my timeline.
"Well, I mean, its not all bad. At least we know what it looks like now..." Another small giggle escaped my lips. He rolled his eyes before walking back to his room, trying to hide the smirk on his face.
I shook my head and picked up an assortment of food, before returning to my room. I sat down on the bed and began eating a cheese sandwich and a strawberry yogurt.
Surprisingly the next like, three hours, went by fast and we came into land. I quickly put all my stuff into my carry on bag and headed to the door, only to be greeted by Michael.
"Jesus Christ you scared me!" I exclaimed, holding my hand to my chest.
"Oh, uh sorry," he mumbled quietly before taking my bag. "You know, I'm fine to carry that," I said reaching for my bag, but instead being given a high five... "No. Its fine I'll carry it." He replied smiling. I shrugged and we trailed behind the que of people waiting to get of the plane. We reached the door, and Michael grabbed my hand, helping me down the steps. We reached the bottom and he kept his hand in mine. A small smile crept onto my face as he gave a small squeeze.
We headed inside and we were met by screaming fans. Michaels hand left mine as he went to take pictures and talk with them all. I can't believe that a couple of weeks ago I would have been stood in a crowd like that, begging to meet them. And now I practically live with them and I've made out with my fave...not that they need to know that. I mean I love our fandom but they tend to get a little overprotective when it comes to girls being around the boys. And I love that they're so worried about the boys happiness, just like me. But sometimes they go a bit far, and I think that some of them need to realize that they're teenage boys, of course they're gonna get girlfriends. And that even if you don't like them, it shouldn't matter, because in the end, its not about you. Its about them and their happiness. I was brought out of my trance my someone calling my name, I looked up to see Luke calling me over. I jogged up to him and smiled.
"They wanted to say hi to you." Luke explained patting me on the head. I laughed before turning to the people in front of him. "Hi. I'm Detroit!" I smiled, trying to hide how much I was cringing at that intro. They all said hi and soon we were leaving the airport. We all climbed into the tour bus that was out the back and headed straight to the venue.
Most of the journey there was spent playing COD on the Xbox with Luke and Michael whilst cashton ate food and watched.
We arrived at the venue and the boys did their soundcheck and met the fans. The show started about two hours later after the boys had done their hair and got changed.
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I woke up and checked the time. 9:36. I sighed and got up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed piece of bread, putting it in the toaster. I opened the cupboards and looked for the marmite, finding it was on the top shelf. I reached up, attempting to get it down. And I kept trying, and kept trying. And kept fucking trying. "Why do I have to be so bloody short?" I mumbled, anger evident in my voice. "Because then we can do that cute thing where the guy reaches behind her and grabs the object from the shelf," the deep voice startled me but I calmed down when I realized it belonged to micheal (A/N im listening to the sirius teenage dream cover and michaels solo just started and im crying. Carry on) I smiled to my self as his arms reached above me. It was then that I realized how close we were, that his front was pressed up against my back and that if someo-
"Shit-fuck-cowballs!" I groaned as I felt a hard object fall on my shoulder, then smash on the floor. I jumped at the loud sound, which just caused me to stand on a peice of (what I assumed to be) glass. I hissed in pain and bit into my lip as I tried to hold back the tears.
I turned around but before I could do anything I was being picked up by michael and sat on the counter. "Oh my god are you okay, i didn't mean to do that it just sort of fell, god I'm so stupid-are you alr-" He rambled on but I cut him off before he could continue.
"Yes I'm fine, could you just get a plaster?" I said as I looked down at my bleeding foot, he nodded his head and grabbed a plaster. He lifted up my foot inspecting it. "Right, uh...bite down on this!" He instructed, handing me a small apple. I gave him a sceptical look before biting down on it. He counted to three before pulling out a piece of glass. I let a few tears fall down my cheeks as he wiped my foot with a wet cloth, before placing the plaster on it. He looked up and his eyes softened seeing my tears. He wiped them away with his thumb and smiled sadly.
"Are you sure your okay," my stomach had butterflies knowing how much he cared for me. "Yes, my shoulder hurts a bit but other than that I'm completely fine." I smiled at him but he frowned. "Where?" I pointed to the sore spot on my shoulder, you know the bit where it joins you're neck.
My breathing hitched when I felt his soft lips on my shoulder. The butterflys were going crazy, I think some of them were doing acrobats in my stomach. "Here?" He said kissing the same spot, "Or here?" He mumbled against my skin as he moved his way up my neck. His warm breath fanned over me as he spoke again. "Or how about here?" He asked again, his voce deep and gravely. His lips had now found their way to just below my ear, my sweetspot. He sucked at it for a while and bit down a little. I let out a small moan and I felt him smirk against my neck. He carried on, his lips going along my jaw, and up to my lips. He stopped for a second, looking me in the eye, seemingly asking for permission. I nodded my head, and almost immediately his lips found mind.
It was amazing how well they fit together. We were in perfect sync with each other, his tongue touched mine as he explored my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and strawberrys, a strange combination that somehow worked perfectly. I gasped when he bit into my lip lightly, i could feel him smirking the little bastard! We both pulled away at the same time to catch our breath. I blushed as he pecked my lips once more and rested his forehead on mine. I smiled shyly and he returned the gesture.
