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The Lucky One

Milo Manheim x fem reader.

A/N: this was actually I dream that I had about Milo Manheim (yes, I am that fan girl that has dreams about their celeb crushes and then eventually they fall in love with you) and got the idea to make it into a story and I’ll add some other details to make it into a story, but it’s based on my dream. I’ll replace my name with Y/N so you all can live out my dream LOL. Also, I’m Australian so it will be based on you being Australian for the story, so G’Day Mate!

Warnings: mentions of gambling, reader says joke ‘going to find a hole and die’, swearing.

Summary: you win the lottery, so you and your two friends fly to New York, the start of the ultimate girls trip. You then meet Milo Manheim and leave quite the impression on him.

You were at the mall with your friends when you passed the newsagency (a store where you can get the newspaper, magazines, the lottery etc.) with big posters advertising the big 3-million-dollar lottery that caught your attention.

“How insane would it be if I won this?” You asked your friends -Alison and Isabella- pointing at the posters.

“It would be amazing. Since when did you care about the lottery Y/N?” Isabella frowned, a puzzled look across her face.

“Not normally.” You replied. “Just thought it would be fun for once to get a ticket or two. I mean how else would I be able to go to my dream holiday destination.”

“I’m down to get a couple,” Alison added.

Ever since you were a little girl, you have dreamed of travelling to New York City. Seeing the city in movies and tv shows you were captivated, and you wished that one day you would be able to afford to go.

“Let’s get some tickets and if we lose, it’s just a couple of bucks and it will be fun.” You exclaim pulling out your phone to check your bank app.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.” Isabella says.

Five minutes later between the three of you, you had thirty tickets. “Now we just have to wait until Thursday night to see if we won.” You stated putting your tickets in your purse.

The rest of the week flew by and before you knew it, it was Thursday night. You, Alison, and Isabelle gathered the tickets they had, and you made your way over to your couch in your shared apartment and turned the TV on to wait for the announcement.

The TV glared with the sound of the lottery balls moving around the machine as the announcer begins reading of the numbers. Alison quickly copied down the numbers before it finished to give you all time to found out which ticket could possibly be the winner.

Looking over your tickets you had no luck, you were at the last one and quickly scanned over the ticket not expecting much. You look at the ticket and look at the numbers Alison scribbled down. “7 19 26 33 57 3 14” your eyes opened with shook.

Alison and Isabella study your face, curiosity filling them. “What Y/N.?” they ask in unison.

“I think I won.” You whisper still looking at the ticket in your hand.

“WHAT?!” they scream again in unison.

Alison grabs the ticket from your hand and looks at the paper she wrote the numbers on. “Fuck, you won Y/N!”

“Holy shit, I just won the lottery!” You scream as Isabella and Alice grab your arms and begin jumping up and down.

“Pack your bags babes, we are heading to New York City.” You squeal still in shock.

“Ooooo you can go see your celeb crush, Milo Manheim in Little Shop of Horrors!” Isabella teased, mocking you.

“Tease me all you want Bella, we are seeing it, fuck it, we can see all the Broadway shows.” You laugh.

Three days later, you Isabella and Alice were at the airport about to embark on your thirty-hour flight.

You get on the plane and head to first class; sure, your first flight was only two hours, but you had planned to be comfortable for the whole trip.

Landing in Sydney after your flight you raced to your next gate for your next flight. You arrive at the first-class lounge in time and wait for the flight to begin boarding.

You, Alison, and Isabella board the plane and you grab out your phone to inform your parents that you are on your long flight and will be offline for a bit. You then grab the headphones and place them on your head, picking a movie to watch and adjusting your seat to get comfortable.

Twenty-eight hours later, you were finally in New York. You look out the plane window as it approaches the ground, and you can see the skyline of New York outside your window. You quickly grab your phone out and snap a photo of the skyline as the sun rose.

Thirty minutes later and you, Alison and Isabella were waiting for your uber to arrive to pick you up to get to the hotel.

“I can’t believe I’m finally here, it’s so surreal.” You say as you and the girls settle in to the uber.

“Excuse me, sir. Would it be really cliché if we were to ask you to play ‘Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift’?” Alison asks as the uber leaves the airport queue and begins driving.

“You girls aren’t the first to ask that, it’s already in the queue that’s connected on my phone.” The uber driver replied.

As soon as he said that the song began to play, filling the car. You, Isabella, and Alison begin singing the lyrics to the song and even the uber driver joined in.

An hour later you were pulling up to your hotel, The Westin New York at Times Square. Getting out of the car and looking up at the big building standing in front of you as people walked along the sidewalk.

