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Counting Stars

(This imagine is not made by me. This imagine is from Tumblr. All credit goes to Harryzalmighty on Tumblr.... Hope you like it) Anywhore, this is for all you sex-crazed fan girls and fanboys. Love yall. Here you go...

If the moon was shining I couldn’t tell. The LED lights shining all over the place, different colors everywhere, made it hard to even tell if it was night time. I was sure it was though, just as I was sure my feet were killing me from standing on them for hours and hours. It was all worth it though. I got the chance to go to Warped Tour and I’m so glad I didn’t let it pass by. Everyone was looking at me so weird though. Maybe it was because I didn’t resemble “someone who listens to this type of music” well news flash for them, this music is the music I blast at my house, in my car, everywhere. It’s like I had a sign on over my clothes or something.

“God I can’t take it anymore.” I whined, bending down to take off my shoes.

“What?” My friend asked, then realizing I was taking off my shoes. “Oh don’t do that right here, let’s go on the side of the stage.”

There weren’t that many people on the side of the stage, so I was able to sit and remove my shoes. “Ugh, why do my feet hurt so bad…” I groaned, massaging them. My friend sat beside me and we waited for the next band to take the stage. While we were sitting there, a group of guys walked past, having the same idea that we did and taking a seat on the ground next to us.

“What brings you boys out here?” I asked.

“Tired. Tired brings us out here.” A tall one with blonde hair replied. I analyzed all four of them. They all were pretty attractive, but one in particular caught my eye. He was kind of tall, not as tall as the blonde one though, he sort-of wavy hair that parted to the side and the cutest grin, with dimples adorning his cheeks.

“I know the feeling. My feet are killing me.” I told him, rubbing my feet some more.

“What’s someone like you doing out at a place like this anyway?” The one I found cute asked. Here we go again… I thought. Might as well flirt a bit right?

“Well, you don’t look that punk rock either mister.” I retorted, seeing him smirk in return. The other boys laughed and I saw him blush.

Surprisingly, we spent the rest of the concert with those boys. I learned that they were in a punk-rock band and I found out that the one I liked was named Ashton and he played the drums. They invited us back to the house they were staying at for pizza and there was no way we were turning that down. Throughout the whole night I kept trying to get close to Ashton, as close as I could without making things too weird. These boys were actually really cool and so far we were having a great time.

Ding-dong… The doorbell rang, signaling the pizza was here. Michael handed him the money, then jogged back in the living room with two boxes of pizza, which we finished very quickly. We sat talking and I felt my mouth get dry. I tried taking a sip of my drink, but then found that it was empty.

“Um, can I have another drink?” I asked, looking straight for Ashton, who lifted his head at the sound of my voice. He nodded, standing up and taking my drink out of my hands. The entire night I grew more and more attracted to him. God, his bicep and the way he talked. How he touched his sideburns during a conversation and then rested his hand on the back of his neck. And not to mention his smile, his smile made me smile throughout the night. God, I had to have been losing my mind. I just met the kid, how could I have been so attracted to him so soon. God, but his biceps.

I quickly got up, acting on impulse to stop my thoughts from running around anymore. I walked into the kitchen seeing him pouring more pop into my glass. He noticed I was there and lifted his head to smile at me. “Thanks.” I said, taking my glass out of his hands. I took a sip—no I chugged it, my thoughts were running wild it made my heart beat fast and my palms get clammy. Ashton noticed and laughed at me, I suddenly felt stupid and a blush rose to my cheeks. I chuckled, setting down my glass.