𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✹ 𝐠. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢 - 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬

Haven

Next morning was normal. I was feeling generally okay and the pit of my stomach that decided to form last night had left. It was as if I was almost looking forward to going out tonight. Seconds faded to minutes that went to hours and suddenly I found myself almost ready to leave. Kaileigh had lent me a dress of hers to wear for tonight and after redoing my eyeliner 20 times I was actually ready. I did one last checkup in the mirror, brushing out my hair and tucking it behind my ears, smoothing down invisible creases and then taking my tucked hair out from behind my ears.

I took my handbag from off my bed which was almost empty except for my phone, wallet, lip gloss and a random packet of gum I found two hours ago there from the last time I went out and showered myself with my lavender vanilla perfume before shutting my bedroom door behind me.

Johnny was downstairs sprawled on the couch, dressed in all black, and scrolling leisurely on his phone. "Okay I'm ready" I spoke from behind him, fixing the top of my strapless dress which had moved around. He looked over his shoulder and the look on his eyes bordered shock. My brows furrowed but then a small smile formed on his lips. "Wow, you actually look great, who would've guessed."

I roll my eyes as he stands up and goes around, ruffling my hair when he passes. I do not miss the opportunity to hit him in the arm when he does and a chuckle rumbles through his chest. "Are we picking up Gerard or is he already here?" I ask as we walk out the front door and the cold Irish night air hits me everywhere that isn't covered by the piece of black fabric hugging me. "We're picking the lads up on the way" Johnny calls out as he goes around his car and to the driver's seat.

I hummed as I got into the passenger's side and Johnny reared the engine up, driving off into foggy streets lit up by street lamps. Small talk filled the car as Johnny and I just joked around. These moments I enjoyed, when he was relaxed and not so concentrated on rugby or school or Shannon. I liked Shannon, don't get me wrong, she was a sweet girl. But sometimes she took a lot of my brother's time and after 17 years of him being single and the only constant women in his life were my ma and me it was a bit of a shake up when she got into the picture. She took up a lot of his little free time and with good reason, they were a couple. But I missed my older brother. Nevertheless these moments made it worth it, it reminded me that I was still a constant presence in his life.

We pulled up to Gerard's house and Johnny called him once. Then again. Then again. Then again. Then again. Then he finally picked up. "Gibs what the hell I've called you like a million times..." Johnny spoke to the phone while he ran a hand through his face "yes...no...i'm outside move your asses...more people? Yeah sure whatever...no i don't want you to sit on my lap while i drive its fucking dangerous...Jesus Christ...no...Jesus that's just disgusting...he's doing what? My god just pick it up...yeah yeah hurry up, we're outside...Haven's here not Shan...okay bye"

"They'll be out in five" Johnny informed me with a sigh after a very...active phone call with his blonde best friend.

"I can switch to the back if one of the guys wants to sit here because their legs are longer" I tell Johnny, looking out the window to the house right in front of me, whose lights were all on.

"Nah let them suffer, they deserve it after making us wait for so long. Besides, I like you here up front with me" Johnny sniggers while shifting on the seat and opening his messages to probably text Shannon.

"Is Shannon going as well?" I asked just to keep the conversation going, but his eyes were glued to the screen and my mind threatened to wander off to Gerard and what he wore and how he looked and if he would think I look good.

"No, her parents didn't let her go out tonight" He replies vaguely, I don't pry. I never did when it came to her.

The front door to Gerard's house opened. I had assumed 'the lads' probably referred to Feely and maybe Hughie since he lived right across from Gerard. But no. Out came Gerard, then Feely, then Hughie, then a head of pin straight blonde hair belonging to none other than Lizzie Young, then a head of curly blonde hair who by assumption was Claire's. I glanced over at Johnny who pressed his head to the steering wheel. The backdoor opens and everyone spends a good 2 minutes arguing about who goes where. They ended up deciding that Lizzie is sitting on Claire's legs after a back and forth between Claire and Gerard with her not so lightly suggesting she should sit on him.