“Holy shit.” Alison gulped taking in full view of the height of the building.

“That’s the last of your bag’s girls, enjoy your time in New York” the uber driver said. You gave him a quick thank you and grabbed your phone out to give him a tip, and five stars.

You grabbed your luggage and head into the hotel to check in. Grabbing your room card at the receptionist desk you, Alison, and Isabella head to the elevators to the penthouse suite. As soon as the doors of the elevator fling open you are greeted with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the New York skyline.

“Wow” you gasp as you enter the room. “That is a stunning view.”

“I’ll say.” Isabella adds as she as Alison enters the penthouse.

You make your way up the stairs to the bedroom and begin to unpack your things. Looking at your stuff you realise you may have overpacked for a two-week trip.

Heading back downstairs, Isabella is already at the bar making drinks. “Bella it’s 10 o’clock in the morning.” You exclaimed, walking to the bar.

“Don’t judge and its mimosa, they are allowed this time of day.” She giggled finishing up her drink.

“What should we do guys? I don’t know about you, but I slept great in the plane.” Alison said, grabbing an apple of the counter.

“Ooo, I want to check out an American target! From all the Tik Toks I’ve seen, it looks way better than the Target back at home.” (Yes, the American target is way cooler than the target we have in Australia and yes, I do badly want to go to one) You beamed grabbing your phone to find the nearest store. “There’s one about ten minutes away.”

The rest of the day was spent shopping and exploring your surroundings before you decide to grab some dinner.

“We have to try the ‘famous New York pizza’ it would be crime if we don’t.” Alison beamed, walking into the pizza shop.

Grabbing some pizza, you find a seat in Central Park and look around taking in the sights. “I still can’t believe we are really here.” You expressed, your eyes wondering around you.

“What are we doing tomorrow besides seeing Little Shop of Horrors?” Alison asked before taking another bite of her pizza.

“I was thinking doing the touristy things, like catch a ferry to the statue of liberty and walk around Times Square.” You replied finishing of your slice of pizza.

“Admit it Y/N you don’t really care about that stuff yet, all you can think about is meeting Milo tomorrow.” Isabella teased you once again.

“Okay fine, you got me. I really only care about that, at the moment but after tomorrow I swear, I’ll be 100% invested in the rest of the trip.” You mumble taking a sip from your bottle.

Alison and Isabella look at each other and laugh. “Hun, we know you. You still be talking about it the rest of the trip.” Alison teased.

“Well, you shouldn’t be so surprised then.” You giggle. “I know I’m the fan amongst us but trust me when you see this show tomorrow you will become hard core fans just like me.”

It was the next morning as the sun peered through the curtains that you forgot to close all the way. Looking over to your phone it was already 12pm, jet lag must have hit you hard. Stumbling out of bed and into the kitchen you notice you are the last one up.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? We’re in New York, no time for sleeping in.” you whined pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“Y/N we have been living together for three years, we know better than to wake you up.” Isabella laughs taking a seat on the seat near the island bench.

“Okay that maybe true, but we only have thirteen days left here, I want to make the most of it.” you huffed taking a sip of your coffee.

“And we will. We figured now that its later in the day, that we just stay here and get organised for tonight.” Alison said taking a seat next to Isabella.

After coffee and some lunch, you head upstairs have a shower, and look through your clothes for an outfit for tonight. You start doing your makeup and realise you forgot to pack foundation. You quickly grab your phone and open the group chat.

The iconic trio

Y/N: I forgot to pack foundation FML

Alison: Girl how? That’s the first step in your makeup routine!

Isabella: It’s okay I forgot some things too.

Y/N: I saw a Sephora yesterday we could go there quickly?

Alison: I’ll finish getting changed, met you girls downstairs.

Isabella: Sounds good.

You and the girls head to Sephora and you quickly grab what you need and a little more than you actually needed before heading back to the hotel. It was already 5:30 and the show begins at 7pm so you needed to hurry. The girls got room service for dinner as you quickly finished applying your makeup before heading out the door to head to the Westside Theatre.

As you expected there was a huge crowd and being in New York you should be used to it by now, but you’re not. Alison notices your tense in the crowd of people, and she takes your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Stop stressing Hun, you got this.” She whispers in your ear as you make your way through the crowd. You quickly whisper a “thank you” as you approach the doors, showing your phone with the tickets on the screen.

You, Isabella, and Alison find your seats in the front row and you quicky take out your phone to take a photo of the stage and a couple of selfies before the curtain lifted up for the show to begin.

