Teenage Dirtbag, Baby.-A 1D/Mcfly fanfic.

Smoke in the alley

8,750,000 people. 36 posters went up all over London asking for female singers to audition for right addiction. 793 applications in total. We've seen 456 in total today and, I never knew that people could sound that terrible. Like my ears were bleeding! We started at 9 am, and we just finished, it's 6:30 pm. I felt dead. After our last preformer, who tried drumming and singing at the same time, had failed and left Monique turned to us, displaying a strong grimace on her face. " Okay, that's it for today. Thankfully, i think the only decengt preformer that we got out of today was that chic with the moves," she laughs, faking a dance move. " Now we just gotta pack up and we can head out," she nods at us.

I was so stressed at that point, what if we never find a decent fourth member? We'll never get signed if we can't get one. The boys were gone, off enjoying their sucess, so none of them are here to help or support us. "I'm going outside," I announce. Before standing and exiting out the back door on to a small alleyway, carrying my small bag with me. I turn my head, left and then right, checking that none of the girls were out here. They weren't so I open my bag, reaching around and grasping a small box. I pull it out and flip off the lid. Empty. "Shit," I mutter to myself. I walk down the alley way to where I see a tall man smoking. I approach him slowly, taking in his features. He's tall, maybe 6 foot 4 or 5, muscley, sandy blonde hair and tan skin. He has a smoke hanging out of his mouth, smoke leaking out of his lips. I am about 6 foot away from him now. He makes me feel small, he stands so far over me.

" Can i get a smoke?" I look up at him, waiting for a answer.

"You know," he pauses, scanning over my with his cool green eyes, "a pretty girl like you shouldn't be smoking, it'll wreck you," He looks at me, guilt in his eyes. He coughs, not out of awkwardness, because of the smokes.

"Yeah,yeah. I know. Don't smoke, blah blah blah. Chill, it's not a regular thing, I just need one out stress okay?" I beg him, desperation in my voice. He doesn't even spare me a look, just lights a cig and hands it to me carefully. I take it, holding it between me lips and breathing it in. The smoke in my lunges soothes me almost instantly. I breathe out the smoke in releif.

He coughs again, looking at me, "So, what your name short stuff?" I crinkle my nose in frustration of his comment. he notices and laughs. I spare him a glance and reply "It's Clapton to you giant boy,"

He pokes his tounge at me and replies, "Actually the name's Charlie, and the heights genetic bud,"  I laugh at him. "I haven't seen you 'round here berfore, and I see everyone from 'round these parts. You're new here aren't you?" He mentions, a smug smile on his face.

"yeah stalker, I'm new here, and i have to go. Thanks for the smoke, see ya around Charlie," I wink. Throwing me smoke at the ground and stomping it with my foot, before walking back into the room where the other girls are waiting.

"where've you been?" Roxy questions me.

"I-I was getting some fresh air, I'm tired, lets go home," I drag myself towards the door, exiting the building towads my car to go home. Ready for sleep.