(THIS ONE IS REALLY BAD, I'M SORRY. I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK, ESPECIALLY WITH THE ENDING)

You look around the stadium in awe as you make your way to your seat for the Ed Sheeran concert. You couldn't believe that so many people could gather together just to see a single man sing his heart out. It was amazing, really.

Your seat was on the floor, just a few rows back from the stage and you couldn't believe your luck. That is, until a grumbling blond makes his way to his seat and sits down beside you.

"I can't fucking believe this."

"So fucking stupid."

"How could she do this to me?"

The opening act, a band you don't know, was barely into their second song and this guy was already starting to piss you off. "Hey!" you snap at him. "If you're going to complain this whole time, leave. Some people actually want to enjoy the concert."

To your surprise, the man looks at you and his angry look is quickly replaced with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry," he says, surprising you even further. "It's just that..nevermind."

"What's the matter?" you ask the man. For some reason, you were intrigued,

"It's just that...well, I bought these tickets for my girlfriend and I over six months ago. But just two weeks ago, I caught her cheating on me with one of my best mates. So I sold her ticket and broke up with her. And...well..." for some reason, he smirks.

"What?" you ask him.

"Well, it just so happens that you're sitting in what was supposed to be her seat," he snickers. "I hope you enjoy the concert."

You laugh. For some reason, you find the story incredibly funny. "Well, thank you for the tickets!" you exclaim. No wonder you had lucked out so much, getting floor seats so late at such a cheap price.

He laughs. "Niall Horan," he smiles and sticks his hand out.

You return the smile and take his hand. "Zoe Kuylen."

"Well Zoe," he chuckles, "so far, you've turns out to be a much better date."