Isabella nudges your side when Milo enters on the stage. At this point you are internally screaming being so close to the stage and to him. His co-star Liz Gilles takes to the stage as well, making you also internally scream since you have loved her in Victorious.

Throughout the first act, you notice that Milo has been making a lot of eye contact with you. Butterflies swarm in your stomach but you brush it off thinking that you are sitting in the seat he always looks at to ground himself on stage.

Throughout the whole show you and your friends laughed a lot, you even laughed so hard tears streamed down your face. As the show wrapped up, you stood up clapping for the cast as they bowed and walked off the stage. Milo came towards the front of the stage and quickly gave high fives to people in the front row. He stopped and you and him quickly embrace in a hug (it was in this moment I the author is screaming haha) before heading backstage.

“Did I just hug him?” You turn to Alison and Isabella in shook.

“Yeah babes, I even took a photo of you.” Alison says showing you, her phone.

“Fuck so I didn’t dream it, you guys saw it too.” You mumble, slightly slurring your words.

“Okay, I knew you would be bad but not this bad.” Isabella laughs turning to the aisle to exit the building.

“I really enjoyed the show. Milo, Liz, and the whole cast were phenomenal.” Alison gushes walking out onto the sidewalk.

“I loved it more than I thought I would.” Isabella chimed in putting on her jacket in the crisp night. “I thought its spring in America right now, why the fuck is it so cold?” she mumbles.

“Y/N you haven’t said anything I a bit, you good girl?” Alison asks.

“Uh yeah. I’m good.” You utter, taking out your phone looking through the photos.

“She’s properly still reeling that she got to hug her celeb crush.” Isabella giggles bumping into you.

Before you could respond the stage door opened. Milo and Liz waved to the crowd of screaming fans and make their way down the line of fans waiting for their autograph.

Before long, Liz Gillies was in front of you. You hand her your Playbill for her to sign and you tell how incredible she was before taking a quick selfie.

Then Milo appeared in front of you. “Oh, hey it’s you. You have a great laugh.” He says handing back the Playbill of the girl next to you.

“That’s a first someone saying my laugh is great, I normally get hyena or something. You reply handing him your playbill. He laughs and you quickly take a selfie.

“I loved your work in School Spirits, I can’t wait for the next season!” You gushed.

“Thank you. Sorry you had to see my butt.” He scoffs with a light laugh.

Without thinking you say, “It’s all good, it was a great butt.” Your brain finally caught with your mouth as your eyes widen.

“What?” he asks still signing playbills and other things.

“I’m gonna go crawl into a hole and die now, bye” you muttered. You quickly spun around, grabbed Isabella and Alison by the arm and begin speed walking away.

“Did I really just fucking tell him he has a great butt?” you grumbled, still speed walking away from the crowd of people.

“Uh yeah you did.” Alison says trying to slow you down.

“Great, now he thinks I’m a fucking weirdo thinking his butt looks great.” You mumble, entering the uber Isabella arranged.

“But you do think he has a good butt.” Isabella jokes nudging your side.

“I DIDN’T WANT HIM TO KNOW!” you yell, and you look in the review mirror of the uber drivers eyes open in shock when you said that.

Arriving back at the hotel you head straight to your room, head upstairs to your room, not talking to Alison or Isabella and you lock yourself in your room.

“I can’t believe I said that to him, Fuck!” you exclaim taking of your makeup then burying yourself on your bed until morning.

“Y/N get your ass out of bed; we got a lot to do today.” Alison snapped, barging into your room.

“Ugh can’t you just let me drown in all these blankets in peace.” You grumble not even lifting your head up to acknowledge her.

“If you don’t get up in the next five minutes, I’m getting Isabella to help me drag you out of that bed.” Alison sassed. “You promised us a great New York holiday, and we can’t do that if you’re in bed!”

“Nope, I can’t. I’m properly plastered all over the gossip websites ‘Crazy fan tells Milo Manheim he has a great butt’. You girls have fun, I’ll just stay here and rot.” You snarked grabbing a pillow and putting it on your head.

“You are being so ridiculous. Get up we are leaving; I found a cute bakery for breakfast and coffee.” Alison said as you sank deeper into the bed. “Fine. I’m getting Bella, and you know how cranky she is before she has her coffee!”

“Okay fine. Give me twenty minutes to get ready.” You snapped getting out of bed shutting the door as Alison walks out.

Twenty minutes later you were downstairs, and Isabella and Alison were sitting on the couch watching the TV.

“About time, I was getting cranky.” Isabella snarled, turning off the TV. “Now let’s go! I’m hungry and I need coffee.”

