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As I had expected, the video of me walking onto the stage accidentally had already gone viral.

Yay me.

(A/N: CHANNELS INNER LONDON TIPTON)

Fans were tweeting about it and making hashtags and memes all over the place. I checked Twitter for it as soon as I got off the stage.

It was embarrassing, sure, and the boys would probably tease me until the day I died, but at least it only lasted for a short period of time.

I would have been shorter if someone hadn't suggested to sing happy birthday to me.

Remind me to get revenge on him because I know just how to do it.

I quickly went back into the boys dressing room after the incident since I knew Blake would probably be there.

Sure enough, she was there sitting on the couch farthest from the door, reading a Wattpad book on her phone.

Her lips were still slightly swollen from the heated make out session she had had with Michael minutes earlier. I tried to stifle a laugh as I began to talk to her.

"How did Michael get to the stage so fast?"

"What?"

She looked up from her phone at me. Her face contorted in confusion. I sent her a mischievous smile before continuing.

"I saw you guys making out and then roamed the hallways for a couple of minutes and then accidentally walked into the stage, where the boys were finishing their first song,"

"You what!?"

"Walked onto the stage? Saw you guys having a heated make out?"

"Both!"

"Yeah, I did...whoops?"

She leaned back onto the couch, sighing loudly as she did so. I rolled my eyes at her overdramatic reaction, a childish smirk still resting on my face.

"Don't tell anyone else, please. It was spur of the moment and I don't really know if it was real or not,"

I sat down next to her. She rubbed her eyes before sighing once more. I carefully took one of her hands and held it in mine.

"Hey, I know I suck at love, but Michael's a great guy, and I think you guys would be the cutest couple ever, then again I suck at love so you might want to get a second opinion on that..."

She laughed quietly, sitting up to look at me. Gently, she took one of my hands in hers, mimicking my behavior. She shot me a sad smile.

"You don't suck at love, Nik, you've just fallen for people that do,"

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