Dalton fanfics {one shots}

So we could get married?

"Hi! What's your name?" He said with a perfect smile.
"Um...I'm (y/n)," I said back nervously and he noticed.
"No need to be nervous! I'm just normal ole Dalton. Would you like to take a picture with me?"
"Y..Ya..Yah," I somehow managed to stutter out.
He got out his phone and took a picture of the two of us together.
"This will be on my Instagram later," he said smiling. He slipped me a note before I left to go take my seat at the concert. I walked away opening the note to read what it said:
Hi, again. I was just wondering if you'd like to join me at the after party. Just show the guards this note and they should let you in. Oh! And make sure you show them before taking your seat, they'll escort you to the front:)
-Dalton xx
I folded the note back and stuck it in my pocket in awe. How could he want someone like me at an after party?! I'm a wierdo and I'm not that pretty.
I got to the guard at the front gates and showed him the note and he just nodded and showed me to a front row seat. I sat there alone until the show started.
He was singing. His beautiful voice ringing through my ears. He....HE WINKED AT ME!! He winked at me....um, okay. The end of the show....he winked at me......uh... Okay. CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN, it's not that serious. Just Dalton Rapattoni winking at you.
I got out of my seat and showed the same guard the note again and he nodded, again, and then escorted me backstage to a group of people that I've never seen before. I just stood there listening to their conversation and being the awkward human being I am until a blonde headed boy walked over to me and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey! You made it," he said.
"Yah I did," I said shyly.
"So you wanna go sit down and talk for a bit?"
"Yah, sure."
We walked to a room in the back and sat on the leather couch.
"So how was the concert?"
"Oh, it was really good!"
"Well thank you, I try," he said flipping his hair jokingly.
"No problem," I said.
We sat there for 5 minutes staring at the wall and floor until he broke the silence.
"So how old are you?"
"I'm 19."
"So we could get married."
"I guess so," I chuckled out embarrassingly.
"Um, do you want to text me later?" He said scratching the back of his neck.
"Yah!...um I mean sure."
"Okay," he laughed.
"My number is (534)326-896**, text me when you get the chance, but I gotta go, see you later, hopefully," he winked at me as he exited.
I sat on the couch for a moment to gather up everything that just happened. Did Dalton Rapattoni just give me his number? Yah, he did....
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Hi!!! DOUBLE UPDATE!! HOW DO YA FEEL ABOUT THAT!!!

I understand that this is not how his shows work but I've haven't been to one sooooo yah. And I also understand that this will probably never happen to me but it's all good I can still imagine:)
**THIS NUMBER IS A MADE UP NUMBER, SORRY IF IT'S ACCIDENTALLY YOURS *laugh emoji