High school.

A weird time, to say the least. Unlike the majority, however, you quite enjoyed it. You found the classes easy (when you actually tried) and had a nice group of friends. You weren't a part of any sort of clique, or deemed popular, but you also weren't bullied or hated on in any way. You went through everyday with a chilled approach and people seemed to like you for it. Like anyone, you kept close with some people, and others had completely slipped your mind.

It had been 10 years since you left your High School. Aged just sixteen with a place at University, the world was at your feet. You went through four years at uni, studying Television Production and loving every second. You felt that you were cheating, that you needed to be hating some part of your life, but you just didn't. Like school, you had a secure group of friends at University that you spend a lot of time with, whether it be going out or just enjoying each other's company.

Since leaving uni you hadn't fell into a secure job, but instead worked through a company for the time being, picking up work experience on the side. Work experience was key and you looked forward to it every time an opportunity came up. The most exciting one by far had just been offered to you in an email, and you accepted quicker than you could read it. A four week training course working on a popular UK chat show, working in post-production and also as a runner for the guests. You couldn't believe your luck and informed them quickly of when you could start. They wanted you to start immediately.

*

It was your first day. You nervously walk into the studio and find the man who you've been exchanging emails with, who greets you kindly and directs you to where you'll be working most days.

'So, Y/N, we were really impressed with your application for the course. We want to incorporate two roles of television crew into your experience, firstly having you as a runner and then we will move you in with the editors to work on some post-production.' He explains.

'Awesome. Thank you so much.' You reply.

He directs you around the studio and gives you your schedule - a busy day, exciting nonetheless.

You start your day well, tending to people who you'd never heard of but enjoying it thoroughly. It wasn't until the afternoon when you were met with your first challenge that things started to get difficult. 

You were handed a slip of paper with tonight's guests, reading through a couple of names that felt familiar was exciting until you saw the penultimate guests: The 1975.

You had never listened to any of their songs by choice, you weren't a fan, but the name still gave you shivers. You had gone to high school with all four members of the band who now had made a serious name for themselves, they were famous, and you were going to have to see them again.

It's not like you had any trouble with any of them, they probably wouldn't even recognise you. You never mixed in with their group, they avoided the typical troubles of the cocky boys and their accompanying girlfriends, and instead locked themselves in the music rooms whenever possible. It was comforting to hear their voices and instruments as you walked through the corridors between periods. No one really paid attention to them back then. Now, however, they were a big deal and you could already sense the awkwardness, they weren't even at the studio yet.

An hour had passed and you had everything prepared. The universe decided it hated you and you were put as the first assistant to the entire band. You had to greet them, tend to their requests and guide them from dressing room to studio. You felt like quitting there and then.

'No, Y/N.' You tell yourself. 'Be brave.'

You take a deep breath as you are told that they have arrived. You place on your headset and make your way to the entrance.

You're greeted by four men, all in black, most of them towering over you. You mentally laugh, remembering how much smaller Matty was compared to the rest of the boys. You greet them with a small smile and begin to read off of your script that you imprinted in your brain, all about how excited the studio was to have them here and that you were at their disposal at any time.

The incredibly tall one who stunk of cigarettes blatantly ignored you, but you were used to it. You didn't even remember his name. Matty followed him but gave you a small nod, and afterwards a taller figure with a dark beard stopped before entering the dressing room.

'Thank you very much!' He practically shouts in your face.

'Ross Macdonald. I remember you.' You think to yourself. 

He was always kind to you, to everyone. Remembering Ross had triggered your memory and you put the name George Daniel to the ruder one. Again, exactly how you remembered him. Seemingly angry at the world, you didn't take it personally.

After Ross had past you, you went to head back to the main stage before being reminded that there was a fourth member, when he bumped into you after he failed to look up from his phone. You flick your eyes down to what he was looking at and you recognise it as your own Instagram page. Ensuring not to embarrass him you look up quickly and smile politely. 

'Thanks for all the help.' He says kindly before disappearing behind the door of the dressing room.

Adam Hann. Not a person you'd forget.

*

The band had been in your presence for around half an hour, and you were doing small jobs to ensure that they were ready for live television.

You had soon realised that you weren't recognised, other than possibly Adam, who you wanted to question as to why he was looking at your social media. 

You had grabbed them their requested drinks and were now spending some time fitting their microphones. You were sure to do George's first, knowing he'd stink of fags. You made sure to do Adam's last, so after fitting Ross' and Matty's you headed over to where he was sitting.

'Hey, can I fit your mic?' You ask.

He looks up from the book he's quickly flicking through, flustered.

'Oh, yep. Yeah no problem. Of course.' He rambles, but doesn't move.

You laugh. 'Could you... like, stand up?' You ask, smiling.

He quickly jumps up whilst apologising and lets you position his mic on his chest.

'Hey... Y/N? Is it actually you?' He mumbles.

'I was waiting for you to let me know that you recognised me!' You reply, confidently.

He looks up at laughs.

'You did catch me on your insta feed then.' 

'I did indeed. You need to be more subtle. Anyways, how are you? Hows your life now you're world famous?' You joke.

He shakes his head, laughing.

'Hardly. It is weird though, being known. I feel like the same boy that would spend hours in the music room trying to write the world's shittest songs. Apart from now people actually know my name.' He replies.

