We're Cheeky and We Know It - Jack and Finn Harries YouTube Fan Fiction

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Hello! I've been studying and let's pray it'll pay off (fingers crossed!)

But I decided to write today. And I conjured this up (some of it was written absolutely ages ago!) - it's not perfect but it's not that bad either, so I do hope you enjoy :D It's lovely to be back on Wattpad (I've not been on it for ages!)

Currently loving Lawson's new song... it's so brilliant.

Anyways, I shall shut up now and I hope you like it!

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Oh my God, am I still alive?!

My mouth opens but no noise comes out and I can't think of how much of an idiot I must look like. He just keeps smiling and I knock myself back to Planet Earth. I snap my mouth shut and then open it again.

But I have no idea what to say.

So I close it again.

I probably look like a goldfish doing jaw exercises.

What even are jaw exercises?

Ugh, Chloe, concentrate!

This is you chance!

Chance to do WHAT?

I limply shake his hand before suddenly realising we've already shaken hands. And I think he already knows my name - I can't actually remember.

He has destroyed my mind from being able to actually think.

"So... what brings you here tonight?" he asks, his voice dripping with honey-like slickness, with the gentle and fluid schoolboy accent going completely in his favour and driving me absolutely insane. It's sickeningly gorgeous and I instantly decide that my future husband had better have the same accent, otherwise I'll never be satisfied.

It's guys like him who leave girls with unbelievable standards.

I have to decipher his question, as if it's some sort of encrypted coded message. My brain takes far too long analysing it. I realise I don't actually know what he means... What brings you here? What does that actually mean? It doesn't seem to make sense or fit the situation and -

Oh, he means why are you here.

How am I so DIM?!

He's looking at me, slightly puzzled and I feel myself flushing red but I manage to stutter out a fluffy answer. "I... play the violin," I say and I honestly can say I must sound like an absolute twit.

"That's impressive," he says and then grins. "I could never do that, it looks way too hard."

"I'm sure you could," I say politely, and then wonder if this conversation is going to diminish into a painful, awkward silence.

"Nah," he says, jokingly, in a nasally voice and I laugh nervously, unsure of how else to respond, and he pulls that damn-sexy grin again. Ugh! I'm internally DYING - it should be ILLEGAL for anybody to be this attractive.

ILLEGAL.

"So, you're serious about music then? I'm assuming you go to the music school, right?" he says, very casual and laid-back. I wonder if he knows I'm fangirling over his absolutely blooming gorgeous face?

I cringe, and I feel myself blush. AGAIN.

"Yeah," I say, awkwardly. "I'm majoring Music."

I then feel like a total derp. DUH I'm majoring Music if I go to a MUSIC SCHOOL.