11:57 P.M

"For fuck's sake..." What people said about watching a clock and it not moving was true, he was sure that it had been 11:55 three whole hours ago and the clock on his computer just had to be broken. Checking his phone gave him the same dreadful news, the fact he still had three minutes left until midnight when he was this tired was just cruel and unusual punishment. Gajeel knew he wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world, and he was working on that. But the last fifteen minutes felt more like years, and the current weight of his eyelids was making him grumpier by the second. Nobody would believe it if they found out he had been sitting around and marking the days off his calendar for the last three months, and he would probably punch someone in the face for telling such a lie. Even if everything worked out in his favor, midnight was just going to be a date between him, his debit card and the page he couldn't stop refreshing.

Gajeel had been a music lover as long as he could remember, he used to blow all his money on metal shows in high school, and would end up doing odd jobs here and there just to have enough money to buy a shirt or something hoping to get it signed. He didn't grow up in a big city, so he would end up going to local shows just to feel something close to the rush he could only get at bigger shows. By the end of the night he would either end up drunk, or in a fight or both if he was lucky, on the unlucky nights he would end up arrested or banned for taking things to far. Over the years his visits to shows and concerts had become few in far, if it was an artist he really loved he would dish out the money for it and take the weekend off work just in case. It was cheaper and a lot less likely for him to get in trouble if he just stayed home and had a couple beers before bed, instead of fighting for his life in a mosh pit like his teenage self loved to do.

Gajeel checked his phone again, and rolled his eyes again at the fact that time still hadn't moved. The only plus side of this situation is he got to sneak a peek at the very reason he was currently losing sleep. He didn't know when his little obsession with her started, or when it got out of hand. But the fact that he had a picture of the same woman in his locker at work, plastered on his wall, as a back ground on his phone and his computer was enough proof that he more than just liked the woman in question more than for just her music. He didn't know if it made things better or worse that all the images were different, Gajeel blamed social media for feeding his problem, he followed her updates on instagram just to see what she was wearing and what she was doing everyday. Secretly he was hoping she would post an update saying she was nearby just to "accidentally" run into her one day. The current background of his phone was one he stole off of her page while he was on his lunch break, she was visiting some popular aquarium on the other side of the country and someone took a picture of her admiring the jellyfish. Like most pictures of her this one took his breathe away, the whole image was blue, either from the lighting in the room or some filter from the picture app.

This wasn't the first time Gajeel had developed a crush on a girl before, but it was never a hiding in the bushes, stalking you, you haunt my dreams like crush that he had now. He was worse than one of those little teenage fan girls , all he was missing was the shrine in his closet and spending his life savings on some gum she chewed or air that she breathed at a concert or something equally insane. He wasn't sure if it was just the music that hooked him though, sure he could sing all of her songs word for word, and he could play more than a couple of them himself when he took the time to learn the sheet music and do his own rendition when he was trying to get his mind off of work. Gajeel thought a lot of her work was catchy, and even though it wasn't exactly his style, she had a way with words and the way she sang with his heart just seemed to touch his soul. Sometimes it bothered him that more of her work wasn't on the radio, but most of the songs on there were cookie cutter bullshit and trash he often turned off so he could understand why she didn't change her sound to be more radio friendly. There was just something about hearing such a sweet and angelic voice say "Fuck You." She gave him fucking chills, he felt like he know her soul and that it spoke to his long before he knew she looked like.

Gajeel wasn't really interested in her looks at first because he knew from seeing a lot of popular artists on TV and online that they would sell out quick as soon as they got popular and start some gimmick for attention, or get a bunch of plastic surgery and their before picture was always a lot better than their tragic after image. It was almost six months after hearing her sing for the first time did he get curious enough to actually look up one of her music videos online, and it was an acoustic version of one his favorite songs by her. Gajeel didn't know what she looked like all glammed up for one of her other videos, or when she performed live, but love at first sight would be an understatement when he watched a girl in an all black dress with vibrant blue hair sing his favorite song with such heart it actually took his breath away. He watched that video on repeat for an hour before he decided to make himself go to bed, over the next few weeks he found himself watching all of her videos, interviews, acoustic shows and even live videos from concerts fans shot. He remembered watching some fan made video with random pictures of her, and in the comments it said all the pictures were taken from her Instagram, and he ended up spending hours just trying to take a peek into her life. Now he followed her bands profile and her personal one just for updates because he didn't miss a thing. Gajeel was in love, even if it did make him a creep.

"Hey Gajeel..." He didn't remember falling asleep, but her waking him up at his desk was almost a nightly thing, he was a pretty heavy sleeper so she would have to shake his shoulders a few times before he would crack an eye open and acknowledge that someone had been talking to him for an unknown amount of time. "You're working too much again, and its really late. Will you come to bed with me?" Gajeel had a hard time telling her no, especially when it was something as simple as lets go to sleep together. He knew without her saying anything that she stayed up with him just to make sure he didn't spend the night asleep at his desk like he did for years before she came into his life. His bed was on the other side of the room, but it might as well been on the other side of the world with how tired he was, he had a bad habit of sleeping in his clothes, but she always took the time to help him out of them, no matter how grumpy he was being. "Don't worry Gajeel, your works not going anywhere, you probably just need to look at it with fresh eyes and a good nights sleep." He meant to say something along the lines of "Yeah, you're right." Or "Thank you for taking care of me." But it came out more of a grunt when she helped him pull his shirt off and throw it in a hamper before moving to unbutton his pants.

