The Beginning

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"Calum what are you doing? Calum!"
The rest of the boys were distracted now, staring in confusion at the inquisitive boy, cautiously stepping down the stairs of the stage.
A bulky, broad security guy stepped in, grabbing Calum firmly by the waist, yet Calum swept him away with a clean swipe from his powerful, muscly arm.
He was squinting now. Really trying to work out if it was actually me. The fans started to screech as he approached the cool barrier I was holding onto, and my lungs crushed under the almighty pressure from the girls behind. Others began to get bored, clapping and whistling for more music. But all of this was hushed. As Calum took his last strides towards me. He delicately bent his microphone away from his mouth, bringing my head in close to his.
"I told you I'd see you."
His whisper echoed in my ear, whilst his warm breath flowed past my face. In awe that his sweaty palm was still placed heavily upon my waist I looked down at it.
"Oh, sorry." He stuttered quickly removing his hand.
I stared into his sweet, auburn eyes; as smooth as melted chocolate, "Oh it's fine. Actually I didn't even mind it." Helplessly a grin grew on each of our faces.
"I have to go. But I need to see you again." His face was stern now. Serious.
"Uh, after the show? By the main entrance." I was lost for words.
"At 12."
"I'll look out for you."
And then he turned and walked back onto stage, raising his hands to an enormous roar from all the waiting kids.

The rest of the night was magical, and I cheered louder than ever before. But I just couldn't wait for later. Every tune that flowed through my head reminded me of those few seconds of madness. After the crazy event I got a couple of confused gazes, and many more jealous. But all of my pride brushed away these meaningless, hateful feelings being aimed at me, because I knew that someone did care.
Calum Hood.
On the last crashing of Ashton's drums the lights plummeted to blackness, and the majority of the fans filtered out, leaving Lara and I and a small group of stragglers standing.
We both slammed onto the floor, giggling with excitement. For some reason we were really hyper, but my vocals chords just weren't having it. By halfway through the concert my voice had decided to perish under the pressure from screaming so loudly.
"That was so good!" I squeaked in a baby voice. I wasn't too shitfaced about partially loosing my voice; I didn't sound like an old hag that smoked 40 a day, more like a little girl that can hardly get her words out.
The drinks were starting to have an effect on me, and it was impossible to disguise the fact that Lara and I were just a little bit drunk.
"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, if you see a crocodile don't forget to scream. Ahhh!" We were at the stage of pissed where we had no control over our actions, but weren't quite falling on the floor yet.
I stumbled into  standing position, brushing any dirt from my jeans, and Lara and I made our way out of the arena. Hand in hand, and pissed as fuck.