Love The Boom

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

I hear a loud bang N on my door with the voice I have known since the first year of high school. 

“Y/N! Wake up! We have an hour before we need to leave!” Morgan yelled as she banged on the door again. 

“Go away!” I yelled, curling up under the covers as I looked around my dark bedroom, my blackout curtains saving my eyes from the sun. 

I groan as I sit up, stretching my arms above my head before getting out of bed and opening my curtains. The drive to the venue was 4 hours away so I had an hour at least to get ready. 

I opened my closet, swiping through the shirts I owned until I found one that was half black and the other half white and black. I grab it, throwing it over my shoulder onto my bed. I also grabbed a suit coat I had gotten from a thrift store that I had died. 

I go over to my dresser and open the drawer of all my pants, grabbing a pair of loose black pants that had similar paintings as the coat. I threw it on the bed with my coat and shirt before sitting down and doing my makeup. I decided to do some sharp eyeliner and dark shadow for my eyes with some clear lip gloss on my lips. I styled my hair quickly before getting dressed. 

“Morgan, where are my shoes?” I yell as I dig through my dresser. 

“By the door!” She yelled back, still getting dressed. 

I rushed out of my room, phone in hand, to the living room where my shoes sat beside the door. I grabbed them, rushing over to the couch before pulling on my shoes. Once I was laced up, Morgan walked in with a red and black dress on with her signature black ‘go away’ leather jacket. She wore black tights under the dress with combat boots on, some silver chains around her neck, her rings on, and some bracelets she is collected over the years. 

Oliver rushes in, rubbing himself along Morgan’s ankles as she grabs her keys from the table. Swiftly Morgan pets Oliver, smiling down at him as she does. 

“You're in charge,” Morgan tells him, making me roll my eyes. 

“He was in charge last time,” I said as I stood up, pulling my jacket down straight. 

“We’ll, I’m not sure where Mango is,” Morgan shrugs. “And Ollie is right here, so…”

“Mhmm,” I hum, shaking my head with a small smirk. 

“Anyways, we got to go,” Morgan opens the door and ushers me out. 

“Why do I have to go anyways? You could not have taken someone else?” I whine, putting my phone in my pocket as I walk out the door. 

“Because everyone who even knows who Palaye Royale is, has work,” Morgan tells me. 

“Royale Palaye? Who?” I look over at her as we rush down to her car. 

“Palaye Royale,” she corrects me.

“The dudes I have hanging up on my walls. The endless t-shirts?” I look at her blankly as she tries to tell me, once again, who Palaye Royale is. 

“Whatever, we don’t have time for this,” she opens the apartment door, holding it open for me as I walk through. “We have 4 hours until we have to be there!”

As we stood in line outside the venue, I decided to look them up. They were interesting to look at, with their smudged eyeshadow, long dark hair, piercing eyes, and overall grunge look was not something you saw with every other boy band. But that is what made them less of a boy band? I pulled out my earphones I had left in the pocket of my jacket and decided to give them a quick listen as we waited.