Your hands were high in the air as you danced around to the loud music as the band played. The crowd cheered and sang along to the words that were seeping out of the speakers throughout the small, but packed venue. The smiles on the bands faces matched those in the crowd, happy to be performing and thrilled to be attending such amazing set.
People all around you were in pure bliss, lost in the music and the lyrics that meant so much to them. Being in your own bubble, you didn't take notice to the arm that rested on your shoulder, you being used as an arm rest. You only noticed it when a deep, but loud voice rang trough your ears, feeling the hot breath of the person beside you.
"This is awesome," he yelled. "These guys are so talented!" You turned your head from the four sweaty guys on stage to the smiling figure beside you, his arm still resting on your shoulder. You smiled back and nodded your head, not letting him in on your secret that you get to see this anytime you want. Not because you were rich, but because you got to travel with the band, your father being a member of their road crew.
With being able to attend the concerts, meeting new people was an every night ordeal which you enjoyed, so when the guy beside you moved his arm to wrap it around you, letting it rest on your other shoulder, you didn't mind and absentmindedly snaked your arm around his waist. As the current song played on, you learned that his name was Josh Nickolas. You gave him only your first, not wanting to be found out who you really are. You sang and danced, looking like two old pals at a pub minus the beer mugs in hand.
The song ended with with one last guitar chord and drums and symbols crashing at the same time and you both let go of each other to clap and cheer in appreciation. When the crowd quieted a little, you were surprised to hear your name being heard all over the venue. "(Y/N)!" was yelled and you looked on stage to the sweaty drummer that was looking dead at you, a twist of anger and amusement in his hazel eyes. He smirked and spoke again, "(Y/N)! Daddy's about to kick some ass!"
The other concert goers and Josh all screamed and cheered, oblivious to what was really going on, and paying more attention to the fact that Ashton swore, even though swear words are in his every day vocabulary. Pulling yourself away from the all-known to you plotting look from Ashton, you looked to the other members. Eyebrows raised in confusion but knowledge of what he meant were the looks that they sent you.
You gulped under their gazes and focused back on the reason for the awkward silence that fell upon only you and the members, just in time to notice Ashton putting his phone away. Josh leaned in towards you to half scream something about their next song being Good Girls when you felt your phone vibrate against your chest, it being in the closed pocket of your black and purple flannel you were wearing. Pulling it out, you seen an unread text from Ashton.
From: Bubby♥
Babygirl, I'm glad to see that you have a new friend, maybe he would like to meet us after the show, bring him back with you -Daddy x
Nervously, you looked up from your phone to see the boys huddled around the drum set, but with enough space that you are still in plain sight of Ashton. His eyes locked with yours and out of your peripherals, you see the other three turn around to look at you. Josh was at your ear again, screaming about how they were looking at you both, never realizing that Ashton had called your name twice earlier.
Ashton nodded his head in the direction of the boy beside you, winking with a smirk that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. You swallowed, but nodded your head as well. You knew he had something planned just by how he signed off on that text. This was going to be a bad idea because you know the things Ashton is capable of doing, witnessing them first hand. You glanced at Josh beside you, hearing the familiar "Do, do do, do do, do do do do do" as the music started back up again.
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Daddy's Show |a.i.| d.k.
Fanfiction"(Y/N)!" was yelled and you looked on stage to the sweaty drummer that was looking dead at you, a twist of anger and amusement in his hazel eyes. He smirked and spoke again, "(Y/N)! Daddy's about to kick some ass!"
