#zanthony

Anthony punched the number into his phone, feeling accomplished. He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"He wants you" His brother states, getting up and making his way out of the café which Anthony was still standing dumbly in the middle of.

"Don't be crazy" said Anthony following his brother out. He was looking at his phone, well more like staring at the fact that 'Zayn Malik' is one of his contacts, he actually thought about putting 'My future husband' but just in case Zayn saw, he didn't. His phone vibrated in his hand and he saw a text from one of his friends. They were running late, caught in traffic. Anthony rolled his eyes, he told them to come early. He didn't bother texting back since he would much rather go sit backstage at the stadium.

He made his way over to the back door, a lot of girls were crowding it so he thought the boys must already be in there, some girls were even already crying. How the hell was he not crying? Shock maybe.

He decided to text Zayn and ask if it was alright if he went inside now. Wow who would've thought he's be saying that? His phone vibrated almost right away after he send the text.

Yeah come in ;)

His heart just skipped a beat, he was pretty sure he would be dead by the end of the night. He walked through the girls with quite a struggle but his boyish strength got him through. The security guard stared him down as if he was a crazy fan, well in way….

Anyway he cleared his throat, "I'm Anthony, I'm uhhh I'm a friend… a friend of the boys."

The security guard just chuckled and turned away from him. Anthony frowned. The guy won't let me in. He texted Zayn. The door opened 5 minutes later and the girls started screaming and Anthony couldn't help but smile. The guard beckoned him over and he grabbed his brother and tried his best to keep the girls away from the door, poor security guard looked like he was getting clawed.

The finally got inside and with his brother in tow. "God I hate girls sometimes." His brother said shaking his head and trying to get his hearing back to normal.

Anthony felt a hand on his shoulder and he felt goose bumps run through his body. He turned around and he was looking into the gorgeous, brown eyes of Zayn Malik. He still hadn't taken his hand off Anthony's shoulder and he wondered if he even wanted to.

"Hi again" Adrian said snapping the boys out of their small trance.

Zayn immediately removed his hand and Anthony missed it already. He was going to kill his brother in cold blood. "Hey man" Zayn ruffled his hair and Adrian pulled away. Zayn chuckled. It was like music to Anthony's ears.

"Well were getting ready but come look at the stage." Zayn said and they followed him to the stage, a lot of people were testing different things that Anthony had no idea about. Zayn walked them onto the stage and Anthony stared out to the empty seats that would soon be full.

"Well I've got to go and finish getting ready, I'll meet up with you soon though" Zayn said and Anthony just nodded and smiled, not knowing what to say about all this. Zayn just chuckled and smiled with his head facing down like he was covering a blush and jogged away.

Anthony was sitting on the edge of the stage with his brother just talking and watching everyone do their jobs to get ready for the show. The boys had to come out for sound check and a short practise which Anthony nearly cried over. He barely blinked as they sung a couple of the songs and they looked adorable in their outfits. He wondered who the stylists were because they were amazing.

"Anthony" Zayn said making his way over to him, "Instead of sitting wherever your actually witting want to stand right at the front?"

"You mean in front of the barricades?" Anthony asked and Zayn nodded. Anthony had to try and contain the squeal and the happy dance he wanted to do and he smiled instead. "Of course!" he said in a high pitched voice.

Anthony tried to hide is embarrassment of what just came out of his mouth but Zayn just chuckled again. "You're cute." He said walking back to his dressing room.

"Anthony, I'm ready time to go." Said his mum grabbing the keys to the car. Anthony almost squealed in excitement as he quickly reblogged his last post on tumblr and grabbed his 'I love Zayn' poster and tucked it safely under his arm. He was decked out in his 1D hoodie and his Versace jeans. He thought about making a t-shirt that said 'Zayn I want your penis' but then quickly shook it out of his mind.

In the car he was a ball of anxiety as he kept playing scenarios of what he was about to walk into in his head. He was already close to tears when his mum pulled into the arena parking lot. "Don't pass out" she said as she dropped him and his brother off and drove off. Already at the arena were girls with signs all singing 1D songs and squealing in their little groups. Anthony scanned the area for anyone he knew but couldn't see anyone so he told his bother to stay close to him and walked off to where most of the girls were standing.

The concert wasn't until another 3 hours but Anthony was hoping he would catch a quick glance or maybe an autograph from at least one of the boys. He was getting bored of standing there and all the looks he was getting from some people. He knew what they were thinking, well fuck them. He shot a quick text ti his friends asking where they were and walked around just outside of the arena.

