A Day (Vikkstar123/Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

The next morning, Sophie was up before all of her alarms, and ready to go on time for once. She dragged her cases into the elevator and made it out onto the street. She had booked a taxi to take her to the train station as no way in hell was she walking two miles there. She might love Bath, but after 3 years there wasn't much left she hadn't seen, and the walk to the station was very much etched into her memory. Soon, the taxi arrived, and she bundled her things into the car. The drive was slow, but not as slow as the walk would have been, so Sophie turned her attention to her phone. There was a text from her brother, and a notification from Twitter. She unlocked it and tapped on her brother's name to read the message. 'Won't be able to meet you at the station cause I'm at the gym, but I'll send you the house address. There's a key for the back door under the mat in case none of us are back yet. smell ya later'. Sophie sighed at her brother's immaturity and copied the address, saving it to a note page on her phone. Typical of him not to come meet me, she said to herself. Then again, he had a life and a busy schedule, and friends; all of which she didn't, so she understood if he couldn't take time out of his day just to get her to his house so he could watch her unpack her stuff, and most likely go to sleep. She hated travelling.

Whilst she had been mentally berating her brother about being a typical university socialite, a new tweet from Vik appeared on her screen: '@Vikkstar123: got the whole day free, any suggestions? Might vlog if it's good'. Ah, screw it, she thought, before typing out a reply, '@sophiewho: @Vikkstar123 help me find my brother's house somewhere in London, idiot's given me the address and left me to it..' then posted it. She didn't expect a reply; the guys rarely interacted with fans on social media, and when they did, people went absolutely crazy for it. She locked her phone again and stared out of the window. With it being relatively early in the morning, there weren't many cars around, the odd bus maybe, and soon enough the train station was in sight. She paid the driver and once all her stuff had been unloaded, she headed inside.

For some reason, she always got really nervous when having to travel places, especially when she'd pre-booked the tickets. Scenarios of where she would get on the wrong train, or miss it entirely would constantly run through her mind, making it difficult for her to even process her surroundings. Luckily, this time it was just a straight train all the way to London. Making her way to the time-boards, Sophie skimmed them for her train, and checked its corresponding platform. It always helped her to get there early, that way she could never miss it, or get on the wrong one, despite her fear. She headed to the platforms and waited for her train to arrive. It was supposed to get to the station in roughly 10 minutes, so she sat on her suitcase and unlocked her phone. I am forever on this damn thing, it's gotta stop she thought. Still, she opened up Twitter again and scrolled for a while. Vik's tweet reappeared, and she tapped on it to see the replies. Some of them were hilarious suggestions, fans demanding him to go all the way out to Australia, for the day, or drive out to some other place in the country to visit them while they were at school or something. It's ridiculous, she scoffed, as if he's going to get on a plane to Australia, FOR ONLY ONE ACTUAL DAY, just to meet a couple fans, then fly all the way back, THE SAME DAMN DAY, and carry on like it's a completely normal thing. No. You're kidding yourselves here and you all know it, she shook her head at them. The vast majority were younger than her, and a witty comment about the running 'Vikkstar123 and his 12-year-old fans' joke popped into her head. Biting her lip, she suppressed a sly smile and carried on reading. She noticed he hadn't replied to any of them, and couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, even though she knew that there was no way in hell that out of the thousands of replies, he would have replied to hers. Still, it would have been nice.

