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-Ames91091
A Night to Remember
Tom/OC, Georg/OC
An accidental encounter leads to a day she never would have imagined was even possible.
Lots of humour, definite steamy sex in the future, and a whirlwind romance not for the faint of heart.
Prologue -The Meeting
I'm late again,I thought to myself as I sped through the halls of the University. Professor King is going to KILL me! I can't believe getting a freaking hot dog would take so long.I sighed as I pushed my way through a group of high school girls checking out the college. It was easy to tell which ones were fresh, because they all had that look of awe and excitement in their eyes. That never lasted very long though, I know from experience. It took less than 2 weeks of my 3 and a half year experience here to realize that it's not all glamour and prestige. Thank god I only have 2 months left, although I'm not sure I'll even make it through today if I don't get to class.I was practically running now in my desperation. It really wouldn't be such a big deal if I had a normal teacher. Unfortunately for me my teacher is as far from normal as you can get. Don't get me wrong, he is one of the best teachers I've ever had, but Mr. King and lateness mix just about as well as maple syrup and cheese. I rolled my eyes at the thought and turned my head to look at the giant clock looming above the student information desk. 3 minutes and counting, I thought as I hurried forward. Unfortunately, while I was busy checking the time I failed to miss the person walking in front of me. WHOOSH. That would be the air leaving my lungs as I collided head first into what felt like a brick wall and proceeded to fall on my ass.
I looked up to start yelling at whoever it was for making me even later than I already was, and my breath caught in my throat. I was staring straight into the dark sunglasses of the bassist of Tokio Hotel. I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because there is no way in HELL that Georg Listing is at MY University. As I attempted to pull myself out of my thoughts I noticed said rock star holding a hand out to me. A quiet chuckle brought me fully back to reality as I stared up at the well formed hand. I must have been staring for quite a while because he seemed to get the idea I wouldn't be moving on my own any time soon. I started when I felt his encircle my wrist and haul me up. And then it hit me, I just crashed into him and let him help me up without uttering a single apology. I leaned towards him to say I was sorry, but stopped when he started pulling us towards a deserted corridor.
"Okay if you're going to start screaming, please do it as quietly as possible." He smirked as he said this and I realized he must have noticed the recognition on my face when I crashed into him. My brain functions completely back to normal, I smiled.
"Don't worry I'm not the screaming type, I am curious however about why you're at a university in Regina, Saskatchewan, we're not exactly the cream of the crop in Canada, if you know what I mean. Besides, I thought you guys were still in Germany doing your tour?" I asked.
"We finished our last concert a few days ago, and were asked to perform in Calgary, Regina and Toronto... as to why I'm HERE, well that I can't tell you." He still had that smirk on his face, and I noticed that his deep voice had less of an accent than I thought it would. I blushed as he spoke and I realized that I was having a normal conversation with a member of a FAMOUS BAND. God I feel like a high school girl drooling over the newest teen heart throb...although sadly that's probably not very far off the mark. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of my thoughts, and he stared at me curiously out of rich brown eyes. Wait, when had he taken his sunglasses off?
"Ah one of those 'If I tell you, I'd have to kill you' things eh?" I gestured in the direction of his face before continuing,
" ...And isn't it dangerous to walk around with those off? With no bodyguard to protect the goods and all?" I asked with a smirk of my own and a raised eyebrow.
"Well when I realized you weren't going to start screaming bloody murder I thought it might be alright" he smiled a genuine smile this time, and I realized that yet AGAIN I had forgotten to apologize.
I grimaced and rushed out my amends.
"I'm really sorry about crashing into you, I had a lot on my mind and wasn't paying attention at all and then you were there, and it was like crashing into a brick wall, and then my mind went blank for a bit because well... you are THE Georg Listing and-" I felt a finger on my lips as he cut me off, and it was then that I noticed there was something wrong with his face, he almost looked…constipated? I looked at him with concern and started to ask if he was alright when he started LAUGHING, and not just quiet chuckling, like real gut wrenching laughter. Suddenly, the ridiculousness of the situation caught up to me and I started laughing right along with him. I could feel the tears roll down my face and was trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down when I looked over at him again. He was standing there with an almost identical expression on his face, and I couldn't help but start up again. We must have been there, bent over laughing, for at least 5 minutes before we started to managed to quiet ourselves.
"My sides are killing me" I told him as I wiped the tears off my face. I glanced up then and noticed the clock.
"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit. I've got to go, I am SO late, King is going to MURDER me!" I started panicking and looking around for the book bag I must have dropped when I ran into Georg.
I spotted it on the ground about 3 feet away, and hurried towards it.
"What's your name?" I heard Georg ask and noticed him standing there looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Arianna; Arianna Jackson" I told him with a big grin on my face, happy that he wanted to know.
"Well Arianna Jackson, I happen to have an extra backstage pass on me and was wondering if you could find someone who might be able to use it?" He told me with that signature smirk on his face. I stared at him in disbelief for a second before running up to him and wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. When I realized what I was doing I blushed and let go immediately, but I couldn't help the smile that was still on my face.
"I'm sorry, I just, wow... I mean yes I do…know someone that would be interested," I finished lamely. I glanced up at him praying to god my idiocy hadn't made him change his mind. Luckily though, it wasn't a creeped out grimace that greeted me but a shit eating grin.
"Well it's yours then, I hope that person will have a good time" he winked at me and started walking away.
"Thank you so much!" I yelled after him before realizing that I was twenty minutes late and taking off for my classroom hoping to avoid the lecture I was sure to get... I didn't see the little half smile that appeared on Georg's face as I left.
TBC
**AUTHORS NOTE**
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