"Hi," Olly says, walking up to me from the gates.
"Hi," I smile, getting my iPod out.
We take a selfie and he kisses the top of my head.
"Hope you'll like the show," he says to me and Michael.
"Yeah. Can't wait," I laugh and he walks away. I turn to say something to Michael but he isn't there.
"Michael?" I call, standing on my toes to see him.
"Im here," I hear him shout from behind me. I turn to face the right direction and there he is, his arms loaded with food and he has an Olly Murs Tour t shirt.
"Idiot," I laugh, shaking my head.
"Dont fret dearest, I got you a t shirt," he rolls his eyes.
"Well guess what Ive got?"
I show him the selfie.
"I hate you!" He pouts.
"Love you too. And, um. He kind of kissed my fringe," I say, terrified of his reaction.
"You have Olly germs? Oh my god you could clone him!" Michael squeals desperately stroking my fringe. I laugh, shaking my head.
"Imbecile," I mutter, kissing him.
"But it turns ya on,"
"Michael!" I gasp, smacking his arm.
"But it does,"
"Michael," I say firmly.
"Fine. Just sayin," Michael sticks his tongue out.
"Idiot," I lock our fingers and we go to our seats.
The music starts playing and Olly comes skipping out, doing an adorable little dance.
"Olly!" He yells into the crowd.
"OI!" We all scream back.
"OLLY OLLY OLLY!"
"OI OI OI!"
The rest of the concert was just him either singing or being the sassy idiot he is.
Half way through Right Place Right Time, Olly takes off his hat and because me and Michael were sat in the front row, he puts it on MY head.
He then takes my hand and kissed it. You can't even know the feels I had then.
*after the concert*
"Best. Day. Ever," I sigh, my arm around Michael's torso.
"Yeah, you lucky bum," he laughs, kissing the top of my head.
"CHLOE!" I hear Olly shout.
"Um hi," I smile nervously.
"I wanted to say," he pants, running up to us, "does he want to do a performance with his band?"
Michael looks at me. His eyes have widened.
"I think he does," I grin, running Michael's hand with my thumb.
"I- we- yeah," Michael goes pink. I forgot he was so socially awkward.
"Its ok, Mikey," I whisper, giving his hand a light squeeze.
"Yeah. We would. Thanks," Michael smiles.
"Tomorrow, for the rest of the tour?" Olly gets a pocket diary out.
"That would be awesome. Thank you so much,"
"Heres ma number and give us a ring," Olly winks before being swallowed by the crowd of fans.
"I love you," Michael pulls me into a really tight hug. I laugh, snuggling into the crook of his neck and my arms returning the hug.
"I love you too," I mumble, feeling shattered. We walk back to the car and I drive him to the apartments.
"ASHTON!" Michael screams, skipping into their apartment.
Ashton is on the couch, Heather with him. They both look so scared but happy too. What the hell has happened?
"OLLY MURS WANTS US TO SUPPORT HIM FOR THE REST OF THE TOUR!" Michael waltzes around the apartment.
"Thats amazing!" Calum gallops out of his room, up to Michael and kisses his cheek, "I've missed you dear. Hard day at work?"
"Mess," Michael ruffles his hair and hugs him.
"We have news too," Ashton smiles at Heather.
"Yeah. We're having a baby," Heather says.
"OH MY GOD THATS SO NICE!" I squeal, hugging Heather and Ashton.
"Where's the lanky fags?"I say as Michael sits on the couch, pulling me onto his knee. I nuzzle into him, his scent as addicting as ever.
"Having sex in your bed C," Heather jokes but I still take precautions.
"Thats revolting," I wince, hiding my face in Michael's chest. He laughs, his arms holding me tight to him.
"But yeah, the concert? Where d'ya get the hat?"
"Olly gave it to me!" I half squeal half scream. I explain all of the songs and his encounter with me and Mikey. Then I show them the selfie.
"Joe would be so jealous," Heather says. It kind of stings. I notice Michael drawing his hand across his neck a few times indicating cut it out.
"Yeah he would. Michael," I turn my eyes to him and make the same signals at he did. He gives me the 'seriously?' look and I laugh. I love this idiotic fag.
"Im hungry," Michael yawns.
"What the hell? You just ate three willies in buns, a happy meal, a large coke and a bag of maltezers," I look at him with concern.
"And Im still hungry," Michael protests.
"Whatever. Who wants noodles?" I order some and they arrive.
Sally and Luke burst through the apartment door, laughing and flirting.
"That, was a really stupid idea," Luke shakes his head, Sally agreeing.
"What went down?" Cal asked, eating a noodle.
"Well, we went to a water park and it was so funny and oh my god, Luke slipped at the top of the slide and went down screaming," Sally giggles, teasing a pouting Luke. We all shrugged and carried on eating.
"Mikey?" I ask, kissing him.
"Mm, yeah?" He asks, obviously wanting me to kiss him more.
"What you gonna do for the concert?"
"Not sure. We'll work it out when we get there," Michael turns his nose at the sound of procrastinating, and then concentrates on my lips.
Inching closer to him, we kiss. His lips move in synch with mine. Have I mentioned before how perfect the taste of him is? Probably. But still he's bloody amazing.
"I love you Mikey," I say, completely shattered.
"Love you too C," He pulls me closer to him.
"To the moon?" I grin at our little thing.
"To the moon," He replies with a mumble.
"You two are too cute," Calum chuckles.
"Not as cute as Hashton though. I mean seriously, they're having a baby," I sass, making Heather laugh.
"But no. You two are special," Ashton winks.
"We are," Michael diverts his eyes to mine and he gives my lips one last kiss before lying down with me in his arms.
My eyes get heavy as I think about my day. Olly, Joe, Cal, Heather and Ashton's baby, Luke and Sally's water park fun, Michael, how amazing our kiss was, how much I loved him and how lucky I felt just to be near him.
"Goodnight Princess," he purrs down my ear.
"Goodnight Cherub," I gently ruffle his hair, making him laugh.
As I fall asleep, I can hear Michael's sweet voice telling me how much I meant to him which was beautiful.
