Okay extremely sorry for the forever to upload but I have actually had no motivation to write. Every time I write a chapter I end up deleting it. But I will make a deal, if this chapter gets 7 votes I will upload the next one tomorrow? (sorry for the bribery but..)
((p.s. shhh for the sake of the story everyone lives near London because it gets complicated when everyone lives all over the place so shh its all in the name of fanfiction))
Don't forget to vote fan etc
I hope you like it! <<was i the only one who read that in brads voice? Okay..>>
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The week seemed to crawl by. The only thing that broke the monotony was the Little Things cover being uploaded. It was only one of my favourite bands singing one of my favourite songs. And that ukulele. Unf.
I just couldnt get over how perfect it was. It felt like I was back in the shop, listening to it live for the first time. I fell in love with the boys all over again. I texted them, 'loved the new cover, best one yet? x'
It was weird having their numbers. Seriously, Vampettes would kill for them.
Speaking of which, I had decided not to mention Saturday to the rest of the fandom. I didn't want to cause unneccessary drama, especially since everyone was so nice and friendly. I didn't want them to treat me differently.
I did want to tell them how amazing and nice the boys were in person but I just couldn't. They would be my little secret. I wanted it to stay that way.
My phone beeped, and again. A reply from James- 'thanks haha :)' and Tristan- 'whos this?'. Of course Tristan.
The reply from Brad came soon after,'awh stop it youre making me blush x' I grinned like an idiot and texted back.
What felt like soon after I suddenly got a message from O2 saying I had no credit left. Whoops. I checked my phone, scrolling through the pages and pages of texts from Brad. They were all the funniest most random things. And they all made me smile.
I crawled into bed, noticing how late it was, and went on twitter. Bad idea. I spent another few hours DMing Brad and loads of other people. It was like a communal fangirling over over the new cover.
By 1AM I decided I should probably get some sleep. Little Things was a lullaby, helping me to drift off...
I dreamt of the perfect day all over again.
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We had arranged to meet somewhere between our surprisingly close houses on Saturday afternoon. I was excited and nervous at the same time. He wouldn't even tell me where we were going. I had so many questions. What if he was completely different without his friends? What if we had nothing to talk about?
What should I wear for a first date? Should I even call it a date? What if he wants to see me again? What if he tries to kiss me?
No. I had to keep telling myself to calm down. I was just some girl he met in town. A fan. Lucky.
I stolled back into my room in a towel, humming Kiss You. Baby be mine tonight yea- Shiiit, I checked the time. I threw on my skirt, tights and a shirt. I barely had time to dry my hair, let alone straighten it, so i just tied up my curls. I stuffed anything in my leather backpack,remembering not to forget my money this time. I threw on my jacket and headed out, buttoning it up as I half walked-ran down the road. I tried keeping an eye on the time aswell as texting Brad and avoiding getting splashed by careless motorists. I decided I would have time to stop by the shops to get necessary phone credit and chocolate.
I crossed the road, noticing the familiar figure wearing the leather jacket and beanie. 'You're late.'
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