You'd always heard of people entering random competitions and actually winning, but for some reason you'd always been somewhat wary.

When you'd heard about a radio contest about Louis Tomlinson you had been tempted to enter.

The contest stated that all participants had to sing the chorus of Louis' new song 'Don't Let It Break Your Heart' and whoever was thought to be the best would win.

You eventually decided to enter when you found out that the winner would get a front row ticket to Louis' first show of his headlining tour along with a backstage tour from Louis.

You just knew that you couldn't pass it up – you weren't the best singer by any means, but you could get by.

It had been a couple of weeks since you'd entered, and you knew that the show wasn't for another few months, but you had convinced yourself that you hadn't won.

Needless to say, you weren't expected the congratulations email from the radio station when you opened your email that morning.

You couldn't quite contain your excitement at the fact that you were going to meet one of your favourite artists – you just didn't want to faint in front of him.

Over the next few months leading up to the show you hadn't looked forward to something so much before.

You were going to the show by yourself which you didn't usually do but you knew you'd be there quite early, so you weren't too worried about the crowds.

When getting ready for the show you had tried your best to look nice but not look too much like a fangirl – you'd ended up choosing some ripped jeans, a nice cropped t-shirt and your favourite pair of trainers.

You walked up to the backstage entrance, expecting to see some other people there for the backstage tour too but it was only you.

Only a couple of minutes after you'd knocked on the door a security man appeared.

He smiled gently at you which was a contrast to his rather intimidating demeanour.

"Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" he questioned.

You nodded, returning his smile. "I'm not late, am I? It's just that no one else is here and I don't think I got the wrong time or anything like that."

He chuckled as he shook his head. "You're the only one here Miss Y/L/N, it was Mr Tomlinson's decision."

"Come on Andy," a voice from behind the security guard stated. "How many times have I told you to call me Louis."

The man who you now presumed to be Andy sighed and turned around, still holding the door open for you. "Sorry Louis, force of habit."

Louis laughed and then took Andy's place at the door, shooting you a rather perfect smile. "You must be Y/N."

"And you're obviously Louis."

He chuckled at your comment. "You sound fun."

You shrugged. "You get me for an evening so might as well not be boring."

"I bet you're anything but boring love."

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Written by Hannah.

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