Mason… was a famous boy from San Diego.

He was in high school, and in a band.

It was hard juggling school, band practice, and shows.

So, one night, he went to a rock show of a local band just to relax for one night without having to be the performer.

And that’s when… he met you.

You were at the rock show, near him in the overly-crowded mosh pit thing.

No one could move… but if Mason did, he’d go closer to you. Inch by inch. Until you nearly could’ve been pushed together.

Some of his friends noticed how he wanted to get close to you.

You looked like one of those girls his mother said to stay away from.

Wild hair, definitely didn’t care about grades, probably snuck out to the show since you didn’t have any friends around you… but woah.

Mason was infatuated.

Some of his friends were laughing at him, nudging him towards you.

“I dare you to talk to her.” Jack said to Mason.

“What!? I’m not doing that-“ Mason said, quiet, not exactly wanting you to hear. He didn’t want you to think he was weird.

“Come on Mason! You’ll never see her again! Just do it!” zayn said.

Mason thought about it for a second… then ended up getting the courage to atleast say hi.

he waited for it to be cool, when the beat dropped and everyone started jumping, he just gave you a subtle smile as he found a place beside you.

“Hey” he said simply, the epitome of nonchalant.

inside? He was a mess. Nervous, scared, this was worse than getting on stage.