"Oh my God, this is happening," You kept repeating to yourself, as you try to calm yourself down.
You were standing backstage, about to go onto the stage and meet Ellen, who was interviewing your favorite band, One Direction.
You were the lucky fan who won tickets online, and you convinced your mom to take you. She was sitting somewhere in the audience, clearly enjoying the show.
"...Come out (Y/N)," You hear Ellen say, as a staff member ushers you to the stage and music starts playing.
You cover your mouth to muffle your squeals, as tears fall down your eyes.
"Hey there," Niall says, as he extends his hand to you.
You generously take it and he pulls you to a hug, and you smiled because his hugs were really comfortable.
When Zayn reached to hug you, you couldn't help but stay a little longer in his arms, because you had a soft spot for him. He chuckled and rubbed your back, as you sniffed into his shoulder.
You blush furiously, as you sit in between Zayn and the armrest, brushing against his hand, which rested on his knee.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell them, (Y/N)?" Ellen asks, and a million words run into your head.
"I love you guys so much. Your music just," You start to say, feeling all your emotions at peak, as they all look at you, Zayn's wide grin making you smile back.
"It's so inspiring. When I feel like shit, you guys are there for me," You say, and they coo at your words.
"Sorry, mom!" You add, remembering she was in the audience, sending everyone laughing.
"So, guys, I wanted to show you something, done by (Y/N)," Ellen says, and you start to blush, knowing where it was going.
"No way!" You hear Harry exclaim, as Ellen hands them the papers which got you on the show.
You had drawn each of the members separately, with some phrases or quotes onto the side.
"You drew this?" Zayn asks, his eyes meeting yours, as his shoulder brushes against yours.
One was of him and the boys, but in a comic version, on stage.
The other was a full portrait of Zayn, more detailed, but the other half of his face was a lion.
You nod, staring at your hands, too shy to utter a word, as your papers were displayed onto the big screen for the audience.
"They're amazing, (Y/N)," Zayn says softly and your heart flutters at the way he says your name so smoothly.
"T-Thank you," You reply, and his smile sends you over the edge.
"Can we keep these?" Louis asks.
"Sure," You nod, unable to believe they liked your art.
You bury your face in your hands, after Ellen had called for a short break and the curtains closed.
"Are you alright, love?" You hear Zayn ask, as your breathing deepens, and you hear the faint sound of laughter from backstage.
"I'm fine. It's just a lot to take in," You admit, as you realize the rest of the band and Ellen had gone backstage.
You chuckle when you realize tears were falling from your eyes, Zayn staring at you bewildered.
"I really didn't want to cry, but it's just that," Your voice goes weak and you turn to look away.
"I've never met someone who appreciates something I do as much as you do," Zayn says, breaking the silence between you too, as staff members rushed around.