Heading out of the hotel, you follow Alison’s direction to the bakery she mentioned that was only five minutes away. You smelt the smell of fresh pastries and coffee before you even saw the sign for the bakery.

“This is the place here, Poseidon Bakery.” Alison grinned pushing the door open to the bakery. “You guys grab a table; I can order for us”

Five minutes later, Alison returns with your order, and you begin eating. The bell above the door chimed and in walks the last person you’d never thought you would see again. It was Milo Manheim.

“I see you didn’t crawl in a hole and die.” Milo said with a soft laugh.

Your eyes grew. Waves of emotions washed over you. Shit, he’s still standing there. “Oh, you know thought I would do some touristy things and then I was going to find that hole.” You blurted out.

He just laughs at you. “You’re really funny. I got to go to the theatre. Bye girls.” He says waving at you and the girls.

“What are the fucking odds of that happening?” you ask, whispering not wanting to get his attention at the counter which was right behind you.

“Um, low odds. But you know what? Let’s just go. I can order an uber and we can drive all around New York today.” Isabella said as she began picking up her things off the table. You all exit the bakery not daring looking back. Milo turns around and watches you leave. A smile plastered over his face.

In the uber that Isabella ordered she tells the driver to drive to Coney Island. You Alison, and Isabella spent the whole day at Coney Island on all the rides, eating new foods until you couldn’t walk anymore.

“Okay wow, I didn’t realise how much Coney Island was going to be, I would have prepared more.” Isabella huffed as she sat down on a bench dropping all the stuff she collected throughout the day.

“I’m so tired, I don’t think I can move from here. This is our new home.” Alison yawned taking a seat next to Isabella.

“How about I organise an uber to take us back to the hotel and we can order room service and binge some Netflix for the rest of the night?” you ask taking out your phone from your pocket.

“Sounds amazing!” Alison and Isabella said in unison.

Over an hour in the uber, stuck in traffic, you grow more tired the longer you are stuck in traffic.

“Sorry ladies about the traffic. I can try to get as close as I can to the hotel, but the traffic isn’t moving as there’s been reports of a traffic collision ahead.” The driver said turning his head to you in the back seat.

“You know what, it’s okay. Its right there we can walk the rest of the way.” You replied. Alison and Isabella nodded their heads, and you exit the car. You gave the driver a quick ‘thank you” as you closed the door behind you.

On the sidewalk you begin dodging in between people to make it too your hotel. You were so focused on walking and trying not to bump into anyone you look up and see Milo Manheim once again.

“Twice in one day.” He says as you make eye contact with him.

Shit. Out of all the people in New York I run into him again.

You quickly turn to Alison and Isabella at your side mouthing ‘what the actual fuck?’. You turn back to him and say, “Yeah lucky us.”

“He laughs softly and says, “Must be fate or something.”

“Yeah, must be.” Isabella chimes in and you quickly give her a nudge into her side.

“I have a day off tomorrow, how about I take you out, show you around a bit?” he asks not breaking eye contact with you (author is internally screaming)

“I-“

“She would love too.” Alison interrupts.

“Great, I’ll send you a DM on Instagram, what’s your username?” he added taking his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s @YOURUSERNAME” Isabella chimes in.

“Got it. I got to go back to the theatre, but I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N” he said with a soft smile on his face walking away.

Alison and Isabella squeal in delight, grabbing each other and jumping up and down.

You turn to them, still in shock and say “What the fuck just happened. Am I really going out with a celebrity?”

“Not just any celebrity, a hot, sexy one who happens to be your biggest crush.” Alison teases.

Your mind begins to race, a million thoughts flood through your head as you begin waking to the hotel.

“I can’t believe it, my best friend dating a celebrity! Ooo, see if you can get him to introduce me too Blake Draper, he’s fine as fuck.” Isabella suggested as you entered the penthouse.

“No, because I’m not going tomorrow. There’s no way he would go out with a random person.” You huffed, settling into the couch. “And besides, he wont DM me. I’m just a-“your phone dings interrupting you, it’s an Instagram notification a DM from Milo.

“Hey Y/N I’m excited for tomorrow. I’m about to head on stage but ill message you after for details about tomorrow x” you read the message aloud.

“Huh, guess he really did mean it. That means… Holy fuck. I have a date with Milo Manheim!” you express as a thousand thoughts flood your mind. “Girls, help me find something cute to wear tomorrow!”

It’s the next day and you didn’t sleep at all, an hour max of sleep because you were so nervous and excited that he actually asked you out. You head downstairs and start the coffee maker, trying but failing at waking the others up.

