My Brother's Bandmate

Six

You can do this, Gehna. Yep I can do this. Okay here we go...

I am standing in front of the door opposite my room which is Franchesca's room. The sleepover yesterday went surprisingly well though one couldn't imagine the amount of screams that came out of me, there were numerous. Halfway through the movie the girls borrowed some cotton from Angel and stuck it in their ears. Well I guess this is what happens when u force a 'not a fan of pointless horror movies made to scare shit out of people' to watch a horror movie. Which is me. I seriously am not a fan of them. Like No. The rest of the night went by , them trying to scare me through those scary voices and me giving them blank stares. Guess I wasn't so scared after the movie was over. I told you it was pointless anyway.

Back to where I am now. Since Franchesca is Harry's girlfriend, I thought why not make a new friend? I mean having your crush's girlfriend as an enemy is not good, like really not good. So before I can chicken out I knock on the door. Waiting patiently for someone to open the door I stand in the middle of the hallway, tapping my foot on the ground to a certain beat. I hear a cough and than more follow. Yeah must have been Franchesca. She sounds really bad. When the door opened I see a fresh and cheerful Franchesca at the door. Wasn't she like coughing a second ago and where is Harry. Isn't he supposed to take care of her?

"Hey. Nice to see you. Thanks for those pills you gave Harry yesterday. As you can see I am so much better.", Franchesca says .

"It's no problem. Where is Harry?Is he inside?", I try to step in the room but she blocks me from doing so. I give her a questioning look.

"Oh he is in the shower .", she says slowly. Come on who takes a shower at 3 in the afternoon.

"He woke up late.", she says taking in my confused expression. Well explains why he wasn't at breakfast again this morning.

I simply nod.

"So what brings you here?", She asks me.

"Um I was wondering why don't we get to know each other. We haven't spoken much to each other since we met. You're Harry's girlfriend, you're part of our group now.", I tell her my purpose of visit.

"Sure I love the idea. Let's go and talk in your room shall we?" She motions her hands towards my room and shuts the door behind her. While she shuts the door I hear another cough. Huh? Was that Harry? Franchesca doesn't seem to hear the cough and even if she did she doesn't show it. Whatever.

We enter my room and Franchesca plops down on my bed.

"So what shall we talk about?", she asks me.

"Tell me bout yourself.", I say wanting to know about her.

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An hour later and I know that her full name is Franchesca Marie Churchill. She's an American- Iranian, her father being an American and mother the Iranian, but came to London a few years ago to complete her studies. She is 23 now and is a cancer specialist, meaning she treats patients who have cancer in their larynx which is the voice box. Cool right. Who knew she would turn out to be miss smarty pants. We get along rather well though, seeing as we have done nothing but laugh at each other's pathetic jokes after she spoke about herself.

"I should really get going.Harry must be waiting.", Franchesca says after we finish our last set of laughter. This girl truly is something.

"Sure, it really was a pleasure hanging out with you.", I smile gently. She nods too smiling. She gets up from the bed and heads towards the door.

"Bye Franchesca.", I call out.

"Bye babe", she shuts the door quietly. Well that's a first. I have not had anyone calling me that before, but it'll do.