Requested by; ptvgray

A/N: I'm such a complete sucker for red haired John. Uff.

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You tapped your foot, waiting impatiently to be let inside the venue.

Your boyfriend and his band were about to do their show, 'Psychedelic Sexfunk Live From Heaven' show, and they were keeping the doors closed longer than they should have been.

It felt like forever before the finally opened the doors, and let the excited fans into the venue.

You immediately went to one of the side doors that lead to the stage.

"Can I help you?" One of the security asked you.

"Hello, yeah, I'm a friend of the band. My name is Y/N. Do you think I could get back here? You can ask them if you'd like to confirm." You explained.

The guard eyed you for a moment.

"Would you mind waiting right here, Y/N?" he asked.

"Not at all, sir." You replied.

You had learned a long time ago that you should never be rude to one of the guards.

If you were rude to the guard,  it was almost guaranteed that you were not going to get anywhere or even get to speak to anyone.

Plus, even if they were wrong about your identity, you'd create absolute hell for them because they denied you access, but it wasn't their fault, a lot of people come up to them and pretend to be cool with the band just so that they can get backstage.

You should never get mad at a guard for doing his job.

You waited patiently while the guard disappeared into the door.

You looked around the hallway, seeing the random band stickers and record labels printed on the walls.

There were some framed photos here and there.

You were just about to step close to another picture frame when the door opened again and the guard called your name.

"Y/N, you're clear." He said, stepping aside to let you through the door.

"Thanks so much." you smile at him as you walk backstage.

It was lots of people walking around quickly, tables of food and drink, and a few hallways here and there.

You walked a few steps in before spotting a certain red-Haired-dream.

"John!" You called out to your boyfriend.

There was a lot of noise backstage, so he didn't quite hear you.

You took a few steps towards him, calling his name once more.

"John!" You shouted louder.

He looked around for a moment before his eyes finally landed on you.

They went wide, and then he smiled, quickly walking his way over to you.

When he reached you, the first thing he did was pull you into a kiss.

Your lips met sweetly and he leaned into you.

He hadn't seen you for quite a while, if he was honest.

It had been a month or so.

When he pulled back, you placed your hand into his red locks.

"This looks even better in person." you laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Holy hell, I missed you." he let out, hugging you tightly to him.

"I missed you, too." you whispered in his ear, running your fingers through his hair.

When he backed up again he smiled as he looked into your eyes.

"I'm really glad that you could make it." he said.

"Me, too." you smiled.

The two of you were getting lost in one another's eyes, but it was broken by a stage manager shouting.

"COME ON GUYS, YOU'RE ON STAGE IN 30 SECONDS."

John quickly looked over to the man, and then took a few pins from his pocket, pinning his hair up before he pecked you on the lips one more time.

"Good luck!" you shouted after him.

"Thank you." he smiled back as he quickly got in position with the rest of the boys.

~~~

The concert had been one of the most amazing ones that you had ever attended.

But one part was your favorite.

When they were in the middle of one of their songs, John looked to the side of the stage, closest to him.

That is where you were standing.

His eyes met yours, and he looked down, but then looked back up as if doing a double take, and he smiled.

He smiled one of those devious, loving smiles that you adored so very much.

And you smiled back.

And he kept playing.

And everything was grand.

And you couldn't have been happier.

And that's all there was to it.