“Todays the big day! You nervous?” Isabella asks going through the kitchen cupboards for food that you brought on your first day.

“I am so fucking nervous I think I only got an hour of sleep last night because I was going over everything in my head. Like why would he ask me out? I mean really, I’m just a random girl that some how caught his attention.” You ramble taking a sip of coffee.

“It doesn’t matter why he asked you out, the thing is he did! And it’s just going to be something fun that you can one day tell the grandkids about, how you went on a date with a heartthrob!” Alison gushed taking a seat next to Isabella.

“But what about you guys? I’m the one that brought you guys here, I feel guilty leaving you to go on a date.” You muttered finishing of your first of many coffees.

“Don’t be. We will be fine. We were actually going to catch the latest horror movie since we know you don’t like horror movies.” Isabella said finishing off her bowl of cereal.

“But what if-“

“It will be okay. Just go have fun!” Alison interrupts.

Your phone dings with an Instagram message from Milo.

“Hey Y/N. I’ll be in the lobby of your hotel in thirty minutes, then I could give you the grand tour of the city. See you soon x” you finish reading the message aloud.

“Fuck. He will be here in thirty minutes I need to get ready.” You said grabbing a blueberry muffin for your breakfast and ran upstairs to your room.

Twenty-five minutes later you were ready and quickly checking your outfit in the full-length mirror. You wore your signature blue denim jacket with a simple pink cami underneath with a skirt, thick tights, and your white converse. You did your makeup simple and styled with some accessories you borrowed from Isabella.

“Y/N you look hot. Now quite checking yourself out and get your butt in that elevator and we expect details later even if you come home past midnight. We want to know everything!” Isabella teased as she gave you a hug.

“I won’t be staying out late guys.” You reply grabbing out your phone and you have another message from Milo. “I’m in the lobby x”

“Okay here goes nothing.” You say walking to the door, giving your friends one final wave goodbye as you headed down to the lobby.

Butterflies swirl in your stomach as the elevator gets closer to the lobby. The elevator dings and the doors open, standing in front is Milo holding a bouquet of Pink Peonies.

“Hey.” Something so simple has him saying ‘hey’ is making you scream on the inside. “I got these for you.” he says handing you the flowers.

“How did you know peonies were my favourite?” you ask holding them under your nose and giving them a light sniff.

“I may or may not have stalked your Insta a bit last night.” He says sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet.” You smiled as his gesture. “No one has ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Well, I’m honoured to be the first.” He laughs.

You give the flowers to the receptionist and tell them to take them to the penthouse. Milo takes your hand and escorts you out the hotel.

“I have to warn you about something.” He says looking over at you as he walks you across the street to his awaiting car. “There is a high chance that there will be paparazzi following us today.”

“I mean yeah, you are a celebrity, that’s a given.” You respond as Milo opens the passenger side door for you.

“Right. Just thought I should say something.” He scoffs. “So, I thought I would take you around Central Park, you said you only went briefly the other day. Then I thought we could go to the top of the Empire State Building.”

“I have to ask you something.” You confess as you begin to fumble with the bottom of your skirt. “Why am I here. Like why did you ask me out? I’m literary no one while you are this huge celebrity.”

He doesn’t even take time to think and imminently says “I’m not going to lie, this is a first for me, asking out a fan. But when I saw you in the audience when I was on stage something clicked for me. When the fist act was done, I talked to Liz backstage, and she encouraged me to ask you out. And I thought why not and here we are.” He admitted quickly looking into your eyes and back to the road.

Your mind went blank. “Really?” you mumbled looking at him. “I thought you thought I was a crazy person for saying you have a great butt.”

He lets out a laugh. “You’re not the first person to say that. But you are the only one that has made me think about the interaction over in my head. Glad you didn’t find a hole and crawled into and died otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to take you out.”

“Oh yeah I thought it would be best to do some traveling first around the world then crawl in a hole later.” You say sarcastically.

He laughs as he pulls into a parking spot and gets out the car and holds the door open for you.

“Why thank you. Such a gentleman.” You say mockingly while you fan yourself slightly laughing.

“What can I say, my mom raised me right.” he professed giving you a wink.

He takes your hand again and walks you over to Central Park Lake. He hires a paddle boat and helps you in as he pushes it into the water. He begins rowing and you take in the sights all around you.

“Wow, you never see anything like this in Australia. All the skyscrapers and in the middle the most beautiful park.” You expressed, eyes wide taking in the view. Your eyes the land on Milo who is just staring at you.

“Okay season 2 Xavier.” You mocked him which snaps him out of his trance.

