Imagine your boyfriend Nathan Sykes has just landed you tickets to see your favourite band, (excluding The Wanted of course!) One Direction. ‘I’m so excited!’ you squeal as you make your way up the steps to the VIP box you have tickets for. ‘Strangely I am too. I’m ready to fangirl!’ he squeals making you giggle. You get to your seat and plonk yourself down beside Nathan. ‘Who knew there was so many steps in the O2?’ he asks sighing. ‘Looks like we just got here in time!’ you laugh as the lights go out. You recognise the opening bars of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ and before long the boys appear on stage. Both you and Nathan begin jumping on the stop in time to the music. Your hair is flying everywhere but you don’t care because you’re happy and with Nathan. ‘Thank you!’ you scream so he hears you. ‘You’re welcome’ he mouths back. When the song finishes you take your seats. Accidently you bump heads. ‘Sorry’ you whisper. ‘No, I’m sorry’ he whispers back. He leans in slowly as he bits his lip. Your lips crash against his, causing fireworks to explode in your stomach.
