One Song (A Script fanfic) (Completed)

Chapter 4

Ok so I am soooo happy that people had read this far. I think it's the most successful thing I've written. :) thanks! Bear with me for this chapter as it is quite slow. :)

Selena's POV

I couldn't get him out of my head.

For the past eight hours I had thought about him. I mean, yes I was a big fan, but this was ridiculous. His face filled my thoughts, swirling around in a mess of random feelings and emotions.

Throughout the entire journey back to England, I had sat on the ferry, staring into space. At one point Sam had thought I'd fallen asleep with my eyes open. I just couldn't focus on anything. Every time Sam tried to strike a conversation with me, even when she moped about leaving Sean behind in Dublin I barely heard.

As we got in a taxi to our University, Sam tried to talk to me again.

"Lena?" She began. "Are you sure you're ok?" I nodded.

"I've already told you, I'm fine." I insisted. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" She said. "You're really not yourself. If I had spent the day with The Script I'd been jumping off the walls!" I laughed.

"Yeah I know." I agreed.

I paid the taxi driver and we both got out, happy to finally be back at our house. We'd rented it together with two other students at the start of our first year. It was small, but homely.

I unlocked the door and collapsed onto the dark blue sofa as soon as I got into the living room.

Sam and I had decorated it together, arguing about the colour scheme the whole time. Eventually we'd settled on dark blue and white.

The main wall was blue, while the rest of the walls were painted white. The large tv was on a stand against the wall, switched off for once. Caty's old stereo sat beneath it, along with a wide selection of all our CDs.

Our taste in music varied from my All Time Low, Mcfly, Green Day and The Script CDs, to Caty's Jessie J, Kelly Clarkson and Ellie Goulding albums.

A large bookshelf, filled with mainly study books, stood against the far wall, facing the bay window that looked out onto the street. I'd missed this place.

I hurried upstairs, dragging my bags with me and making my way to my bedroom. It was quite tidy, small, but I made the space count.

I'd pinned my favourite poster (The Script, naturally) to the wall beside my bed, which was covered with a quilt that my gran had made. Not much of the room matched, but I didn't care. I'd painted the walls white, but I was forever painting and drawing on the main wall. Patterns and swirls ran along the wall, and a few sketches of my favourite things were set within the swirls.

My desk was pushed against the wall, in front of the window which looked out onto the tiny back garden. The paper I had been working on was spread out on the desk, covering my laptop. I had taken art and history for my A-levels, and had now carried them on to Uni. The heading 'How far did the Ancient Greek myths and legends shape the lives of the Greek people?' stood out at the top of the page. I'd always loved ancient history.

I started to unpack my bags and placed all of my clothes in the small wardrobe in the corner. I didn't take many clothes from home, I usually only wore jeans and a t-shirt. I took out the last items from my bag. A beige t-shirt with a black cross design on it, black skinny jeans and a pair of tattered black Converse. I smiled and hung them up neatly. I placed the Converse under my bed, where I kept all of my shoes in neat rows.

After finally sorting out all of my things, I checked on Sam. She had been doing the same. Paper littered her room, images of X-rays, procedures, animal welfare. "Blimey Sam, when did you last clean up?" I cried. Sam looked at me apologetically.