We're Cheeky and We Know It - Jack and Finn Harries YouTube Fan Fiction

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I groan and flap my arm to the side and fumble around until my hand clutches onto the wretched HTC shrilling painfully; I press something and by luck it shuts up. Pulling the duvet further up, I turn onto my side and sleep in peace.

In what feels like ten minutes, my phone pings, and two minutes later again. I want to ignore it but I grab it regardless. Two new texts from Pizza Hut - one about a BOGOF deal and another about free garlic bread. I grin - dinner tonight'll be amazing.

I then blink at the time and I shoot straight up. I have ten minutes to get out of the door. And then I have to run as well. Aargh! Why the hell did the alarm not go off?!

Oh yeah. I stopped it. Oops.

Tumbling out of my bed, I shimmy into a pair of jeans and throw a hoodie over my pajama t-shirt and grab my satchel and throw in some random papers and books, hoping for the best. My hair's a disaster, but it could be worse, right? As I run out of my room, I rapidly shove it in a bun - hey, bird's nest buns are meant to be trendy right now, right?

There's no time for a breakfast so I grab an Alpen bar and an apple to eat on the way. I jump into a pair of Keds as I leap out of the front door. I break into a jog and tear open the wrapper off the Alpen and chew it oddly, whilst maintaining my 7mph speed.

I have two minutes to spare as I swing myself into one of RCM's lecture halls, coughing and slightly out of breath. I spot Minnie head bopping to a beat from her earphones and jump myself into the spare seat next to her. She grins at me, my face probably flushing red and sweaty and gross. Ugh. It's likely that I look absolutely vile, but no can do.

The lecture is as dull as a lecture could possibly be - our professor's voice is droning on like there's no tomorrow and I'm just about asleep. My days have been packed with various rehearsals for the Royal College of Music's annual Christmas concert. It's been absolutely hectic and mad, and the fact that we still have lectures which we're meant to attend makes my life feel like a total overload.

It's only a few days away now and I am absolutely brimming with excitement but the rehearsals have been draining every last ounce of energy out of my body. My eyes are so heavy they begin to shut on their own accord and I try my hardest to write notes but my hand stays frozen in the same position and I end up doodling crap around my notepad. Some of the lines join themselves up and kinda look like the outline of a person's face so I begin to sketch in some features and add in shadows here and there.

My finished product is a stunning, splodgy, black-biro penned drawing of a somewhat hybrid of Zac Efron and Chace Crawford. I'm rather proud of it, actually, and grin dreamily into space, imagining him as a real person. Minnie peers over and snickers to herself and scrawls in "sexy beast" under my doodle. I'm comforted to see she's not taken a lot of notes either as she yawns loudly and slouches in her chair.

Ugh. I'm so bored. And there's more rehearsals later. And then the concert.

I look at my Zac Efron/Chace Crawford doodle and then my eyes scan the lecture hall. Hm... nobody compares.

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Hello!

Firstly, thank you for reading this! Hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter! Also, I realise this results me in having three writing projects at once, which includes one I haven't updated in a couple months *cringes* and another which is being updated at a reasonable pace (in my opinion, anyway!) I'll try to keep all of them up to date, but the TMB one is amidst a bit of a writer's block so we shall see how it goes *laughs*

January was my hectic month and now I have a bit more time - yay! I abandoned Wattpad and Twitter a lot *cries* but I'm back in full swing *cheers*. Come have a chat with me on @NatalieImagines !

Dedication goes to @Chlozza_eh for being the inspiration for this story! (lol - I am being deadly serious!) She is the definition of fangirl... well, a Danosaurus/Llama Army - love you, m'dearest!