His brother was talking to him about some sort of game but he wasn't really paying attention, he was mainly fanboying on the inside. "Anthony can we go get a drink or something? Why did we have to come so early?" His brother complained to Anthony just huffed and walked over to a small café where he got his bother a coke.

The small café was fairly empty and there were stairs leading up to a few tables. "Wanna go sit while we wait for a bit?" Anthony asked.

His brother nodded and they made their way up the stairs. There was soft music playing and he could hear laughter near him coming from the corner of the room. He looked over discreetly to see who was laughing so hard and that's when he froze.

"Hey Anthony isn't that-" his brother asked but was quickly shushed by Anthony putting his hand over his mouth.

"Shut up! Oh my god what do I do?" Anthony could feel his heart racing and he was sure his face was tomato red. His brother muffled something behind his hand so he removed it.

"Go up to them" His brother urged.

"I can't, I can barely breathe oh my god." Anthony realised he was shaking and his palms were sweaty, he wiped them on his hoddie but it was no use, he was too anxious.

The boys in the corner were so into their conversation that they didn't notice the boy over in the other corner staring at them blatantly. With some courage that came from somewhere in his brain or something, Anthony started walking over to the boys. The boys heard his footsteps and one turned to see him.

"Hi" He said in his adorable british accent, Louis's hair was messy was his eyes were strikingly blue compared to his pale skin and he was smiling, holding a bitten carrot.

Anthony let out a breathy "Hi" that could barely be heard from the boys but they did none the less.

"Come, grab a chair" Louis pulled out a chair from another table for Anthony. Anthony took a seat, not really knowing how to act. His brother made his way over to the table and sat down next to Anthony.

"So what's your name?" Asked Niall in his cute irish accent.

"Anthony, is it really you guys?" Anthony mentally slapped himself for just saying that he just… he couldn't believe what was happening.

The boys laughed. "Yes it's us silly, I'm Harry." He said and extended his hand for Anthony to shake.

Anthony shook his hand politely and then quickly let go, hoping he didn't put Harry off with his sweaty palms.

"I'm Adrian." His brother said after sipping his coke. "He loves you guys." Adrian pointed towards Anthony.

Anthony turned and glared at him. He was going to die. That was for him to say, not Adrian. Damn little brothers to hell.

"Thank you." Said Harry, throwing him a smile.

Anthony was trying to watch his breath, he normally wasn't like this but this wasn't normal. "Uhm yeah." He uttered.

"So… What's in your hand?" Liam asked, breaking the silence that had fallen.

Anthony blushed when he thought he couldn't blush anymore. "Just a sign."

"For the concert?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, ummm would you guys mind signing it?" He asked.

"Not at all." Harry said, smiling brightly, you could tell the guy loved his fans.

Anthony unrolled his poster which rolled back up a bit but he flattened it on the table. He blushed when he was Zayn looking at it and smiling, he looked away because he was so nervous.

"That's cute." Said Liam, "do you have a pen?"

"Oh yeah, I.. I brought one incase." Anthony said handing it to him.

"Good idea." He said and started signing away. Zayn was the last to sign and Anthony felt his heart skip a beat when Zayn added a small heart after his signature. He saw an 'Anthony you're awesome, you too Adrian' from Harry too.

"I think we need to get going, we need to prepare for the show. How many girls are already there?" Liam asked.

"I saw quite a few." Anthony said feeling a little more confident. "It may be a struggle to get in."

"Lets hope there aren't too many by the back door, I don't want any hot aussie girls seeing me looking like this." Niall said, smirking.

"Trust me, they will love you if you were wearing a garbage bag." Anthony said and they all laughed.

"Hey do you want a backstage pass?" Liam asked.

Anthony just nodded his head, it was like his dreams were coming true.

"Alright well we don't have them on us now but if you come around to the back we'll tell them to let you in. Just tell them your name." Liam said

The boys all got up and started walking away, Anthony waved to them as they walked off. He didn't realise one of them lingered behind. He felt a hand on his arm and his heart almost stopped beating. He turned around to see Zayn smiling at him. He felt like he was about to pass out.

"Hey uhm, I think we're going to need your number just in case the guy doesn't let you in, you can call us. Here is mine." Zayn handed him a napkin with his number on it. 'Text me your number alright."