You spend ten minutes catching up on your lives, him surprisingly speaking more than you. He tells you stories of getting more known, hanging out with celebrities, going on massive tours and the crazy fan stories that accompanied them. It all sounded amazing, and completely different to the life you had lived.

After a while he pauses, as if he was practicing lines in his head. He blushes and wouldn't meet your eyes.

'Adam?' You question. 'You alright?'

He nervously chuckles and nods before meeting your eyes.

'Y/N, are you seeing anyone?' 

You instantly shake your head.

'Too fast.' You think to yourself. You haven't gotten this nervous around someone for a while and you felt that you were being too keen. 

He smiles and scratches the back of his head.

'Y/N, I'd like to take you out, if you want to. Seeing you again reminded me of everything I liked about you when we were at school, but back then I never had any guts to say anything.'

You feel your jaw drop as you're overwhelmed with a sense of shock. Adam Hann, The Adam Hann, had a crush on you in high school?

'Wow, you didn't make that obvious at all.' You reply. 'I'd love to go for a drink.'

He smiles at your reply and looks happy with himself. Your eyes lock onto each others and you feel lost in his gaze. His hand reaches up to your face and you can't help but let the inevitable happen.

Snapping you out of your moment, you get a buzz which notifies you that the artists must be ready to go on stage in 1 minute.

'I'm so sorry but we need to all go, follow me, we'll talk later.' You rant as you round up all the boys and rush down the winding corridors.

Luckily, you reach the destination on time and get the boys to where they're supposed to be efficiently. You give Adam a smile as they walk onto the stage and sit down in front of the crowd.

You occupy yourselves with other jobs as the boys are interviewed, Matty does most of the talking, as per usual. They spend around half an hour on stage before setting up for their live performance. You watch in awe as they completely transform into rockstars and begin to play their instruments. Adam in particular becomes a new version of himself, he seems so at home with his guitar and plays it perfectly. He appears so confident, you find it endearing. 

Adam seems to scan the room in search of someone before his eyes eventually land on yours. He gives you a confident smile and winks at you playfully. You blush as your coworker nudges you, reassuring you that you didn't make it up.

Before they can finish you're beckoned to their dressing room by their manager and asked to carry out a couple of simple jobs in order for them to be ready to go quickly after they get off stage. You happily agree. 

After finishing up you double check everything's finished before heading out the door, bumping into the boys as you near your workspace. You receive a couple of small smiles until you reach Adam, who stops, you guess he wants to speak again.

What you're met with is not what you expected however. Adam's eyes search the space around you and end up at a door labelled 'Costume Closet.' His breathing is quick from his fast-paced performance and he's hot and sweaty. He grabs your hand without saying a word and tries the door of the cupboard. 

It's open.

He pushes you both inside and, without turning on the lights, shoves you against the back of the door. His hands travel from your legs up to your waist, one finding itself on your cheek. Finally, he brings his face close to yours and your lips meet. It feels so right, so undeniably perfect yet so wrong. His beard scratches comfortably against your face, and your hands are in his hair. He moves his arms up so they're either side of your face as your lips move perfectly in sync with each other. You had never felt such a sense of euphoria and nothing had ever seemed so right, which was strange, you hadn't seen him in ten years but you felt more connected to him in this moment than you ever had with anyone.

He breaks the kiss to bury his face deep in your neck, sucking softly and leaving subtle bruises. You scratch at the back of his head, resulting in small moans leaving his mouth. He kisses your neck, jawline and cheek before returning back to your mouth. His warm hands travel from your face down to your hips, and finally to the zip of your trousers. He undoes them quickly. He plays with the side of your underwear, rushing a new sense of passion over you that you had never felt before. 

Just as his hands made their way into your underwear, you heard Ross' distinct voice behind the door you were pressed against.

'Yeah, Adam? He played guitar with the rest of us literally twenty minutes ago but he's gone. Jamie really wants to leave, we have to get up to Manchester tonight but we obviously can't leave without him. He's not picking up the phone, either.' He explains to one of my colleagues.

'One of my colleagues!' You think as you remember where you are. You would be responsible if Adam was late, you were in charge of ensuring they were where they're supposed to be.

Almost on cue, you're buzzed and asked to locate him.

'Adam.' You whisper as he's pressed against you.

'I know.' He replies, disappointed.

Ross has seemed to disappear and you take the opportunity to do up your trousers and notify your colleagues that you've found him. 

He looks at you with a sad face. 

'I'm sorry, Y/N. So annoying.'

You laugh and cup his face in your hand.

'It's not your fault. I enjoyed it whilst it lasted. Where did that confidence come from?' You ask.

'Being on stage, really. Watching you watching me just made me feel like acting on my emotions for once in my life.'

You laugh and kiss him softly. Squeezing his hand, you check that the corridor is empty and lead him back to his bandmates. 

'One Adam Hann for you guys?' You joke as he rejoins his group. 

They smile and thank you before questioning Adam on his whereabouts.

'Just busy.' He smirked as you turned your back and headed to find their manager to inform him that they were all ready to go.

As you formally thank them for attending and wave them goodbye, you feel a hand reach into your back pocket. Adam winks at you and quickly climbs into the van, giving you a small wave as they pull out of the studio.

You reach into your pocket and see a pink Post-It note with a phone number written on it, alongside a smiley face.

You text him immediately.

'How about that drink?'