Whisper in my Ear

Tyler's POV

It was a warm summer night and I was headbanging soulfully to "One Thing" at a One Direction concert. I was elbowing my way through shrieking, pre-pubescent girls to the front. I wanted to see the glowing beauty that was 1D. Finally I saw the gods before me. Their beauty radiated off my baby blue eyes. One of the fifths stood out more than the rest; Zayn. His luscious black hair all up in that mountainous beauty that is the quiff. His long, soft eyelashes. I wanted him to sit on my face and I was going to get my way orrkayy?

As they finally finished singing "Little Things" (pretty sure it was directed at me, just saying) I was determined to get backstage. I pushed my glasses up from the end of my nose to prepare for battle. I rolled up my new sweatpants and prepared for a blood bath. I ran over all the small children to the back stage and got to the door where a large burly body guard stopped me. I thought about it and I also wanted him to sit on my face but Zayn was my main priority at the moment.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said putting his hand out in a single ladies kind of way.

"Listen," I began to reason, "there is a man back there that is potentially meant to be with me and I won't know for sure until I ask him so kindly to sit on my face."

The body guard cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Also," I mumbled, running my hands through my perfectly sculpted hair, "it's kindof my birthday." It wasn't really my birthday but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

"I will an allow you an autograph," the body guard said, opening to door leading backstage.

This was my moment. My moment to get the man I have dreamed about since the X Factor auditions. I ran through everyone backstage, shoving Harry Styles into a speaker in the process. Finally I spotted the man of my dreams. I wasted no time and ran straight up to him.

"I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah," I whispered in his ear.

He looked deep into my eyes and I died a little bit inside.

"Tell me more," he sighed.

I began to recite the lyrics to Heart Attack because it's obviously about anal sex.

That's when he reached down and grabbed my philosophers stone (if ya know what I mean).

I let out a small squeak and he pulled away.

"I didn't say stop," I winked at him.

"How about we go into my dressing room?" Zayn gestured to a room in the back.

"Let's go."

He pulled me into his dressing room and quickly undressed himself. He began to undress me furiously when I heard a small rip. This bitch ripped my new sweats.

"Oh hell no," I yelled, "you did not just rip my new sweats. I got these today at Top Shop do you know how much these cost? 50 dollars! I am 500% done with your shit," I snapped.

I gathered my things and sashayed away.

The End