A Song For You, Mate. (ON HOLD)

A Song For You, Mate. - Chapter Ten.

Vanessa's P.O.V.

I groaned as I felt the sunlight taking refuge on my face as it peaked through windows which I had forgotten to pull the curtains closed on. Ugh, it can't be morning already. It felt like I'd only fallen asleep 10 minutes ago. As I just l lay there contemplating whether to force myself up, I found my levels of consciousness slowly increasing after the better part of Fifteen minutes. Finally as I felt like I had enough energy I threw back the covers and stood slouched beside the bed. Taking in my surroundings my eyes fell upon the digital clock based on my bed side table reading 09:28. I sighed as I read it and looked down at my pyjamas which were creased and crinkled. I decided to take a shower in hopes it would help to refresh and wake myself up a little bit more.

Thirty minutes later I was washed, dried and now standing in my walk-in-wardrobe in nothing except a towel scanning my closet for something to wear. Today I decided that I would go with casual clothing as I intended on exploring the town with the boys, and maybe picking up the dogs if they weren't getting delivered to us. Plus after just standing in my bedroom I could tell it was going to be well bloody boiling outside so I couldn't be arsed (aka CBA) to dress up for the time being. After about Five minutes of scanning of clothes, as I didn't want to move everything around and mess up my wardrobe before school started, I finally found an outfit of which I was content with. I picked out a faded dark red or burgundy-ish top I purchased whilst on tour in Scotland, a pair of faded, ripped Levi shorts, and a pair of white vans. Dressed and ready I threw my still slightly wet hair into a bun a proceeded to make my way out of the room glancing at the clock beforehand seeing it read 10:38.

Making my way down the stairs I already heard sounds coming from the kitchen so made my way there. Upon my entrance I saw everybody must have already eaten as there were three plates stacked in the sink, and Conor, Harry and Jake were the only ones in there.

Harry was wearing beige coloured chino shorts, and dark blue V-neck top showing off his very impressive muscles and like I was he was also wearing vans, except his were a dark blue colour instead of white. His Jet Black hair was spiked up as usual and his dark eyes glistened with happiness which I believe can be explained by the amount of food piled high upon his plate.

Jake was next in my eye line as I saw what he was wearing. He was wearing also wearing shorts, except he was wearing grey Nike basketball shorts, a pair of red and white Nike air, and a normal white V-neck shirt. The shirt was not that tight, but it was tight enough that you could easily make out the defined Six-pack gracing his body, and, if one looked close enough, you could slightly make out an Eight-Pack. His hair was styled in the same way it usually was which was a short quiff haircut, and his blue eyes were as bright as ever and filled with amusement as he witnessed Harry wolfing down his food.

Finally my eyes landed upon Conor. Conor, unlike the other two boys, was wearing a pair of stonewashed faded jeans, a pair of Grey Supra high-tops, and a Grey V-neck shirt, also showing off all the arm muscle he had to offer. His Brown hair had under gone a haircut yesterday, a curtsey of my Mother. It wasn't a massive leap of the same hair cut he had the time before, my Mom just cleaned it up a bit more. He had the haircut which consisted of the sides being trimmed to be shorted and the top of the head had the hairs longer giving off a more stylish and business man like quiff for a haircut. His brown eyes were too twinkling with amusement just as Jakes were as He was watching Harry gobbling down his food as he was nibbling on his own piece of bacon.

Snapping out of my little trance I took more of a notice to the fact that Harry was the only one at the kitchen who had a full plate of food while Jake and Conor were just picking at their food now which obviously meant they were full. I swear to God they never stop eating. Rolling my eyes I walked further into the kitchen and made my way towards the cupboards to fetch myself a plate for some food, and a glass for some water.