Jaspar One Shots

No.11 Fanboy

A/N: This entered my mind just randomly while I tried completing my last one shot. I know I have read one shots with a plot like this, so I thought that I'd try making my own. *Disclaimer* If anyone feels as though I am copying off of somebody, please let me know, because as far as I am concerned this is coming out of my own mind.

P.S. Shout out to TheIrishShipper for voting and commenting! Also, shout out to anyone who reads this, because like, didn't think anyone would want to read what I wrote.

Summary: Joe Sugg is a famous singer and he held a contest that one of his fans could meet him after his concert. Caspar Lee just so happens to be that lucky fan. And though Joe hoped that it would be a fan-girl, maybe a fanboy was better.

Warnings: Super long, as in, this is a three part one shot.

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Joe's POV

I don't care what anyone says, being well-known is hard. Paparazzi's always all up in your business, really dedicated fans trying to steal your clothes, and random people telling you to die. Don't get me wrong, I love this life. And without the fans I would be no where. But it can be really energy draining.

"Joe! You're on in half an hour and you haven't even started on your hair!" someone yelled.

"Oops, sorry," I apologized.

I walked over to Anne, my hairstylist. Anne was a very nice lady, in her mid-twenties with a husband and three kids. She is super sweet and extremely hilarious. When I walked over there to her, she made a tsk tsk noise.

"C'mon, get it together Suggy!" Anne joked.

"I know, I know. I was just distracted," I said.

"You always are. Nervous about singing in front of thousands of people?" Anne asked.

"Yes. I don't think there will ever be a time when I am not nervous," I answered.

Anne hummed at my response. We didn't talk after that. Anne was in her work mode, and when she's in her work mode you don't distract her. Last time a mic guy interrupted her while hair spraying my hair and she sprayed the guy's face. She almost got fired, but I stood up for her.

It didn't take long for Anne to finish up my hair. Just a bit of gelling and styling and spraying and I was good to go. I checked myself in the mirror and smiled at myself.

"Thanks, Anne. You always do a marvelous job," I complimented.

"I know," Anne teased, winking at me.

"Joe! You're on in two minutes! Get your bloody arse up here!" one of the stage managers yelled.

"You better get going," Anne said.

"Yeah, I guess I should. Thanks again!" I called over my shoulder, racing to the stage. The music started up and I started singing my first song of the night.

*time skip to the middle of the performance*

After about ten songs, I did those Twitter Q&A things. The crowd seemed to be having a good time, and so was I. Any nerves that I had to begin with left me and I was filled with adrenaline and pure happiness.

"Alright, this one is from @sugglover264, 'Who was your first kiss?' Well, @sugglover264, that is confidential," I said cheekily, with a wink. A bunch of girls started screaming at that reaction. (A/N: As far as I know, these are not real usernames. If they are, I am sorry I am using them without your consent.)

"This next one is from @tacoslover, 'Are you gay?' I am not," I answered. Not in a mean way, just normally.

This went on for about an hour. I didn't want it to take too long, in case the audience was getting bored. It didn't seem like they were, but I wanted to move on because the fans were excited for me to announce something.

"And that was the last one. Now I know you're all wondering who won the contest and gets to hang out with me after the concert and for a whole day tomorrow. I had a lot of entries and now one will be chosen at random. Please avert your eyes to the screen behind me, please," I said.

The screen behind me started flicking through the thousands of names that people have entered. To hang out with me, they had to fill out a quiz about me, put in their names and email address and other stuff.

Then the randomnizer stopped. It landed on a boy. I really wanted it to be a girl, but I hid my disappointment.

"And the winner is Caspar Lee! Congratulations Caspar! You are the winner! After the concert is over head backstage so we can verify it's you and then we can hang! Now on with the show!" I exclaimed.

Caspar's POV

"Ooh, look Oli! Look what Joe just tweeted!" I yelled excitedly to Oli.

"I know, I see. 'Want to meet me and hang out for a day? Just fill out this short quiz about me and enter your name, address, and email. Winner will be announced at my next concert,' " Oli read.

"I know! Isn't this exciting?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it sure is. For you," Oli pointed out dully.

"I don't get why you don't like him," I said.

"I do like him, just not as much as you do," Oli explained.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess so." Then I got all excited, "Hey, what if I did the quiz and won?"

"Then I'd be happy for you. And just so you know, there's like a 1 in a million chance that would ever happen," Oli stated.

"Oli, don't rain on my parade. I'm going to do it. You never know," I said.

I clicked the link that Joe had attached and took the quiz. It was really short, like ten questions or so. They were so easy, too! Like when his birthday was and what his first single was called. I was done fairly soon and submitted my response. Now all I have to do is go to his concert.

"Oli!" I called.

"What?" I heard a faint yell from the kitchen.

"Do you want to go to a concert?" I yelled back.

"Let me guess, a Joe Sugg concert?" Oli asked knowingly, sipping on some OJ.

"Maybe," I drawled.

"Okay, whatever," Oli said.

"Really?" I perked up at his response.

Oli sighed, "Yeah, why not? When and where?"

"Tomorrow at London Stadium," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Tomorrow?! At London Stadium?! Caspar Lee, you are so lucky I like you," Oli said, shaking his head.

"I like me too," I giggled.

"Whatever. It's getting late Caspar, we should go to sleep if we're going to get up at 3:00," Oli yawned.

"Right! Goodnight, Oli," I said, getting into my bed and closing my eyes.

"Goodnight, Caspar," Oli said softly.

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A/N: Okay, so I can already tell that this is going to go longer than I would like, so I am going to make a part two to this. For anyone who is confused, Caspar and Oli live in an apartment together. Also, Caspar already ordered tickets ahead of time.