Gajeel knew he threw himself into his work all the time, and sometimes he wouldn't come out for weeks at a time. Sometimes if no one put it right in front of his face he wouldn't eat until he felt like he was knocking on deaths door, and he wouldn't sleep until his body rebelled against him and he would just pass out from exhaustion. He knew it wasn't good for him, but he was working on a case that take some dirt bag off the streets that came first, and his health would be put on the back burner until he was sure he did everything he could. Gajeel never thought he would have time for love, but when she came along he just knew things were too good to let go and she understood him enough to know when she needed to step in and when she needed to let things go. "I knew you were just pretending to be nice just so you could take advantage of me." No matter how tired Gajeel was, he still made the joke every time he had to be helped out of his clothes. They both knew there was no way he could stay awake long enough to make love to her right now, but the thought crossed his mind and there was always the morning holding her in his arms was more than enough. He knew he probably drifted off to sleep, long before she did, but she always stayed in bed with him so he would never wake up alone even if she woke up hours before he did. Gajeel didn't know a lot, but he knew he loved her and that she was everything he ever needed.

12:15 A.M

Shit. He didn't mean to fall asleep, but all that waiting had been taking a toll on him. Gajeel wasn't surprised at all that she was once again haunting him in his dreams, he dreamed of her often. He was so tired that he dreamed about being tired and just cuddling for once, holding her in his arms felt so real that he was having a hard time convincing himself that he's never actually met her in person. She was some famous singer who traveled around the world, and he was just some city cop that had an unhealthy obsession with her. Most his dreams about her weren't so mild, he's woken up in the middle of the night many times because imagining her squirming in pleasure under him was enough to make his brain explode. And the cold showers barely didn't do much to calm him down after a dream like that. When he woke up this morning he knew he was going to have to wait almost eighteen hours until midnight, and he was sure he counted every second at least twice. At least after three months all of his waiting was over and he could finally go to sleep after this, he could still get a full six hours if he pressed snooze a few times and just get breakfast on the way to work.

Gajeel tried his best to compose himself and ignore the burning of his eyes, he followed all of the steps and security questions on the website so he could get himself in line to buy a ticket to her upcoming concert next month. He read online that the tickets for other cities were getting bought up pretty quickly and people were selling them online for almost double the price. Gajeel watched the clock count down to let him know how long he had to wait to choose what kind of ticket he wanted, he knew the prices ranged between sixty bucks and a little over a hundred depending on how close you wanted to be, and if things worked out Gajeel would be close enough to see that smile of hers in person. He knew it was a creepy thought, and if he didn't pay attention to what he was doing he would doze off again and probably dream about their wedding or something weird like that. When the time timer finally got down to zero Gajeel thought his heart stopped.

*SOLD OUT* He felt sick, all this waiting and planning he did was for nothing. He refreshed the page a few times just to make sure it wasn't a mistake, and it wouldn't even let him get back in line to search for a ticket. He opened another tab and searched for the tickets on the resale site, he was really going to throw up now, the ticket prices on there started at four hundred dollars and he knew the ones that were more expensive were the good ones, and there was no way in hell he was blowing that type of money to sit in the nosebleeds. Gajeel buried his face in his hands and tried his best to control his temper, he knew there was possibility that he wouldn't be able to get a ticket, but he thought he would at least be able to get a shitty one. He unlocked his phone and checked her Instagram to see she was excited about the tickets in his city selling out so fast, but she mentioned at the bottom of her comment that there was still tickets available in a city about an hour away. Gajeel sighed, was he really going to do this, he wasn't going to get his hopes up, but checking wouldn't hurt anything. He watched the timer count down again and this time it showed him a map of the venue and he tried clicking spots close to the stage. Most of the tickets were sold out, besides the ones way at the top of the venue. He scrolled down just to check the prices and saw most of them were around sixty bucks or so, when he scrolled farther he saw a really expensive one that made his heart jump into his throat.

*MEET AND GREET* Gajeel didn't even know that was an option before, he heard about different fans getting to meet the band and take pictures with them before, but he thought they were just random lucky bastards. He didn't know you could just pay a bunch of money and then you're guaranteed to meet her, Gajeel planned on blowing a hundred bucks on a ticket just to see her sing, he didn't know if he was actually going to drive an hour away and spend two hundred dollars just to spend who knows how long with her. Gajeel was too tired to argue with himself about this, he pressed confirm payment and closed his laptop before finally climbing into bed. He didn't know if this whole thing was going to be worth the trouble, or the money, but at least he could go on with his life without wondering what if.