"My mate, Jane, is really into a band called Westlife and she persuaded me to go along to Live & Kicking to see them. After much pleading and begging I agreed to go. We arrived at 7 am .... she didn't want to miss anyone! It was the coldest day of the year, absolutely freezing! Jane met up with some people she knew ... and started to blank me. "don't ask her, she doesn't like Westlife" .... she told her friends. I stood pressed against the fence in silence.

At 8am a man came out saying there was 3 tickets to get in left .... my friend was so excited she pushed forward and got in with her Westlife friends. Her mum was giving me a lift home ... in 5 hours!!! I was stuck! I thought I might as well hang around to see the guys since I was here.

At 8.30am a large van pulled up ... with tinted windows. "It's them" a girl screamed ... the next thing I knew hundreds of girls descended crushing me against the fence. "arrgghhhh" I screamed in pain. A large man pulled me over the fence and dropped me on the hard floor. A hand appeared in front of me, offering a lift up. I looked up to see a gorgeous figure in front of me ... floppy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I took the hand and brushed myself down. "are you ok? those bouncers are soo rough " a soft Irish accent asked concerned.

"fine thanks", I shivered with cold and fear! "I'm Kian" the blonde Irish man added, "are u sure u are ok?" he brushed his hand over my shoulder sending a shiver down my spine. "Kian ... I love youuuuuu ... come here Kian" girls screamed. "duty calls", he whispered smiling. Then he left to sign autographs.

Another bouncer led me firmly away to behind the fence ... I was alone again.

I shivered as I sat on the wall behind BBC centre. My watch read 10am ... still 3 hours. 'Wow that was Kian from Westlife', I thought, 'he is so nice ... those eyes!'.

I blew into my hands ... trying to get some feeling back. Each second seemed to take an hour. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes ... I began to sob quietly. I looked up when I heard a door gently bang. It was the Irish figure ... he leant on a wall and saw me. My heart started pounding 'argh its Kian' my mind raced.

"Hey ... are you ok?", it was that soft accent again ... he walked towards me and wiped a tear from my cheek, "you must be freezing" he took my hands in his and blew ... I could feel his soft breath tingling my fingertips.

The door opened again ... another figure ... this one taller with soft blonde curtains, and deep blue eyes, he was gorgeous. "Bry mate", Kian shouted, "yous looking for me?" Bryan walked over and looked at me... "alright I'm Bryan", then he turned to Kian "You can find pretty girls everywhere can't you"... my heart leapt ... Bryan called me pretty ... I mean ME!

"Louis is looking for yous", Bryan continued, he turned to me again" You look cold come in with us ... we can't have yous freezing". Kian took my hand and led me into the building.