Y/N POV
I'm very surprised that my hair is still in promising condition after two hours in a crowd of crazed teens, all focusing on the dim purple lit stage, but better yet, the famous faces performing on it. It wasn't my first intention to come here tonight, but I'm glad I did. To my right was a close friend of mine, and to my left, was a new one. Of coarse my great friend who had brought me here, was so much more into everything about this; the music, the people, the tricks of getting to front row, which is actually very convenient. The happiness showing all over her face as she made eye contact with her biggest crush on the planet, Sam Pottorff, was just enough to convince me that these people really do show others a purpose in life. But me, I didn't have my eyes on that kid all night, yeah sure he was pretty good looking, yet not my type. My focus was towards the slender boy, always singing and dancing, you could tell he was passionate about it, which to me, is quite a turn on. But trust me, I was already familiar of who he was, Trevor Moran. I've followed him on social media for quite a while, so this wasn't just a "oh he's hot", I already knew that. Speaking of hot, I shouldn't have worn long sleeves, I mean, yes, it is in the middle of December and we are at Digitour Slay-Bells, but I should've considered that I would be packed in a venue with at least 500 other people, constantly moving and dancing to music. I was snapped out of my clothing decision thoughts when my hand was grabbed and my friend next to me was screaming. I snapped my head up only to lock eyes with the boy holding my hand, Trevor himself. My first expression would've made anyone laugh, but since only he had seen it, only he had laughed.
"Will you come up to stage with me?"
The question raced through my mind at record speed, over and over. Within five seconds I softly grinned and nodded my head. Security was instantly over and before I knew it I was lifted over the barrier and helped up to the stage. I looked down at the crowd for a split second, and that was all the time I needed to get a feel of how these boys live, for the love of other people. I was so content within that moment, and I was soon snapped out of my doze once again. This time that Trev had spoken to me though, he hadn't used the microphone, instead he grabbed me swiftly by the waist with one arm, I laughed it off slightly, up until he whispered something in my ear.
"You caught my attention tonight, good job; I hope you've had a good night, but I plan to make it better. What's your name?"
I laughed again before answering him. He simply just smiled and pointed at the DJ, probably a cue for something, I was scared, kind of excited actually.
I tried to hide that expression this time. The familiar tune of the familiar Mariah Carey Christmas classic had filled my ears, the soft beginning had soon been dominated by Trevor's voice. It stunned me at first, my eyes looking up from my feet, the screams in the crowd didn't seem as powering as they were before I was up here on stage. All I could think about was his melody, and the fact that his hand was intertwined with mine. But a portion of me was remembering that I was just a part of a crowd minutes ago, and that I didn't expect this. The other boys had been dancing around, doing what they usually do of coarse, and it made me slightly giggle. What the hell was happening. All I knew at this point was that I was enjoying it, and that Trev was correct, my night got better. The song ended quicker than expected, and maybe I was the only one to notice it. As the music faded I actually took thought into the touch of his hand intertwined with mine, and when his arm pulled me closer to him. It made me think about how no guy in my life would do this for me, it's not like I've always needed it, but it was amazing. And it made my heart & mind race quicker than ever. He leaned over one more time and said what I thought would never happen.
"After the show go down hall 7 and take a right, you'll find our warm up room, I'd love to talk to you, maybe get your number. And don't worry, your friend can come too."
He gave me a quick hug and I hurried off the stage so that I wouldn't make any security or fans mad.
The night continue for another half hour or so and all I could think about was Trevor. He wanted to see me after the show, he wanted my number. This was definitely not expected. And that taught me that not everything we want is highly expected. That night I saw him again, and I was extremely, content.