“I’m sorry what?” he replies.

“You’re staring. Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Yeah. It’s just you are saying how beautiful everything around you is but all I can see is the beautiful thing before me.” He replies sheepishly. (Again, author is screaming)

“Oooo, do you see some ducks or dogs on the sidewalk.” You say whipping your head around.

“No. I mean you.” he makes eye contact with you making you imminently blush. “So, what are your plans after New York?” he says changing the subject quickly.

“We were going to go to LA for a couple of days then head to Europe. This is actually my first time overseas, so I want to make the most of it.” you reply.

“Ah so you’re going to be exploring my hometown of LA. I can tell you all the great places to go.” He says as he continues to row the boat across the water.

“I would really like that.” You say as. You can feel the blush rise to your cheeks.

The rest of the boat ride was incredible. He pointed out so many great places you and your friends have to visit before leaving. He docks the boat with the others and helps you out. Suddenly a horse drawn carriage pulls up and before you can even say anything he pulls you on.

“First a boat ride and now a horse drawn carriage, you surely know how to make a girl swoon.” You tease lightly nudging his arm.

He laughs “Like I said, my mom raised me right.”

The carriage came to a stop, Milo helped you out before tipping the driver. He directs you back to his car and he drives to the Empire State Building. Once you arrive, he once again opens the car door for you, take your hand in his and you make your way into the building. You take the elevator straight to the top. The door dings and you a greeted with the whole New York skyline.

“Holy shit, we are so high up.” You say nervously, without thinking you grip onto Milo.

“Sorry I should have asked if you are scared of heights. Are you okay?” he asks concern in his voice.

You take a few deep breaths, normally you would be panicking but strangely you weren’t. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You mumble not daring loosening the grip you had on him.

He slowly walks you over to the edge of the building and you look over at the skyline. How high you were up suddenly wasn’t the problem. Your mind finally clicked that you had a strong grip on him.

“Fuck. I’m sorry I didn’t even realise I had such a grip on you.” you gasped loosening your grip on him. You fumble back, adjusting your clothes. You can feel the blush intensify on your face, realizing how embarrassed you were.

He doesn’t even hesitate when he responds “It’s okay sweetheart. C’mon let’s get off this roof and explore the rest of the building.” He takes your hand again and leads you to the elevators.

You and him explore the rest of the building, bumping into a few fans for autographs and photos which you let him, stepping to the side to give them a moment. Ten minutes later he found you admiring some of the artwork hung around the room.

An idea comes in his head, “Have you checked out the MET?”

“Uh isn’t that a sporting team?” you reply turning your attention to him.

“No, well yeah the Mets are a team. I’m talking about the Metropolitan Museum of Art.” he laughed.

“I totally knew that.” You said with a soft laugh behind your voice.

He walks you to his car and starts the car, driving to the museum. You sit in his car, your mind swirled with a million thoughts. This was the best date you’d ever been on, but you know it will not go anywhere. You were in two different worlds. He was an actor, constantly travelling, on set or backstage of theatre shows. While you lived on the other side of the world as an interior designer.

You were so in your thoughts you didn’t even notice what Milo was saying. “Y/N, you, okay? I said we are here.”

Fuck. You thought. How long were you zoned out for? “Sorry, got lost in my thoughts.”

He nods his head and gets out of the car and again makes his way over to the passenger side to open your door leading you into the museum. He walks you around the museum, telling you all about the art that he knew of and before long you were back at the front of the museum when you stomach growls. Loud.

“Shit, I forgot about lunch and its almost 6pm!” he confessed running his hand through his hair. “C’mon there’s a great place not far from here that have the best burgers in New York.”

Before you could respond, he takes your hand again, leading you out the door and down the street to a small diner tucked in between tall buildings.

“This is one of my favourite places in all of New York. They have the best food and has that classic 50s diner feel.” He says as he holds the door open for the diner.

The rest of the night flew. You completely forgot that he was this huge celebrity. He was just a regular guy who you were on a date with. He insists on paying the check refusing your suggestion of a split bill. He walks you back to your car.

“I had a really amazing day with you. As much as I would love to continue this into the night, I have to be at the theatre early in the morning.” He expressed giving your hand a tight squeeze.

You felt a pang in your heart -weird- you thought you knew it was only meant to be for a day, so why are you feeling this way. “Yeah, me too. I’ve loved exploring New York with you.”

He directs you back to his car and drives you back to the hotel. Then he asks you something you’d never thought he would say to you.

“I want to see you again before you go to LA. I can get you and your friends backstage passes any night you want, I... just have to see you again.” He utters eyes locking with yours.

