Please don't judge me I'm not good at typing stories but I can write them! Enjoy, and thanks.
Y/N P.O.V.
I wake up in the morning and get a phone call. I answer it.
"Hello?" I ask, my morning voice rich and croaking. Vikk, my brother, answered the phone.
"Hey sis, how ya doin'?" He asked.
"I'm doing good what do you want." I reply, sitting up on my bed.
"I was wondering if you like to come live with me and the guys?" He asked with hopefulness in his voice. "I guess I could. I'll try to fly down today, be at the airport."
" 'Kay, love ya sis!" Vikk sounded like he smiled through the phone.
"I love you too." I smile before hanging up.
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I hop from my bed, wearing a (f/c) polo shirt and some blue-jean capris.
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After the long plane ride, I got a text from Vikk. He asked if I was there and I sent 'yep'. It took me ages but I found him. He leads me to a car.
~Time Skippy~
We get to him and his friends' house. We take my stuff in and start singing Classic by MKTO.
'Hey! Where's the drums?
Oh whoa-oh-oh-oh
Let's go!
Ooh girl you're shining
Like a 5th avenue diamond
And they don't make you like they used to
You're never going out of style
Ooh pretty baby
This world might've gone crazy
The way you save me
Who can blame me
When I just wanna make you smile?
I wanna thrill you like Michael
I wanna kiss you like Prince
Let's get it on like Marvin Gaye
Like Hathaway
Write a song for you like this
You're over my head
I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
One of a kind, living in a world gone plastic
Baby you're so classic
Baby you're so classic
Baby you,
Baby you're so classic
Four dozen roses
Anything for you to notice
All the way to serenade you
Doing it Sinatra style
I'm a pick you up in a Cadillac
Like a gentleman bringin' glamour back
Keep it reel to reel in the way I feel
I could walk you down the aisle
I wanna thrill you like Michael
I wanna kiss you like Prince
Let's get it on like Marvin Gaye
Like Hathaway
Write a song for you like this
You're over my head
I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
It's love on rewind,
Everything is so throwback-ish (I kinda like it, like it)
Out of my league
Old school chic
Like a movie star
From the silver screen
You're one of a kind living in a world gone plastic
Baby you're so classic
Baby you're so classic
Baby you're so classic
Baby you're class and baby you're sick
I never met a girl like you ever 'till we met
A star in the 40s, centerfold in the 50s
Got me tripping out like the sixties
Hippies, Queen of the discotheque
A 70s dream and an 80s best
Hepburn, Beyoncé, Marilyn, Massive
Girl you're timeless, just so classic
You're over my head I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
It's love on rewind,
Everything is so throwback-sh (I kinda like it, like it)
Out of my league
Old school chic
Like a movie star
From the silver screen
You're one of a kind living in a world gone plastic
Baby you're so classic
Whoa oh oh (Yeah, yeah)
Baby you're so classic (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Baby you're so classic
Uuuuuuh uh uh.'
I stop and hear clapping. I bow because I knew I sang great. "Everyone. This is my sister, (Y/N)." says Vikk. I wave and smile. "(Y/N), this is Harry, JJ, Josh, Ethan, those losers and then Si- Wheres Simon?" he asks. "Oh he's up in his room. I can drag him down here." JJ spoke. He ran upstairs and a bit later he comes down with a blond-haired guy.
"Simon meet my sister." Vikk gestured to me. Simon looks at me with a smile and waves. I wave and smile back, my eyes locked with his. We seemed to stare into eachother for a couple of seconds.
(Let's give a little credit to Experimental_Chick for editing this chapter!) She is the best. She is my bestie.
