inlovehoodx:

but imagine trying to get calum’s attention to make him realise that you’re different, that you’re more than just another girl trying to get out of the fanzone. you’d avoid going to airports and hotels, thinking you’d probably invide his privacy and seem creepy, - but then again this would be the only chance to meet him these days. his band is becoming more and more successful and you’re getting more and more frustrated, not being able to move on, thinking that if you just get with him one time you’d be able to get back to having a real life, a real boyfriend and a life beside going to gigs and trying to get the bassist to like you as much as you like him.

so you’d always try to get good tickets, thinking that being in the standing might be a good thing and knowing you’re one of the taller girls (which gives you a bigger chance of standing out) & you’d always be in the back, having enough space to leave the pit to get a drink and have enough space to dance along with your friends. you’ve attended so many gigs, always thinking that something might happen. calum would always see you. there’d be nights where he’d look at you all the time and other nights where he’d look at you twice, if you’re lucky, and just focus on the people sitting in the upper trier or looking down at his bass, trying to get the chords right.
you’d think that there’s no point, even though your friends telling you that he saw you, that he looked at you. you’d always get your hopes up, thinking that he’d send out his security during the encore, trying to get your number. just at the last gig you’ve attended you felt like you and calum’s eyes met a couple of times and he’d never look away nor would you. you’ve been looking around for security who might come to you, tap your shoulder and tell you that you’ve caught the basisst’s eye but it just didn’t happen.

so you told yourself to try and move on, calum being way out of your league, - until you’d attend the last concert in your country, not putting much effort into your make-up, hair & clothing. (thinking about all the times you’ve bought cute tops or dresses before you’d go to one concert, trying to impress him with something blue, knowing he really likes this colour) 
tonight though, you couldn’t be bothered much and only got one drink instead of a round of beer’s with your friends. you stood in the back, as always, watching all the fans at the front getting so so into it whilst you’d just sing along a little bit, trying to avoid to look up and see calum but you just couldn’t keep your head down, feeling his eyes on you. every time your eyes met you’d look away and he’d notice your friends trying to get you to dance but you just couldn’t be bothered. you were tired. tired of trying. you knew that you’re not that ugly and you knew that you could treat him so fucking good and he just wouldn’t realise. during the first encore you’d get your phone out, knowing they’d come out to sing a slow song and knowing calum would ask the crowd to get their lighters/phones out but then you’d feel someone actually grabbing your shoulder, thinking it would be one of your friends, saying hi to you quickly because they couldn’t get a hold of standing tickets and sat in the inner floor instead but as you turned around you’d look up at a tall, muscular man. tattoo’s all over his arms, looking at you really seriously and telling you that one of the boys asked for your number. without even realising what the head of security said nor asking who might want your number you grabbed the pen he was holding out for you and scrabbled your number on the small piece of paper just to get a text after the concert saying “you’ve been waiting for so long. thanks for not giving up on me. it took me quite a while.” and you’d immediately know it’s calum, finally coming to his senses and realising what he’s been missing and knowing that you’re different, that you wouldn’t want to get with him because of his fame or his looks. so you’d be texting all night and texting would led to facetiming and facetiming led to him inviting you to other gigs, putting you on the guestlist so you could get backstage and hang out with him but hanging out with him would led to gentle touches and gentle touches would led to realisations that you’re just fucking meant to be.