Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

Dorks

It's been a year since the boys left, I found myself a job in a small coffee shop in LA, making enough money to support myself. I still spoke to the boys but not nearly as much as I did at the start which is understandable, they were busy touring with One Direction and living the dream and I was here in this coffee shop, turning cranky people slightly less cranky and cleaning up coffee stains. Michael and I are still dating, I plan to spend some time with him whilst they're all on tour, my friendship with the boys is still as strong as it was when they left. I couldn't be more proud of my dorky bad boy best friends.

One morning as I was cleaning up spilt coffee from the rush of people late for work, the radio was playing through the speakers just loud enough to hear but not loud enough to piss off any hipsters that are trying to get there already over due work done. I heard Luke's voice, it wasn't him talking, he was singing, I stopped everything and continued to listen, that's when I heard it.

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart and I know now, that I'm so down. Let's get out, let's get out 'cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down. While I was out, I found myself alone thinking, if I showed up with a plane ticket and a shiny diamond ring with your name on it would you wanna run away too?

Memories from when Cal told me about them booking their first gig came flooding back to my mind, how excited he was to tell me the big news and how I asked if he got my name tattooed in an arrow heart and a shiny diamond ring with my name on it, I was kidding but he remembered. I spent the rest of the day scrubbing tables with a cheesy grin plastered on my face, even though they're thousands of miles away they still manage to make me smile. What dorks