You were scrolling down on your phone while waiting among the crowd of fans. You sighed heavily and gazed though your eyelashes at a young skinny girl who was almost hyperventilating at the idea of meeting her idol. You rolled your eyes and looked back down to your cellphone as it vibrated in your hand.

(Your cousin's name): Hey cous! How is it going? Can u see him already?

You smirked slightly as you read the text from your cousin. She was what you could call a real crazy fangirl but only for one man, one actor: Norman Reedus.

(Y/N): Nope, still in the queue, waiting. I feel like an alien here. Jeez, all these girls are ready to throw their panties at this guy's face! 🙄

You answered rapidly while walking slowly in the waiting queue. Your cousin had been ecstatic about the San Diego Comic-Con since she got her ticket months ago. She couldn't stop talking about it and her obsession over The Walking Dead actor was at its peak. You weren't really complaining because it was fun to see her happy and acting crazy but also because you could understand why she liked the man. He was a great actor, you couldn't deny it but some things were disturbing you about him. He seemed to be nice and to be really devoted to his fans but you couldn't help but see him as a childish man who was only interested in models and who was desperately trying to be funny. All these young girls were trying to get his attention and they were even ready to become anorexic in order to please him. That was getting on your nerves while observing the chaos of excitement around you.

Indeed, you were happy for your younger cousin and you definitely preferred her to be obsessed with the actor and to spend hours watching episodes of The Walking Dead than spending her nights drinking in a club.

(Your cousin's name): Oh come on girl!! He's dreamy, admit it! I would throw my panties at him if I could get up of this freaking bed! 🤒

Your cousin answered. You chuckled to yourself and stuck a loosen piece of (y/h/c) hair behind your ear before answering.

(Y/N): I know sweetie... Don't worry I'll tell him and I already have the pic u wanted signed in my hands. I got your back girly 😉

As soon as you sent the text, your cousin answered to thank you over and over, making you chuckle again and you put your phone away in your bag after telling her to rest and heal quickly. You waited and waited and waited in the queue, going slowly crazy and getting more and more irritated as the time passed. You looked down at the picture of Norman your cousin had given you for the hundredth time over the past few hours. The dark-haired man was wearing a tight blue t-shirt, stuck in his tight dark jeans. He was holding one of the shirt's sleeve, bringing it up a little to show off his muscles.

You had to admit that 'he was dreamy' like your cousin had said but he was a famous guy, probably full of himself and using his fame to get some girls in his bed. You sighed and let your hand drop to your side as you looked back up at the crowd. Maybe you were too reluctant and maybe you had too many stereotypes about famous people but you couldn't help but be wary of them.

You didn't know that Norman was genuinely nice to his fans, you didn't know that he was here because he wanted to, because he felt thankful for the insane support his fans gave him.

You were only here for your cousin.

"This picture is so hot! You chose the perfect one!"

A voice broke you away from your daze, it was the skinny girl before you. She was looking at you with a bright smile on her lips. You looked at her then back at the picture that was hanging loose in you right hand.

"Oh! The picture! Yes, yes it's a good one. Well... Actually I don't really know. It's my little cousin who chose it. She's ill so I came for her."

You said rather uncomfortable while watching the girl nod repeatedly. Her friends were apparently listening to you now. You analyzed their clothes, an inscription attracting your eyes. Their black T-shirts had white wings on the back and the sentence 'Daryl Dixon's Angels' was printed in white on the front. You smiled at their choice of clothing, you actually liked the shirt. They were courageous to openly express their fandom like that.

"That's so sweet of you!"

The skinny girl said and laid her hand on your arm. You smiled a bit more uncomfortable before shrugging your shoulders. What could you answer that statement? You didn't know the girl after all. The skinny fangirl then turned around and squealed suddenly. You jumped, surprised by this sudden switch. After a second, the other fangirls went crazy and squealed with the first one. You looked around, a bit disoriented when the skinny girl turned and screamed at you, jumping up and down.

"It's him! Look! We can see him!"

It took you a couple of seconds to understand but when you looked up in the crowd and saw that you had almost reach Norman's table, you understood her excitement.

"Oh! Finally!"

You sighed out of relief. This convention was slowly starting to kill you from inside. Yes, you weren't the social type of girl.

