"Look at all these kids" your friend sniggered as you both approached the arena. It loomed up, big and ugly against the early evening sky. Crowds of girls were gathering in front of you, waiting impatiently. Some were writing notes on the brick wall by the side of the road. "WE LOVE YOU 5SOS" seemed to be a theme. Your friend laughed as you accidently bumped into a young girl who swore violently at you. "Since when did teenagers get so angry..."
"Oh I don't know Y/N, you're basically an old woman before your time anyway." your friend laughed again. Casually hitting her arm, you grinned inside. You were passing the tour bus were the boys would be chilling before the gig. "Hey, do you think they'd see us and decide to marry us on the spot?" Your friend joked, winking at you as she flipped her hair out of her eyes. You had spent an hour doing her makeup and she looked hot. Purple smoked out eyeliner, shorts and a sexy top, she looked fuckable. You ran a hand through your long hair, tousling it in vain, in cause someone decided to notice you. "Of course love, I mean, Have you seen us?!"
BIRMINGHAM!" Luke murmured seductively into the microphone. "HOW ARE WE DOING TONIGHT?" Everyone around you was on their feet, screaming in appreciation. Your friend next to you was bouncing up and down erratically, laughing and screaming. You had spent nearly a months wages on getting seats as close to the front as possible with out being in the very tame mosh pit. First row of seats, you were surrounded by other die hard fans. You grinned and screamed in appreciation along with everyone else. "Ashton, I think they're happy to see us, don't you?" Luke asked, looking back at the drummer with his eyes, before turning them back to the audience. Your heart leapt into your mouth. You had fancied the buff Australian ever since you had first started listening to the band. Ashton let out a throaty chuckle and grinned, looking directly into the camera's on stage. His face filled the floor to ceiling screens. "I think they may be." Mikey's face came on to replace the drummer. "Birmingham, who else is feeling hot and sweaty tonight?!" The crowd rawed in appreciation and you cheered with them. You were wearing a shortish black mini dress with a lace up front. Deciding to go for slight class rather than slutty or casual, you felt the sweat already causing your dress to stick to your chest. Pulling it away from you, you blew on your breasts to cool yourself down. Your friend jabbed you sharply in the ribs, making an erratic, fan girl noise. You looked at her, before turning your gaze to the stage again. Ashton, who was standing next to Luke, sticks in his hands, had his face turned in your direction. Your stomach dropped and you felt your knees go irrationally weak. Your fingers still twisted in the fabric of your dress, you felt your eyes lock with his. Your breath caught in your chest. You could vaguely hear Mikey say "Whose feeling excited and sweaty!?" everyone around you screamed even louder. You couldn't hear them, your eyes were locked with Ashtons'. A few girls in the mosh pit in front turned to see what, or more accurately, whom he was looking at. Your face began to burn. You couldn't even tell if he was looking at you directly, he could be looking at someone behind you for all you knew. You glanced over your shoulder, but were faced with screaming girls. You turned your head back to him. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, like he was laughing at some private joke. He wasn't in his usual attire of a checkered shirt, instead favouring a vest top with painted on suspenders instead. His hair was longer than in previous photos. He leant close to Lukes' face and said, with a slight huskiness to his voice. "Whose feeling Naughty and Sweaty?" You felt your knees give way and you sat back in your seat while everyone around you started screaming even louder