Band OneShots

One Night - Jack Fowler

You're on a SWS concert and the night turns out different from what you thought. At first you want it all, but after the drunken night you start to regret what you did. It was just a drunken night with a rockstar, or maybe not?

"Oh my god! Look! Nick is so talking about you!"
"What?!", I look where my friend is pointing at and see Nick standing a bit down the stage with Jack and smiling directly in my direction. I feel myself go red as Jack starts looking at me, too.
"Shit! Now Jack's looking at you, too! How cute, he got all flustered!", she yells into my ear again. I start giggling and shake my head no.
"You're imagining things."
"Am not! Just look how he stares at you now!"
I look over and it truly seems like he's watching me. But again I just shake my head and focus on Kellin singing 'Better Off Dead'. It's my favourite song and this acoustic version is even more beautiful.

Throughout the whole show my friend keeps bugging me about how Jack seems to can't take his eyes off me. I get a bit annoyed. Because... this can't be real, right? Why would Jack Fowler watch me the whole second half of their show? I'm just another fan somewhere in the crowd watching him and his friends do their job.
After the show we stroll over to the merch table and just look over the things. We don't want to buy anything. We already spend all our money on the show. But it doesn't hurt to look.
So while we whisper about the shirts and tell us which we find the best a big guy comes up to us and taps me on my shoulder.
"Sorry?", he asks. I turn around.
"Yes?"
"Would you please follow me?", he demands in a friendly tone.
I frown at the man and immediately grab for the hand of my friend. She has a death grip on my hand – no one could drag me away from her.
"I'm sorry girls... My fault. I'm one of the security guards of Sleeping With Sirens", he shows us his pass and asks us again to follow him. This time he directs it to the both of us.
"Can't be bad?", I smile unsurely and my friend nods hesitantly. We keep up after the big guy and he directs us out of the crowd to a dark corner and a door. There is another stupidly tall guy and they talk quietly for a second. Then they open the door and smile at me.
"Sorry... We hope it's okay but Nick asked us to find you and bring you back here. You can go right in. The guys should be in the room down the hall. Just follow the noise and you'll find them."
I blink blankly at them and the first one laughs lightly, then gives me a shove. I stumble forward and drag my friend with me. The door closes after us and then we stand there.
"No way", I say: "No freaking way."
"We are going to meet them!", my friend squeals. I smile with her and we run down the hall. As promised we hear people shouting and follow the noise. We walk by some rooms with open doors until we reach the one with all the guys in.
Kellin is the first one to notice us and groans.
"Guys! Who let the fans in?"
But then he walks over and smiles nicely: "Sorry... Nothing against you... It's just sometimes we like to have time for ourselves... Hope you understand."
"What? Kellin! Get out of the way", Nick comes around and slings his arm over my shoulder.
"I wanted this beautiful lady back here", he smiles at me and asks for my name. I introduce myself quietly and Nick smiles brightly.
"Well... I want to introduce you to someone...", without another word Nick drags me into the room and walks around.
"Okay, so... I saw your friend fangirling in the crowd, so you possibly know who I want you to meet", he tells me and I raise my eyebrow questioningly at him,
We walk into a connected room. There are tables full of food, different drinks some couches and a lot of people are in there. Nick pushes me onto one of the sofas.
"This is Jack. He thinks you're incredibly hot", Nick chuckles and I look at Nick.
"And Jack, here's the girl you couldn't take your eyes off! I'm getting you something to drink!", and there he goes.
I smile awkwardly at Jack who is blushing furiously.
"I'm so sorry! Nick is such a dickhead! I can bring you out of here if you want to go home", he apologizes and I wave him off.
"It's pretty cool to be here...", I confess and he chuckles.
"Oh yeah... Yeah, right. Sorry again", he smiles and I giggle lightly.
A drink is shoved into my hand and Nick gives Jack a thumbs up. Then he just disappears.
"He's such a weirdo", Jack sighs: "He saw me looking at you and... yeah."
We begin to talk quietly and I sip at my drink. It tastes not that good but it's strong, so I drink it. I have to cool down my nerves. After all I'm talking to Jack freaking Fowler!

