A/n: I'm really disappointed cuz I'm in Montreal and 5sos is playing tonight but I can't go cuz I'm flying back to BC while the concert's on. :(((((

Btw this is my worst one yet so plz don't judge it's horrible.

Ps. F/b = favorite band

Y/f/m = your fav (band) member

Amanda xx

Question: what's your favorite thing to do for fun?

Answer: sing and draw probably. Oh and soccer.

Today was the day!

Your favorite band, f/b was playing and C/n had bought some meet and greet tickets and you were in the front row.

You were especially happy because you had only been to one concert with your mom only and you were at the back.

This time it would be different.

You were going with C/n and your friends, y/f and y/o/f.

You were staying in a hotel with your friends for 5 days.

There was two hours before you had to leave for the concert, so you began to get ready.

You wore a t-shirt with their band on it and tight skinny jeans. You straightened your h/c hair.

For makeup, you had concealer and mascara, making sure not to overdo it.

As you arrive at the stadium, you begin to freak out. Silently, but you were still freaking out.

"Are you exited?" C/n asked you.

"Ohmygosh yessss!" You told him. You pecked his cheek.

You and your friends loved this band.

The three of you were jumping up and down, still freaking out while c/n just laughed at you.

Finally, they let you in for the meet and greet, backstage.

You began to shake as you went backstage.

"I think I'm having an asthma attack..." You told everyone. They laughed.

As you entered the room, you saw the band sitting on a couch.

They all stood up at once and came to give you hugs.

You stood there, not moving. Unable to move.

"I...can't...believe...thiS IS HAPPENING!" You said as your favorite band member embraced you.

You hugged back. You didn't want to be an annoying fangirl person.

Suddenly, your hands were sweaty, your knees went weak (arms are heavy, there's vomit on your sweater already, mom's spaghetti lol ok) your heart sped up.

Your favorite band member, f/b/m moved closer to you.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked you.

"N-no..." You replied, shaking. You were more than alright, but at the same time, you were dying.

"Y/n? Are you sure?" C/n asked.

Y/f and y/o/f began to laugh at you.

"She's just shocked that y/f/m was actually close to her." They said.

C/n's smile returned, knowing they were right.

You wiped your palms on your jeans and breathed slowly.

"You're really cute." Y/f/m told you after your little excitement attack, making you blush even more.

Your friends glanced at c/n, who obviously wasn't too pleased.

"Hey maybe we can be pen pals or something!" You told y/f/m.

He immediately smiled.

"I've always wanted a pen pal." He wrote his number down on a piece of paper.

A few moments later you were standing in the front row.

C/n's hand intertwined with yours, a little tight.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

He pouted.

"Oh... Is little c/n jealous?" You teased him.

In seconds, the lights went off, causing all the girls in the crowd to scream a deafening scream.

You just smiled.

Y/f/m walked into the center of the stage (or wherever they usually go) and did their thing.

You sang along to every single song they played.

At the end of the concert, your voice was gone.

You were unable to speak. Your voice was raspy and it hurt.

All your friends wouldn't stop laughing at you.

You all finally returned to your hotel and you cuddled up next to c/n.

"I love you." He told you.

"I..." You coughed. "love you too."

A/n: honestly this is concert goals.

Amanda xx