Breaking point (Joe Sugg and Caspar Lee fan fiction)

Chapter 1

Mila's POV ~

Shaking, holding my mic I start singing my last song, slow hands by Niall Horan (he is my fav) I'm so nervous as this is my first ever gig and I'm playing in front of at least 70 people but one catches my eye. Stood at the back of the crowd is a tall man with long blonde hair jelled into a quiff. He's wearing a dark blue t-shirt with black ripped jeans and he's accompanied with a large beer and a taco. I find myself staring at him a bit too long during the instrumental and he catches on and gives me a cheeky wink.

Walking off stage, nerves hit me for the second time and I feel myself hyperventilating. I need to get out of here. I push through the crowd now quickening my pace to a run and end up running straight into someone. "I'm so so s-so-rr-y"I sob leaning on my knees picking up the small pieces left of the taco. As I stand up I see that it was the hot guy from earlier.

"You okay?" He says sounding genuinely concerned.
"Just nerves I guess"I say trying to pull myself together.
"You wanna taco about it!?" He giggles childishly holding up the taco in my hands. I can't help but laugh his laugh is so infectious.
"Only if you buy me a taco"Gesturing my way to the bar
"Okay shell we sit down?" He says, now hysterical.
Although I've just met him I feel like I've known him for a lifetime.

"So are you okay you seemed quite shaked up back there"
"I'm okay now, it was the first gig I've ever done so this was way out of my comfort zone" I say digging into my taco with food falling out of my mouth. How do I always manage to embarrass myself when I'm trying to impress someone?
"You were the most amazing singer I've ever heard... and the most beautiful too" He says with a tinge of nervousness.
I was flattered, no-one has ever called me beautiful before. Giggling I ask for a napkin to clean the mess I made. He whipped out a pen and wrote on the napkin his number and below it it said "If you ever want to 'taco' about it"
Even though I have only talked to him once his has made me feel so special.

As we parted I got home as quick as I could and text him:
"Wanna come to listen to the 'most amazing singer you've ever heard' again tomorrow at 7pm?" Then I text him where I was performing at.
Not having to wait long until I got a text back "Yes of course ;) can't wait xx" I feel a rush of happiness and relief go through me as I know I'll be nervous (in inevitable) but I'm positive he will calm me down. I've never met anyone as kind and funny as him.
Finally after this long day I go to sleep. I wonder what tomorrow will bring us ...