A loud whistle blew in her ear and she jumped, dropping her phone. A train marshal was stood next to her, looking down the tracks at an approaching train. Since hers was the only one on this platform in the next half hour, she knew that it was the one heading to London. She got up off her perch on the edge of her case and picked up her phone. She knew there wouldn't be any cracks; the damn thing hadn't broken once. Apart from the couple of times she'd dropped it in water and had to bluff the insurance guys that it was because she listened to music in the shower, therefore the constant exposure to water vapour must have done something. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten away with that. Twice. She grabbed her case as the train rolled to a stop in front of her, and headed to the nearest door. She'd reserved a seat just in case it was really busy in the quiet coach, but to her surprise when she got there, it was practically empty. There were a couple of other students on their laptops, and an old man and woman sat silently in a window seat at the back, but other than that there was no-one. Sophie pushed her case into the rack and slid into a seat with a table. Of course she'd brought her laptop as well; she couldn't hope to survive with just her phone for three weeks. God knows what would have happened. She immediately plugged it into one of the charging ports and turned it on. She sent out a silent thanks to whoever came up with the idea to put Wi-Fi on trains, and logged in. The journey would last approximately 2 hours, so she had some time to kill. However, given the fact she was going to work on her dissertation, she knew the time was going to kill her. Nevertheless, she plugged in her headphones, and set to work.

Despite her earlier thought, the time went by in a blink, and she was still writing when the train pulled into King's Cross. One of the students tapped her on the shoulder and pointed outside. Sophie's eyes widened as she realised, and thanked the girl before hastily packing away her things. She had gotten quite a lot done and was impressed by how well she'd worked. She never got that much done when she was in the library back at the university. Probably because there were so many distractions, such as her phone, or that hot guy three tables over studying a book bigger than his head; Law students had it so bad. She got up and hurried to the rack where she'd put her case, and dragged it onto the floor. Checking she hadn't left anything behind, she strode onto the platform and headed towards the exit. Now for the hard part, she grumbled to herself, Thanks for nothing, Tom.. The station was by far the busiest she'd ever seen it, being almost midday and the day after the last day of term. Families were rushing around trying to find the right platform without losing each other, and everyday people on their way to work were trying not to get trampled in the crowds as they attempted to get out. Sophie focused on where she was going, and weaved around the people standing about waiting for their trains. After what seemed like forever, she finally stepped through the doors and breathed in the cool London air.

It was even busier outside, and people grumbled as they tried to make their way around her, some even shoving her out of their way. She'd been to London before, and so headed towards the nearest underground. It was only when she got to the ticket station that she realised that she had no idea what zone her brother's house was in. With two people in front of her in the queue, she pulled up the note she saved on her phone with the address on, and grabbed a tube map from a rack on the wall. I should have done this earlier, she thought, cursing at her disorganisation. Looking up, she saw that it was her turn to buy a ticket. She walked up to the booth and smiled apologetically at the woman sat there. She did not look like she needed another tourist asking for directions. "I'm really sorry, but I was just wondering if you knew what zone this address is in? I'm spending the holidays at my brother house, but he failed to mention how to get there and in all the times I've visited London, I've never been outside zone 2 so this is a new thing-" she stopped herself, realising she had started to go off point. She smiled again, as the woman behind the glass had started looking slightly angry. "Look, I've had a really shitty shift so far," the woman started, "I've been sat here for God knows how long, and you want me to look up an address for you?" Sophie's smile fell and a feeling of nausea filled her stomach as fear gripped her mind. She hated confrontations; she avoided them at all costs. Her heart sped up as she looked between the stressed woman and the growing queue behind her. There was no way she was going to do as she's asked, no matter how politely she smiled. So, she took a breath and she nodded, "Can I just get an Oyster card or something that will let me go everywhere for the next three weeks?" The woman's face relaxed from the frown that crumpled her eyes into slits, and started tapping away on her keyboard. A few seconds later, the woman handed her a purple card and said, "Just scan this at the ticket gates, and you'll be able to go anywhere. You can use it for buses as well, but no-one ever does. That'll be £60.99, please." Sophie's mouth dropped open and she closed it immediately, pulling out her card and waving it at the woman. She quickly paid, grabbed the new card and rushed off, conscious of the mutterings of the people behind her. Her heart rate was still faster than it should be, and she reached into her pocket to find her inhaler. She pulled it out and took a couple of puffs, closing her eyes for a few seconds to calm her mind. She was about to set off again when she realised, Where the hell am I actually going?

A/N These are probably going to get longer; I've only just realised how short they are in reading time compared to how many words they have. 
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