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39. Security won't let you in

Ashton:

"Chill Ash, I'm literally waking down the street. I'll be there in a few, relax." You hang up on your worrisome boyfriend and concentrate on blending in with the crowds of fans around you. As much as you love them, some of them have divided opinions on you. In a way it comes with the job, you suppose, but that doesn't mean you always have to greet them.

Finally you finish the walk to the stadium and disappear around the side of the large building. Your heart surges with pride and you marvel for moment at what all the boys have achieved. The moment passes after you hear the loud laughter of fans. Concentrate on getting in, Y/N...

You knock loudly on the door and rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. You sigh and knock. Again. You can hear voices on the other side of the door and can only assume whoever's guarding the door is ignoring you. "Hey, can you let me in?!" You shout at the door and hear muttering from the other side before finally, finally getting a response.

"No fans allowed backstage, sorry love. You'll have to go through the front like everyone else." You stamp your foot on the ground and roll your eyes. "Seriously? I'm Ashton's girlfriend Y/N and I left about half an hour to find chocolate at the store. Now I'm back and I need you to let me in or I'm going to miss the concert." You explain slowly and acutely.

"Sugar, if I told you how many times I've heard that one you would not believe me. Go around the front before I'm forced to physically move you. This door is for the crew only and has to be clear at all times and if you font move there's going to be trouble." He threatens and you shake your head grimly. "Fine! Be a jerk! I'll be through that door in two seconds." You pull out your phone and move away from the door for a moment, calling your boyfriend.

"Y/N? Where are you?" His confused voice comes through the speaker and you glance around, spotting a giant letter. "I'm by the door, letter H door and the jerk security guy won't let me in." You vent angrily. "I'm coming to get you, two minutes. What did he say?"

"He threatened to physically remove me if I didn't leave. I think he thought I was a fan or something." Knowing your boyfriend and his morals, you're pretty sure this will get him annoyed- if he isn't already. You certainly are. How dare anybody speak to someone like that? You know for a fact that that door is not a door for the 'crew', it's a door for the catering trucks when they visit. And 'physically remove' you? You're pretty sure they're not allowed to touch you unless you pose a threat which you were not doing.

The door is pushed open and you sigh. "Finally, oh my goodness I've been out here for ages! And it's so bloody cold." You grumble and walk into your boyfriend's waiting embrace. "Where's tough guy?" You ask, glancing around to see the security guy's seemingly disappeared. "I politely asked him to leave." Ashton says firmly and you look up at him, slightly shocked. "Wait, you did?"

"Of course I did! He was rude to you, threatened you and didn't let you in even though I specifically asked him to. Now come on, we're gonna miss the show." You roll your eyes and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. "Hurry, drummer boy, don't miss your show." You shove him and start racing towards the stage, him on your tail. In the end he makes it just in time, sliding in with the guys just before they were due on stage. You sigh and shake your head from your position to the far side of the stage. Typical Ashton, lovable but also late for everything.

Michael:

You're surprising your boyfriend and his band on their sell-out tour. Because you couldn't plan it with any of them, you had to resort to planning your visit with the stylist and his assistant. Not exactly great but you'd have taken anything to see Michael and your friends again. And surprises have always been fun for you.