You are left speechless. You never thought that in a million years that he would ask that of you. He continues to look into your eyes waiting for you to say something, anything. You finally get your words out. “I would really like that. DM me on Insta?”

“I will.” He says pulling you into a hug. You get out of the car and wave at him as he drives off down the road.

You head into the hotel and make your way into the elevator. When the elevator dings, Isabella and Alison are there waiting for you, eager looks plastered on their faces with glasses of wine in their hands.

“TELL US EVERYTHING AND SPARE NO DETAILS!” Alison basically screams at you.

Isabella covers her left ear and mocks “Fuck, Alison that was right in my ear.” Alison gives her a quick sorry before quickly ushering you to the couch, putting the glass of wine in your hand.

You begin telling your friends about the date. How he flirted with you, the boat ride, the horse drawn carriage ride, how you had a freak out on top of the Empire State building, taking you to the MET and dinner at his favourite place. You finish of by telling them that he wants to see you again and that he will give you backstage passes.

“Oh my god, my bestie is dating a celebrity. This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me ever!” Alison squeals almost knocking her wine all over the white shaggy rug.

“I’m not dating him. It was one date. And we literary live on the other sides of the world. It was only meant to be for here not something that is meant to last.” You added, placing your wine glass on the table in front of you.

“If that were true, why would he want to see you again?” Isabella asks pouring herself more wine.

“I don’t know. Anyways I just want to take a shower and get in my PJs. I have a big day planned for us tomorrow.” You say getting off the couch and heading upstairs.

The rest of your trip in New York flew by and before you knew it you were packing your bags to head to LA the next day. Milo kept his promise and DMed you on Insta when he could and you kept messaging back, having countless hours of messages between you. It was your last night in New York and you and your friends were getting ready to head to the Westside theatre. Milo said he’s left your name with two guests at the stage door so you could head backstage.

Heading through the stage door felt surreal. Hung along the walls were faces of famous actors that have graced the theatre leading to the backstage area. Milo was finishing up in makeup when he spotted you walking in.

“Hey Y/N” he says extending his arms out to embrace you in a hug.

“Milo, hey. Uh these are my best friends, Alison and Isabella.” You expressed.

“I remember. The ones that didn’t say that I had a great butt.” He laughs and Alison and Isabella join.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” you ask.

“Nah, not anytime soon. I got to go. Enjoy the show girls.” He says walking back quickly behind the stage.

You take your seats in the front row. The show begins and Milo’s eyes find yours imminently. You feel Alison give you nudge to your side, noticing your eye contact. The show continues and throughout just like the first time you and your friends saw the show, Milo constantly made eye contact with you, making you blush, and butterflies fill your stomach.

After the show was over and the cast did their final bow of the night, Milo did his signature hive fives to the front row. He stops in front of you and gives you a hug. He quickly whispers in your ear, “You look so beautiful tonight.” Before heading backstage.

“What did he whisper to you?” Alison says as you walk to the exit.

“He said that I look beautiful tonight.” You reply in a whisper, not wanting people around you to hear.

“HE SAID WHAT?” Alison basically screamed and you nudged her when she did.

“Could you say that any louder Alison? I don’t think my parents in Australia heard you?” you sassed her while Isabella just laughed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so exciting I can’t help myself.” She replied.

You, Isabella, and Alison were waiting in the crowded lobby, waiting for the exit to clear when a strong voice from behind you said. “Excuse me ladies, I need you to come with me.” You turn around and see a tall man in uniform that read ‘security’ on his shirt.

“Is there something wrong?” Isabella asks, concern filled her voice.

“No, but I was asked by a certain someone that he wants to see a young woman named Y/N and her friends. He gave me your description so here I am. If you could follow me, please.” The man demands. There is only one person that would want to see you and that was Milo.

The man ushers you backstage and you are greeted with Milo.

“Did you really think you could leave without saying goodbye Y/N?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Well, no, I thought we were going to do that outside.” You responded

“If we did it outside, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He says as he pulls you forward and kisses you hard on the lips. (Once again, the author is crashing out over this LOL)

You hear Alison squeal and Isabella nudges her to turn around to give you a moment.

“I… Wasn’t expecting that.” You stutter still reeling in what just happened.

“I’ve been dying to do that since our date.” He expressed with a smile plastered on his face. “I wanted to say goodbye, before you head off to LA, and I didn’t want to do it in front of others or over the phone.”

“Uh-huh” is all you can muster out at that point, still head spinning.

“I really liked getting to know you, Y/N” he grinned. “I’ve got to get to the stage door. Bye gorgeous.”

