Falling for You

Honeymoon's Over

Song - Overdrive by Katy Rose

After our fairytale holiday in Paris we inevitably had to go back to London. Everything, despite the gorgeous weather, seemed so dull.
When we were away I was so careless that I didn't think about what life would be like when I came home.

My friends were more understanding that I wanted some time with my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong they were a little pissed that I up and left for almost a month that we could've rehearsed but once I told them I'd written like a billion more love songs they were pretty excited.

With my boss I managed to haggle my way out of not getting fired so long as I had no more paid leave for the rest of the year. Of course this wasn't ideal but it was bearable.

Timothée's French magazine shoot was a huge success and offers started pouring in. I was happy for him and lucky that most of these jobs were in London too. However, it did mean he was busy and couldn't see my band every Friday as he used to though he'd try his best to make it.

One particular Friday when he couldn't make it the set went great and at the end of it when we all went back to the bar a man approached me.
"Hey, I just saw your set and boy are you guys great." He was a tall white haired man with a striking Californian accent.

"My names Nick." He extended a hand I shook it.
"Y/n. You're American Nick?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm my boyfriend's American too."
"Oh Uh I'm not hitting on you."
"Oh you're not." I said, embarrassed at my abrasive tone.

"Uh well not now."
Okay I was justified I thought taking a sip of my drink.
"Anyway I work for Columbia
records-"
I chocked on my drink.

"No fucking way."
He laughed nervously.
"Well I thought your set was great and I'd really like to set up a meeting with a few people I know."
"Abso fucking lutly." I took a napkin from the bar. "Hey you got a pen?"
"Uh yeah." He opened his blazer and passed me a pen.
I scribbled my number down on the napkin.

"This is my number. Call literally whenever."
"Good to know." He winked and took the napkin walking away.

A few days passed and me and the girls preformed some of our best songs for the businessmen. Everything went well so well in fact-

"You will not believe what's just happened!" I said running into Timmy's apartment scooting right past him and jumping onto the sofa.
It was late at night and he was wearing a baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts.
"Woah, nice to see you to y/n."
"Oh sorry baby." I stood up again and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just so excited right now."
"Well what's happening tell me."
We both sat down on the sofa together now.

"So last week this guy saw our set and he came up to me afterwards. At first I thought he was hitting on me so I brought up the old boyfriend line that usually knocks 'em away-" subtly Timmy smiled at this. "But then he explained that he worked for this record company and I gave him my number and the next thing you know BAM!" I snapped my fingers

He looked at me blankly.
"What?"
"I got a record deal! We're making an album!"
"Holy shit y/n that's great!"
"I know!"
He pulled me in for a tight hug.
"I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you baby."

A/N : I've got good plans for this storyline :)