She's With The Band

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

Hi guys!

I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

Aubrey's Point of View:

Ah England. It's brisk out.

I've always wanted to come to England actually. I love English people, I love their accents, the things they say, their traditions and mannerisms, plus... majority of the guys are hot.

When we arrived to England and got off of the plane we were mobbed. Like when I say mobbed, I mean actually extremely freaking mobbed.

Funnily enough, well not so funny at the time- but funny now. I actually got lost from the guys. I was found by some of their security and was taken away. I don't even know how I got lost from them. All I remember is trailing behind them and before I knew it there was a massive group of people pestering them, and I suddenly got separated. Eventually, all was well and I was brought back to them.

Now this part is pretty crazy and honestly just unreal. So once I was brought back to the guys, we actually snuck into some type of van, and here's the kicker... it was like a bread van! Yes the five of us actually managed to cram into the back of the bread van, and were driven all the way to Brendan's town where he grew up. They had us do this because none of the fans would assume we were inside of the van and wouldn't follow the van to Brendan's home town.

It was sweltering inside of the van. I'm not even kidding, my face was beet red and sweat was dripping down everyone's faces because the point of the bread van is to keep the bread hot. So just picture me in the back of a tiny van cramped up with four massive guys, all sweaty, all tired, and all irritated... we couldn't take it for much longer.

Another van took all of our stuff, and dropped it off at Brendan's house. Since we're in England, and the stadium is close to where he lived, he suggested that we stay at his house for a few nights instead of a hotel.

We didn't feel like being crammed in the bread van anymore considering it was very tight in the back, and being that it's a van meant to keep the bread warm, it was sweltering. So we collectively decided we wanted to get out of the van so that we could stretch and walk the rest of the way to Brendan's house. We're kind of far away though, but it's better than being stuck in a hot sweaty bread van, right?

"How is it this cold in July?" I asked with a laugh. Brendan glanced down at me for a second and smiled.

He looked around at the pretty scenery, almost basking in the beauty of his old town. "It's always cold here." He replied, still smiling.

"Where are we?" Dean asked as he adjusted his denim jacket.

He hasn't talked in a while, still upset about Tahlia. And he has every single right to be. I'm surprised that I myself am not more sad. I guess all in all she was my best friend, but it's better not to have someone like that in my life.

I just wish I knew why she did what she did. The real reasoning behind her words.

Or maybe it was just all from the drugs.

I don't know anymore.

"We're at a soccer field." Brendan answered back as the five of us stared at the field.

The five of us were standing in front of a couple of large turf soccer fields. They were all closed off by black painted gates, and they looked very nice. It almost looked like they had been redone sometime recently. The turf was extremely green, the goal posts looked freshly painted, and everything just looked brand new.