You observed Norman from your place in the queue. The man was smiling at each fan, giving hugs, autographs, taking pictures with the fans and even having small talks with them. He seemed nice and Dear Lord was he handsome! You shook your head trying to keep your thoughts and mind straight and smiled as you watched group of 'Daryl Dixon's Angels' approach the table. They were all blushing, one was so shy that she couldn't even talk but Norman staid sweet and nice with each one. He even laughed when the skinny girl asked him to marry her. You chuckled and shook your head as you tried to stay calm. You heard him call the girls soft nicknames such as 'sweetheart', 'honey', 'sweetie' and some others and you knew that it would trigger your temper.

Soon after, the guard at the top of the queue told you to walk forward.

It was your turn.

You took a deep breath in and out, walked calmly towards the table and towards the the actor. He was wearing a jean shirt, rolled up to his elbows. A black tie was hanging loose around his neck and he wore a cap that -you had to admit- made him look good. You licked your lips, a bit nervous. Not because of the man before you or because of his intense blue stare but because of the possibility of you blowing up on him.

"Well hello miss, what's your name?"

You heard Norman's raspy but sweet voice ask you. You smiled nervously but answered with a calm voice.

"(Y/N), it's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine. Do you want me to sign this picture for you?"

He asked, still really politely and with a soft smile on his lips. You smiled back, it wasn't that bad after all. You nodded and handed him the picture.

"It's actually for my cousin. She's ill and couldn't get out of bed to meet you. She's extremely sad about it because she was so happy to finally meet you. Can you sign it for her? Her name is (your cousin's name)."

Norman listened to you with interest then nodded his head in agreement.

"Sure thing sweetheart, I can do that and I'll have something signed for you too."

Your smile dropped when you heard the nickname, you took a big breath in and tried to keep your little speech for yourself. What you didn't know was that from the other side of the table Norman was in awe. He saw you waiting in the queue behind the group of crazy fangirls, he saw you calm and sweet, not even taking pictures. In his eyes, you were different. A good different. As soon as he heard your voice he knew that he was attracted to you but you couldn't know that the man was nervous to have you before him. You didn't know that he felt attracted to you so when you heard him call you 'sweetheart' once more you blew up.

Your cheeks were flushed and your breath was laborious, you had to say something and then run away quickly. As Norman looked up at you with a soft smile you couldn't help it anymore.

"Okay listen man. You're a great actor, I can give you credits for that and I have to admit it but otherwise, you're just a childish prick who think he's something. Maybe you don't even know it but you make young girls anorexic because only models seem to please you. The only reason why I'm wasting my free day off by meeting you is for my cousin who's sick! So stop your sweet act with me, I'm not as blind as the others."

You didn't have the time to see his surprised and horrified face as you bolted out of the huge hall. Your heart was beating hard against your chest and your hands were squeezed into fists. You heard the gasps of the other fans behind you and Norman's voice calling you but you never stop. You ran out of the convention, taking big breath in and out, counting each time in your head to calm down.

After a while, you composed yourself and walked towards your car in the huge parking lots, cussing with every step you took. What was his problem? The man was gorgeous, yes but nothing gave him the right to be... Sweet? Suddenly, you felt bad about your reaction. What exactly could you blame him for? Being nice? No! For you he wasn't truly nice, it was simply an act. He didn't care.

You shook your head and harshly opened your car's door. You plopped down on the driver seat and closed the door with force. After a few second of staying silent in the seat, you gripped the steering wheel tightly in your hands and brought your head down on the center. You groaned out in anger and cussed as realization hit you.

"Fuck!! The autograph!!"

You hit your head several times on the steering wheel, feeling stupid and so bad for your cousin.

"I'm so stupid! God! She's going to kill me!"

You whined like a kid. You ran the palm of your hands over your face in exasperation then decided to drove back to your hotel room. You couldn't go back in there after what had happened so you decided to go back home and emptied the content of the minibar before going to sleep all day long.

At his table, Norman was still in a shock state. He met his fans a bit more absently, his mind focused on the mysterious beauty who blew up on him. He didn't know why but he couldn't help but think: 'Oh my God... Am I in love?' When the girl ranted about him being an horrible person. She was courageous and absolutely not like the other fans.

This girl was something else and he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know why she hated him so much and -last but not least- he wanted to show her that he wasn't a bad person. He wanted to impress her and to prove her wrong.

Norman smiled down at the picture he had signed for her. 'Maybe we will meet again? Who knows?' He thought.

Norman looked in the crowd before him in search of your (y/e/c) eyes but in vain.

What would he give to meet you again.

The girl with a short temper and beautiful eyes.

(Y/N).