I squeaked a thank you and looked over my shoulder to find who it was. Oh my, no. freaking. way.
"Luke. Luke Hemmings?" I questioned as I look mesmerised by his perfection. His hair was sculpted in to an exquisite quiff shape and his deep blue eyes stared back into my inferior emerald ones.
"Nice to meet you" he said shaking my hand. Oh my god.
"I could think of much nicer circumstance" I laughed "but you have no idea how great it feels to meet you"
"I do; because I feel the same way to meet you" he warmly smiled with his eyes still scanning my features "tell me... Wait, what's you're name?"
"Olivia, but call me Liv"
"Tell me, Liv. Why is a beautiful girl, with a beautiful name to match might I add, sitting in a hallway of an arena on her own crying?"
"That is a story and I half" I chuckled "and it might have to wait another day when I'm not in a mess" I stood up, sniffling tears a bit.
"That can be arranged" he smiled grabbing my hand "come on!" He cheered and we began running down the hallway.
