You clutched your best friends hand nervously as the long line began to move. She looked over at you as you both squealed in unison, making people around you turn around and look at you. You both laughed at how weird you were, but you didn't care. You were about to meet your favorite band of all time, New Hope Club. The band actually brought you and your best friend together since you both met online with fan accounts and instantly clicked, the rest was history. You never thought that you would be able to get meet and greet tickets to meet them, but somehow you did and here you were in line, about to see them. Your favorite member was George, everything about him was perfect, while your best friend was in love with Blake. "Oh my god," you choked out as the boys came into view. Your best friend squeezed your hand harder as you felt your chest tighten up. The boys looked absolutely perfect, leaving you in awe at how that was possible. "Im gonna faint," you told her with wide eyes as you kept getting closer and closer. "You faint, I faint," she agreed making both of you giggle. After what seemed like ages, it was finally your turn to go up to the table where they were all sat signing things. Your best friend went first as you watched her shaking as she hugged each boy and made small talk. Soon you were face to face with Blake as you managed to get out a quiet "Hi." He looked up and instantly smiled at you making your cheeks burn red, "Hello! What's your name, babe?" he asked. Holy shit, holy shit, Blake fucking Richardson called you babe. "Y/N," you said. Before you could say anything else, Reece was cutting in. "Blake, stop hogging all of the pretty fans," he joked as your face turned even more red, if that was possible. "Hi, Reece," you smiled as he signed your poster. He looked up at you as your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. "Hi, love!" he said shooting you a wink. Your favorite band was flirting with you, fucking flirting. You were quickly moved down to George, your favorite member. He signed your poster quickly before looking up at you with wide eyes. You frowned thinking something was wrong as you fumbled around with your hair. "Wha- Oh, no. You look fine, babe. Actually you look incredible," he said as your eyes widened. "Oh, wow, thank you, George. I love you a lot," you said sheepishly as he grinned at you. "I love you, too, babe," he said. He scribbled something down on your poster, but you didn't notice as you said goodbye to him and met up with your best friend again. You both just screamed and hugged each other as you realized what just happened. You just met New Hope Club. You sat down and began to tell each other everything that happened, and your best friend screamed when you told her how they were flirting with you. You both took out the posters that they had signed, but your eyes widened as you realized what George had written on yours. It read, "Nice meeting you, beautiful. Let's hangout sometime?" Along with that was his phone number scribbled beneath it. "Y/N! Fucking George Smith gave you his number!" she shouted from beside you, making your insides flip as a huge grin made its way to your face. "Holy shit."