“Bye Milo” you finally say as he leaves the room.

“Did that just happen or am I dreaming, or worse am I dead and I’m in heaven? ‘Cos there is aint no way that really happened.” You blurted out.

“No, it really happened. That one hell of a kiss.” Isabella joked, while Alison was still beaming.

“My bestie just kissed a celebrity!” she said practically squealing.

Two weeks later, you Alison and Isabella enjoyed your long week in LA. Going to all the famous beaches, the Hollywood walk of fame, Disneyland and practically every other touristy thing you can do, you did. You were at the airport about to fly to Paris; you begin scrolling through your phone on Instagram when you get a message from Milo.

Milo: Have a safe flight today, it’s my final night doing little shop. Feels bittersweet.

You: You remembered? That’s so sweet. And wow final night already? Break a leg (not really tho LOL)

Milo: Of course, I did. And ha-ha thank you. Message when you get there.

You: I will.

“Ooo what’s got you smiling like that, is it Milo? Alison asks with a silly tone in her voice.

“Yeah, he said to have a safe flight and that tonight’s his last night doing little shop.” You replied putting your phone in your pocket.

“Ooooo! He’s acting all like-“

“Flight 2913 to Paris is now boarding first class passengers.” The overhead announcement cut Alison off from what she was saying. You, Alison, and Isabella boarded the plane and found you seats in first class. You settled into your seat and found a movie to watch one that you won’t admit to your friends (especially Alison) that Milo recommended for you.

Ten hours later, you arrived in Paris and greeting you at on the curb of the airport was a taxi service you arranged to take you to the hotel. The flight was long, and you were sleepy, but you didn’t care. You sat in the back seat of the Taxi, taking in all the sights of the city around you. Arriving at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée, you checked in, found your room, and fell imminently to sleep.

“Y/N get your butt out of bed; we are hungry, and we want a full French breakfast. We haven’t eaten since the plane.” Isabella shouted at you from the living room of the hotel.

You grumbled ignoring them and fell back to sleep. Five minutes later, Alison and Isabella barged into your room.

“Get up now!” Isabella said grabbing your arm and pulling you out from under the covers.

“Okay I’m up.” You mumble wiping your eyes. “I need a shower first.”

“You have twenty minutes, or we are leaving without you.” Alison demanded, leaving your room.

Fifteen minutes you were finally ready. “And I still have five minutes to spare before you murder me.” You mock meeting Alison and Isabella who were waiting on the sofa scrolling through the TV.

“And I’m glad I don’t since you’re the one paying for the trip.” Isabella laughs as she stands up from the couch and opens the door of the hotel.

After the full French breakfast Isabella insisted on having, you book an uber and head for the Louvre. Ten minutes later you were at the word famous museum. There were people everywhere waiting to get into the museum.

“Okay I get it, it’s a famous museum but why is there so many people here? I swear there was less people in New York.” You sassed getting overwhelmed with the amount of people crowding your personal space.

“We’re next in line, just breath. Okay.” Alison says reassuring you and placing her hand on your arm.

Finally entering the museum and exploring all the famous artwork such as the Mona Lisa. “Its smaller than what I thought.” You stated as you finally made it close enough to actually view it.

“She really should have smiled.” Isabella joked.

“We’ve been here for three hours, and I need some coffee to keep me going for the rest of the day.” Alison said, scrolling through her phone for the nearest coffee shop.

You and Isabella looked at each other “But you just had coffee… you know what? Never mind. Let’s get some coffee.” Isabella quickly changes her tone when she sees Alison death stare at her.

Thirty minutes waiting to exit the museum, Alison tells you about the coffee shop she found not far, and you begin walking. Alison and Isabella have been talking about the next horror movie they want to see so you just tune them out, scrolling through your phone looking at the photos you had taken. Suddenly, you hear your name being called out. You shoot up your head from your phone, and lock eyes with someone you never thought you would see again. It was Milo.

“Milo? How did…. Why are you…” you stutter out shocked at seeing him standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

“I saw on your Instagram that you were in Paris, and I took the next flight out. I had to see you.” he says. Filling in the gap between the two of you.

“You did why?” you ask, mind completely blank.

“To do this.” He said, locking eyes with you and then embracing you in a kiss. You melt under his touch, and you can hear Alison squealing again and Isabella trying to calm her.

“I don’t know how this is going to work, but I want it too, if you do as well?” he asks after he breaks apart your kiss.

“Yeah, I do want too.” You reply back, giving him a hug and you can feel him plant a kiss on your hairline.

The End.