​​​​​​​Pairing: Reader's Choice x Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None

Author's Note: This is my last bandom bingo​ fic for the first round! Which means that requests will finally be opening again soon! More information on that coming later this week. I hope you enjoy this one :)

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"I couldn't have been imagining that," you said as you stirred your straw around your drink. "I mean, he was definitely looking at me a lot, right?"

Your friend nodded emphatically as they took a long sip of their drink. The ice clinked against the edge of the glass as they set it back down on the bar.

"I told you, you should have tried to talk to him after the show."

"Yeah, like that would have happened," you laughed. "What was I supposed to say to the security guard? 'Hey, I think one of the guys from the band and I were making a lot of eye contact. Can I talk to him?'"

Your friend snorted as they laughed. "I think it would have worked."

"Totally."

You pulled your straw towards your lips and took a long drink, thinking over all the possibilities that could have happened tonight. What if you had gone up and tried to talk to him? Where would you be right now?

"Hey, look!" your friend said, kicking you in the shin to get your attention.

"Ow! What?"

"Turn around!" they whispered.

You snuck a glance over your shoulder in the direction they were looking. Your jaw immediately dropped as you recognized the guys walking into the bar. They were now wearing hoodies instead of the tank tops they had worn earlier in the night. You wanted to turn back to your friend, but your eyes were glued to him. He looked in your direction, locking eyes with you for a moment before you finally got nervous and turned back to your friend.

"What are the odds of that?" you asked, adjusting your shirt where it had slipped a little too far down your shoulder.

"You have to talk to him!"

"No way. Do you see all the people he's with? I'll be turned away before I even get within a few feet of him."

"Then slide him a napkin with your number or something! Come on, Y/N, you two were definitely making eyes at one another and now he's here! Fate doesn't get much clearer than that."

You started to stir your straw around again. "Yeah, or maybe we just happen to be at one of the most popular bars in town after a concert."

"Wait a second! This looks promising."

"What does?" you asked, turning in the direction they were looking.

You watched as your dream guy slid past a few of his friends and started to walk in your direction. Your friend practically started vibrating in their seat.

"He's probably just getting a drink," you said, keeping your voice low. "We are sitting at the literal bar."

"He was definitely looking at you before he- nevermind, here he comes!"

"What do I do?" you mouthed to your friend, but they simply put on their winning smile.

"Excuse me?"

A chill ran down your spine. After taking a moment to compose yourself and wipe the scared expression off your face, you turned to face him. Seeing him up close was enough to literally take your breath away.

"Hi," you coughed.

"Hi," he smiled. "I was just wondering, um, you look really familiar. Have we met?"

"Not formally, but I was at your show tonight."

"Right! You were in the crowd. I thought I recognized you."

"Yeah, that was me!" you smiled. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Y/N," he repeated with a nod. "Nice to meet you, I'm-"

You held up a hand, "You don't need to introduce yourself, I know who you are."

This earned a laugh from him. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to him, like you had already known him for a lifetime. Your friend took notice of this and quietly slipped away from the conversation.

"So, Y/N," he said, casually sliding into your friend's now empty seat. "Come here often?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes at his cheesy line. "Yes, actually. My friends and I come here a couple times a month, if not more for birthdays and stuff. It's one of the nicest bars in town, plus they have killer french fries."

His eyebrows raised, "Do they?"

You nodded and took a sip of your drink. He raised a hand, catching the attention of the bartender, and asked for a basket of fries. You noticed part of his tattoo peek out from under his sleeve as he did so.

"You won't be disappointed. Guaranteed."

"Guaranteed? I like the sound of that."

Conversation continued to flow naturally after that. He told you all about tour life and making music with his best friend, while you told him all about the ins and outs of your daily life. You were surprised by how much interest he showed even in the most mundane parts. Of course, there were also plenty of flirtatious jokes and elbow bumps thrown in along with it.

"Alright, it's getting late and I think my friends want to get out of here soon," he said, starting to dig around in his pocket. "It was really nice talking to you, Y/N."

"You too," you smiled, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face.

He finally got what he was looking for out of his pocket - a Sharpie - and grabbed a nearby napkin. You watched as he hastily scribbled down his name and a phone number beneath it.

"I hope I get to talk to you again soon," he grinned as he passed the folded napkin to you.

He pulled you into a quick hug before walking off to join his friends again. You sat frozen in place, still holding the napkin in your hand and trying to process everything that had happened over the last two hours. Any minute now, you were ready to wake up and realize that the entire thing had been some kind of crazy, wonderful dream.

"Please tell me that's what I think it is," your friend said, suddenly appearing out of thin air.

"Am I dreaming?"

Your friend answered you by pinching your arm, making you squeal.

"Not dreaming," they grinned.

"That really just happened. I really have his number."

"Yes!"

"We need to get home before I pass out," you laughed.

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You were still in shock when you finally arrived home, still holding the napkin tightly in one hand so that you didn't risk losing it. As soon as your shoes were off, you collapsed onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

"There's no way I'm special. That has to be something that he does in every city."

"I don't know, Y/N, he doesn't really seem like the type."

"There's just no way! Shouldn't he be dating someone already? I mean have you seen him? Why me?"

"Because you're hot, Y/N!"

You rolled off the couch and started to pace the length of the living room, needing something to match the speed of your racing thoughts. Your friend's eyes followed you as you moved back and forth, back and forth.

"I just don't understand."

"You don't need to understand! All you need is his number, which you have!"

"I just can't picture it. Me? Dating him? I have to be dreaming."

"We've already established that this is reality."

"It can't be!"

Your friend finally stood up and intercepted you, placing their hands firmly on your shoulders.

"Y/N. You have his number. This isn't a dream. Now would you stop freaking out and just enjoy the fact that tonight happened? You had an experience that some people would die for."

"You're right," you nodded. "I need to stop worrying about the hypotheticals and focus on reality, as unrealistic as that reality may seem."

Your friend's eyebrows furrowed, but they were smiling. "Yes. I think."

You finally sat back down on the couch and kicked your feet up onto the coffee table. Your heart started to race just thinking about all the things that had happened tonight, from the first minutes of the concert to the hug that the two of you had shared.

It had been perfect.