You Are My Getaway//C.T.H.

3-"You Smell Good..."

    I walk into the venue, the feeling in my chest pumping stronger and faster. I wipe my damp hands on my pants before seeing anyone.

I'm already going to see them, in the front row, with my best friend. Meeting them just makes this seem oh so unrealistic. Pinch me I must be dreaming. Actually no, I bruise easily, and I will cry.

    "Are you Blake? The contest winner?" A lady with a pair of circular glasses resting on her nose and a sweet smile asks.

    I nod, smiling.

    "Mind if we check your bag and stuff?"

    "Go ahead," I ask, and she checks me, very throughly I should add. Patting me down everywhere, and looking through my bag.

    "Follow me," she smiles and leads me in. "The boys will be here shortly, they're just getting ready. Help yourself to water or snacks. We made a little schedule, since you won a whole day with them. We're planning an hour with the boys, then spend an hour with each, and one last hour with them. It was their idea. You can choose which order you want to hang out with them in. Im just in the next room if you need me, if you're lost on where to go, what to do. But I'm sure the boys will help lead you around. There's the snacks." She points to the table and walks out.

    I look at the time, 11:59. I'm pretty much right on time, good thing we left early, that traffic was horrific.

    I walk around, looking at everything. This is beyond crazy. I'm backstage, and soon I might be in their dressing rooms... I can almost smell them, or what I imagine they smell like at least. This is officially already the best day of my life. I take off my jacket and put it on the side.

    Did I remember to put on deodorant?

    I smell my armpits and... great the smell of axe, because it lasts longer than any female deodorant.

I wonder off to the snack table. Snacks look yummy but not exactly healthy. Not that I'm complaining. I reach for something, when I hear footsteps outside then a door open, with the laughter of four young men. I quickly pull my hand away from the table and step away.

"You must be Blake," an Australian accent greets, but which one?

There they are. Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings, and Calum Hood.

I recognized the voice to be Luke Hemmings'.

I turn the rest of my body, in awe, that my heroes are standing right there, in front of me. They all smile at me and I swear at that moment my soul left my body and my heart jumped out of my chest. This feels beyond amazing, I don't even believe its real.

"H-hi."

My vision gets blurred, and a cold feeling streams down my cheeks.

Ashton comes up to me and hugs me, and I feel my heart stop.

"I can't believe I'm meeting my heroes," I hug back, the sound of weeping follows my tears.

He rubs my back, causing me to melt. Then Luke comes up to me and wipes my tears before hugging me.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles.

I hug Michael next, and let me just say, its even better than I ever dreamed.

    Then finally I hug Calum, as I stop crying, or well, try to stop crying.

"Aw guys I think she needs a big group hug," Ashton says.

They all nod and hug me.

Don't say anything weird. Don't say anything weird. You're doing not terribly right now.