𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 • 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

3. Graham Norton? oh god

over 3K words 😭 my fingers ache now - enjoy <3

After your somewhat eventful morning, you managed to get a bit more sleep. Smartly remembering that the 'Do Not Disturb' button is in fact a girl's best friend. You woke up this time to a phone call, you answered sleepily - not even bothering to check the name on the phone.

A soft "hello?" fell from your lips as you listened for a response. Before you could stop yourself you had already sat upright on your bed as shock took over your body.

It was four in the afternoon. You were genuinely confused if you'd died in your sleep and come back to life.

Your manager spoke quickly, telling you to throw on some comfy clothes and get in the car they had sent for you along with a separate car that was sent to Dylan and Oscar who surprisingly were already up, ready and on their way. This wasn't you - you never overslept on media days and especially not on days where you would be interviewed on national television by one of England's most beloved chat-show hosts. You had completely forgot.

Graham Norton was someone you had met a few times, he was the first man to invite Deaf Moths for an interview after your rise to fame and for that you were forever thankful. Graham always said he loved how the dynamic on the sofa felt when you, Dylan and Oscar were there. Hollywood actors and pop singers often couldn't hide their curiosity when the three of you were sitting beside them wearing dark makeup, nothing but black clothes and covered in tattoos and piercings. Luckily for you, and the rest of your band, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the way people looked at you; it was like they were seeing something for the first time when really this was normal in the scene you were in. It's very rare for Rock or even Pop Punk artists to be interviewed on television. Especially British television.

Your band had changed that in just over two years. Every other day you were asked to be on chat-shows and every other day you'd decline as very few cared for the art or the message. They just wanted the look. and something to gawk at. They knew the world adored the band - they knew they adored you especially. People often forgot that there wasn't just Y/N L/N making up Deaf Moths. There was also Dylan and Oscar and you did anything and everything to make sure people remembered.

In the car, your manager called briefly, explaining how when you'd arrive it'd just be the usual routine where you'd go straight to get ready. Graham often found joy in how Deaf Moths were the only guests he'd had in years who refused to have anyone touch their hair or their makeup. It was part of your art and it was your image, there was a particular way everything was done and you had to make sure it was exactly that. It was never perfect, just particular - you didn't wear glamorous makeup as a group, it was slightly messy as was your hair but you did it well; You had mastered the perfect balance.

Rushing into your shared dressing room, you were met with your two favourite faces. "Well hello, miss punctual.. Nice of you to join us!" Oscar joked as he slung his arm around your shoulder limply whilst Dylan barely flinched as he finished lining his waterline with black eyeliner. You let out a laugh in response and went to make a joke back about how it must feel nice that it finally isn't him when you heard a knock on the door.

"Everyone decent in there?" you heard the familiar cheery voice of your manager, Tony, call through the door. All three of you shouted a quick yes before the door cracked open and he slipped in, closing it quickly. You shared a glance with each of your friends, Dylan's of course was through the reflection in the mirror as he was still finishing up on his makeup.

Tony beat you to the joke for once letting out a laugh and pointing at Oliver, "most people would expect me to be the type of manager who's mad when people are late but i have to admit that it must be nice that it's not you being the late one for a change, hey Ol?" Oliver rolled his eyes as he nudged your shoulder repeatedly like an annoying brother, which in a way he was. "yep! i'm so proud of you, chicken! You're just like me!"