About two hours later the band and some of the crew decided it's time to leave the venue and head for the tour bus. By now I'm a drunken giggling mess and sway from side to side but at least my words are not slurred. Jack takes my hand and drags me after the other guys.
In front of the tour bus he stops and smiles at me. My giggling won't die down and I start to stroke his arm up and trace his tattoos.
"You want to go home?", he asks and catches my hand before I can slip under the hem of his sleeve.
"No", I whine childishly.
"You're totally wasted", he chuckles.
"No", I whine again and pout at him.
"Oh yes, you are...", he smiles and strokes a strand of my hair out of my face. I see him lick his lips and his eyes flicker down to mine. I wet my lips too and step closer to him.
"Just kiss me", I demand and he seems taken aback.
"Not when you are hammered like this", the good guy speaks. Why does he have to be such a good guy? I'm not that drunk!
"Shut up, Jack", I grumble and push him back against the bus. I attach my lips to his and sigh. Man his lips are so soft... I close my eyes and lay my hands on his chest. I can feel him relax after a few seconds and his arms wrap around me.
I draw away from the kiss and look him in the eyes: "Still think I'm too drunk?"
"I really don't want to take advantage of you."
"Gosh, why are you such a goodie two shoes! You're a rockstar!", I say frustrated.
"I'm not a goodie two shoes!", he protests.
"Prove it", I challenge.
He searches my eyes for a second. I stare back.
"Okay", he says and a sly smirk spreads across his face. I'm curious what he's going to do. His grip on my hip tightens and he turns us forcefully around. My back is now pressed against the side of the bus and he leans over me. I bite my lip and look into his eyes.
"What now?"
He looks at my lips and presses his to mine. I smile into the kiss. It's nowhere near being soft. He presses his body against mine and I have to let out a moan at this feeling. Instantly he slips his tongue past my lips. He explores my mouth and I feel my knees go weak. His hands roam my sides and I let my hands wander around his body. I feel my way up his arm and into his dark hair. I tug at it and this time he lets out a quiet moan. I smirk against his lips and turn us around again.
"No", he mumbles and again we're turned around.
"Now, I'm in charge", he hisses at my lips. I gulp and my heartbeat speeds up. My blood rushes through my body and he kisses me again. I'm surprised at how rough and demanding he can be. I feel my legs getting shaky.
"Am I a goodie two shoes?", he asks darkly against my lips.
"Maybe?", I say challenging again.
His eyes darken even more. But instead of kissing me again he dips his head down and I feel his breath on my neck.
"You're gonna regret this", he mumbles and I feel him sink his teeth into my delicate skin. A surprised yelp escapes my lips. He just continues to suck and bite his way around my neck until he finds a spot he likes – and I like it to. He nibbles at it, licks it, kisses and bites it.
I can't contain my moans. I love what he's doing.
And his hands sliding down to my ass aren't bad either. Suddenly he hooks his hands under my butt and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses me harder into the bus. We both moan loudly as his crotch presses into mine.
My hands fly down to the hem of his shirt and I tug impatiently at it. He chuckles against my neck and comes up again. He kisses my lips and smirks at me.
"Hold on tight", he mumbles. I'm confused but once he lifts me of the bus and instantly cling to his body. He walks up to the bus doors and climbs up the steps. I use the time for revenge. I attack his neck and he moans quietly.
"Wait a second", he pleads: "Just want to get past the guys..."
But I don't stop. We get onto the bus and I hear loud music playing and guys chatting. My face is still buried in Jacks neck, but I hear them clearly talking to him.
"Woah, Jack!"
"Go Jack! Go Jack!"
"Jack's getting some!"
Jack doesn't comment on it. He just carries me through the living area and back to the bunks.
"Out!", Jack barks and I hear someone shuffle to the back. Then I'm literally thrown into a bunk and Jack climbs in after me. It takes seconds for me to get back to kissing him and getting rid of his shirt and throw it out of the bunk onto the floor. A few more seconds later and our remaining clothes join his shirt...

A week later I still think about my night with Jack. He was really nice in the morning. He got me something for my hangover and organised a cab for me. He had to throw me out after a short time, cause they had to head to the next city. He even let me have a sweater of his, cause it was pretty cold in the morning and I had nothing more than my shirt from last night. He even kissed me goodbye and asked for my phone number. For one or two days I actually let myself hope for a call. But as I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, he never called. So I tried to forget this night. It was a One Night Stand for him. What did I expect?
Certainly not for what happened exactly a week later.
It's afternoon and I'm currently working. I sit at my desk at my computer and write an email, when my phone buzzes.
An unknown number is calling. Frowning I answer the call.
"Yes?"
"Hey... Uh... It's... It's Jack. Jack Fowler, remember me?", he asks softly and I freeze in my movement. This has to be some sick joke! But it's clearly his voice.
"Wanted to ask... how you are and... If you'd want to go out some day?"