--DNF THE BAND--

Chapter 1

This is my first story that I actually have plans for. Please leave suggestions in the comments, anyways enjoy!

George briskly walked down the cobbled sidewalk, occasionally glancing at the shop displays. The sky was rapidly darkening on the cold winter evening. George stopped to look for taxis coming his way, as he stared at the road he heard a smooth melody coming from behind him. He turned around to see a stairway leading up above an antique shop. The sound continued until a loud curse interrupted the music.

The brunette continued to stare until someone bumped into him. He turned his head to see a curly haired boy wearing a purple hoodie with a yellow swirl in the centre. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The stranger yelped. George was a little surprised by the energy, but hid the look with a smile.

"Oh, no it's fine, I wasn't paying attention." He said plainly, the curly haired boy smiled, then stuck out his hand.

"Hey, I'm Karl!" He said in an American accent. George shook his hand and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, I'm George." Suddenly large drops of rain started to fall all around. The few people on the street ran for cover. Karl raised his hands to cover his head.

"Oh man, the weather in England is honked up." he exclaimed, he then looked over to the brunette who had pulled up his hood.

"Hey, want to come inside? I'm headed to band practice if you wanna watch." Karl said.

"Uh, yeah sure, If it doesn't bother you, '' he replied unsure, he had only known him for a few minutes. Karl turned around and hurried up the steps George had been looking at earlier. George hesitated for a second before following.

When he reached the top of the steps the sound of music had restarted, filling the small hallway with sound. At the top of the stairs was a narrow hallway with three doors coming off it. One at the very back was ajar, letting the melody flow through the building.

Karl beckoned him towards the door. George followed, his curiosity getting the better of him. He entered the warm room, it was bigger than he thought it would be. Inside there was a drum set, three microphones on stands, a keyboard and four amps scattered around the room. A boy with dark hair and a white bandana around his head sat behind the drums. George shifted his gaze to the front of the room where the guitarist's stood, one of them in particular caught his eye. He was tall, had dirty blonde hair and a galaxy of freckles over his face. There was a man standing to the side of the blonde, he had a guitar in his arms and was singing loudly, his soft curls flopped over his head.

He looked back at Karl who was motioning for him to come and sit down, he walked over to a set of mismatched seats which were pushed up against a wall. The room was lit up despite the lack of natural light.

"Karl! What took you so long, we already started practice," said a boy with dark hair that was mostly obscured by a beanie on his head. He also talked in an American accent.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just helping out a friend," He motioned to George who had sat down on a cane chair.

The others had stopped playing to greet Karl, the guy with the beanie looked past Karl to the stranger.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"This is George, George meet Alex," he said as he motioned from George to the newly acquainted Alex. George waved and gave him a nervous smile, which he returned.

"What's taking so long, we only have the studio for two more hours," said the blonde passive aggressively.

"Yeah, calm down. Come on Karl!" Alex pulled him over to the others.

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Hope you enjoyed, i'm going away for a bit but i'll try and update when I can :)