I Don't Want To Say Goodnight (All Time Low Fanfic)

Chapter 2.

The screams of the crowd around me were deafening as the four men took to the stage. I screamed along with them and so did Sam. We laughed at each other and snapped yet another picture of the two of us together. That was one of the good things about having a photography student as a best friend, every moment of our lives were captured and treasured forever in a picture.

"Hello you beautiful fuckers!" Alex shouted into the microphone. Jack replied with a stupid joke about what he'd like to fuck, making the entire crowd laugh.

They launched into Stay Awake. I sang along with every word. My jaw was beginning to get sore from all the singing and smiling I had done in the past few hours but I didn't care. Nothing would be able to wipe the smile off my face. Jack spotted me and Sam and grinned before doing one of his jumps. How he didn't rip those skinny jeans was a mystery to me. He sauntered over to Alex and whispered in his ear before pointing in our direction. Alex caught my gaze and a bright smile lit up his face.

Seeing All Time Low live was definitely the best experience of my life. I was so glad I had managed to do it. That was one thing I could cross off my list. I sang along to every song, I laughed at every joke, even though most of them were so immature and stupid. That was exactly my kind of humour.

It was almost the end of the show, there couldn't be more than two or three songs left, max. Alex cleared his throat, he was about to make a speech. "So tonight, I received a letter from a very special person. I can honestly say that when I read it, I broke down in tears. I haven't cried like that since the end of Toy Story 3."

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes bulged. He couldn't be talking about my letter, could he? "Some of the things in that letter were incredible and really got me thinking. You don't mind if I read part of it out, do you Mia?"

Yup, he was definitely talking about my letter. I shook my head stiffly and he smiled. Alex pulled the letter out of his pocket and began to read. "I made a promise to myself right there and then to live every second of whatever remains of my life for me. I want to be able to look back and not have any regrets. For these last few months, I want to be happy."

I felt tears trickle down my cheeks as I heard my own words read out in front of hundreds of strangers. Sam wrapped his arm around my side and gave me a hug. Alex folded the letter up and put it back in his locket, before continuing with his speech. "I think that's something more people should live by. I think if more people lived for themselves instead of other people, the world would be a much better place. This leads on to the next song quite nicely but before we play it, Mia could you come up here?"

My eyes widened in shock. He wanted me to go on stage? Was he crazy? I started to shake my head but the security guards had already lifted my tiny body over the railing. Before I knew it, I was standing on stage with my favourite band. Alex walked over to me and wrapped his hand around my own, linking our fingers together. I blushed slightly as I realised I liked the feeling of my hand in his.

"We're going to slow things down for this next song. This song goes out to everybody who has ever been told that the way they think or the way they feel is the wrong way to think or the wrong way to feel. Anybody who has been betrayed by their friends, or their family. Always be yourself no matter what, because I swear to god, you are the most fucking beautiful people in the world. This song's called Therapy and it goes like this."

My hands flew to cover my mouth and a sob escaped me. The band that saved my life was singing the song that saved my life right in front of me. Jack ran over to me, still managing to play his guitar perfectly and shouted in my ear, "You okay, Mia?"

I nodded and he looked at me sceptically. I suppose I wouldn't believe me either if I was sobbing on a stage in front of hundreds of people. "I'm fine, I promise. This song just means a lot to me." I shouted over the noise of the music. He nodded understandingly and made his way back to the other side of the stage. I spotted Sam in the crowd and he blew me a kiss. I laughed slightly and attempted to wipe my tears away. Alex strummed the guitar one final time, the note resonating throughout the room. The crowd erupted into cheers and Alex flashed them a brilliant smile. He pulled me in for a hug. He was sweaty from being on stage but I didn't care, I hugged him back just as tightly. It wasn't every day you got the chance to hug Alex Gaskarth.

"Wait for me at the side of the stage, I want to talk to you," he whispered in my ear. I nodded and shuffled out of view, hiding in the wings of the stage. I was in a daze for the remainder of the concert. Before I was really aware of what was happening, Dear Maria had finished and the four of them bounded off stage.

Jack engulfed me in a hug the second he saw me. I laughed and pushed him off me. "Jack, you're all sweaty!" I groaned. He laughed evilly and shook his hair, spraying droplets of sweat over me.

I glared at him and he plastered an innocent look over his face as Alex walked over to us. "What have you done this time, Jack?"

"What?" he gasped in mock outrage. "Why do you just assume I've done something?"

"Because you're Jack. You've always done something," he said, exasperated with his friend's behaviour. Jack shrugged his shoulders and went to annoy Flyzik. Alex turned to face me, looking slightly apprehensive. "Was that too much, what I did on stage? If it was I'm so sorry, I just-"

I shut off his pointless ramblings by flinging my arms around his neck. He stumbled back slightly, shocked by my sudden actions but after a moment he returned the hug. "Thank you, Alex," I whispered. "Thank you for everything."

I pulled out of the hug. Alex's hand trailed down my arm and he caught my fingers in his. "Is there any way you can stay here for a while? I'd like to y'know, get to know you better," he said quietly. His eyes flickered down to look at the ground and then returned to meet my gaze.

" I don't know, I have to go meet Sam," I said, my voice laced with regret.

"Oh shit, I forgot you were with Sam. Bring him backstage too," he said and I grinned.

"Really?" I asked and he nodded. "He is going to freak out." Keeping a hold of my hand, we went off in search of Sam. I couldn't help but smile at our intertwined fingers. I knew it meant nothing, it was just a friendly gesture, but I couldn't help but smile at how natural it felt.

Alex led me through a door that came out just behind the merch stand. I could see the back of Sam's head as he anxiously checked his phone every two seconds. "Sam!" I shouted. His head whirled around. Relief flooded his features once he saw me and he hurried over to us. Luckily, the fans hadn't spotted and mobbed Alex.

"I was so worried about you," he said once he reached us. He noticed my hand linked with Alex's and he winked slyly at me. I rolled my eyes but I couldn't stop the blush forming on my cheeks. "I guess I had no reason to be worried if you were with Alex." I discreetly elbowed him in the stomach. He groaned and Alex shot him a confused look. "Sorry, stomach ache. Anyway, what are we doing back here?"

"I wanted to get to know you guys better," Alex replied, although he was looking at me the entire time.

"Oh, cool. Dude, my followers on twitter are not going to believe it when I tweet about this later."

I snorted. "What followers? You have like two hundred."

"Well excuse me Miss Twitter Famous, just because you've got several thousand," he retorted and I rolled my eyes. Alex coughed and smirked at us both.

"I think you'll find I have several hundred thousand followers," he said, playing the fame card.

"Sorry, we're not all the lead singer of a famous band," I said sarcastically. "Although I don't get why you have so many followers, I think Zack's much cooler."

He gasped in mock horror. "That hurts."

The three of us laughed and made our way back to the dressing room, chatting easily to each other. It was all so surreal, I had pinched myself several times to prove I wasn't dreaming.

I didn't expect Alex to read the letter so soon. I definitely didn't expect him to care so much. I don't know why he did. Maybe he was just that kind of person, or maybe he felt sorry for me because I was dying, but as I sat in the dressing room talking and laughing with my favourite band, I realised I didn't care.

There was no point questioning things, not when I had such little time left. I would merely accept things as they happened and hope for the best. Who knows where it would get me?