𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐼 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐵𝑒 𝑆𝑜 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌/𝑁 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒

Inspired by: I Should Be So Lucky ~ Kylie Minogue

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

In my imagination

There is no hesitation

We walk together

Hand in hand

A house, somewhere, 1994

"You know what? I'm done with this, all you ever do is make me feel like shit! We're over Jamie!"

"Y/N wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it. I have to go." Looking back once more, I slammed the door, hot tears of frustration pooling in my eyes.

I always hated being the heartbreaker, mostly because I knew what it felt like to be on the recieving end. But I suppoose, in the end, Jamie probably deserved it. He was a scumbag, after all.

It was sad, in a way. I had thought he was different,the one for me, even, but clearly that was all just a facade.

They say that there is someone out there for everyone, don't they, or at least that's what my mum said. I should be so bloody lucky.

Wiping away my straying tears, I headed into the little coffee shop. Drowning away my loneliness in hot chocolate sounded like the therapy I needed right now.

While ordering my hot beverage, a group of girls, barely legal I imagined, came barging through the door, shrieking like a bunch of migrating birds. Oh brilliant, just what I needed. Horny 12 year olds.

I watched them through my eyelids, as they headed straight for a single table on the opposite side of the room. There was just a man sitting there, awkwardly hiding his head in his hands. Though his face was concealed, his mop of gorgeous, mousey hair caught my eye almost immediately. To be honest, it looked great for running a hand through. No Y/N, you can't go swooning over every male you see anymore, it's time to grow up!

Thanking the cashier, I headed for a table in the corner of the shop, where I could be left to wallow in my own self pity alone, and hopefully block out the screaming girls. I got my wish for about 5 minutes, until there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked round and was met with a pair of soft, chocolate eyes, belonging to the man from earlier.

"Can I help you, sir?" My tone was obscenely blunt, but this didn't seem to faze him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but would it be ok if I sat here?" I sort of recognised his voice from somewhere, but the dark of the corner made it difficult to make out much more than his eyes and hair.

"Aren't there any free tables?"

"Well, yes, there are, but you're the only person in here who hasn't actually tried to manhandle me and I just wanted a quiet drink." Manhandle him? Who was this guy?