Things We Lost To The FlΔmes (BΔSTILLE fanfic)

The Run Δway

I had been at the care home, or hell hole, as I call it, for three months. I was sick of it. They wouldn't let me see Sam, or go out, or anything. I hated it here. The only thing I had that stopped me from just flipping out, was Bastille. I would listen to them all the time. No one would talk to me, apart from Josie, one of my roommates, she was the only one brave enough to talk to me. I just sat in my room and listened to Bastille, all day, everyday. We were homeschooled but I never went downstairs to have the lessons.

"LILY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Miss Duncan shouted up. I called her miss dickhead.

She stormed into my room and grabbed me by my hair. She dragged me down to the tutor as I screamed and tried to break out of her grasp. She threw me into the room and shut the door. Locking me in with the tutor. I flipped. I screamed and smashed the window with a chair. I jumped out and ran as fast as I could away from that hell hole. I had ran all the way from the home, which was on the edge of the centre of London, to the middle of the centre. There was a big crowd of people gathering around something, or some people. I decided to walk past them to see what the fuss was. I couldn't quite tell because there were to many people. All I saw was a flash of dark hair sticking up. I walked past and towards the park. I sat down on the swing and just thought about what I'd done. Before Martin died, before my parents died, I was the happy cheerful girl who wouldn't do anything like smash a window or just flip out. But now look at me. I'm broken. I sat there for what felt like minutes but when I checked my phone I realised that I'd been sat there for three hours. I got off the swing and walked through London. I was heading back to Sam's house. I hope she didn't hate me. I turned the music up so I could hear what was playing and it was 'things we lost in the fire'. The tears ran down my face and I looked at my feet, I took my glasses off and put them in my pocket. I sat down at a bench, my whole body was shaking as I cried. I pulled my hood up and drew my knees to my chest and sobbed into my hands. I used to be such a kind sweet girl, then my parents died, but Martin helped me through it and now that he's gone, I just broke down. I was badly behaved and I had a really bad temper. I cried harder as I remembered my life with my parents. I sensed someone sitting next to me and they put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up and gasped. It couldn't be... Was I hallucinating? He seemed so real. But as I looked into his deep blue eyes that were full of concern, I finally believed that this was really happening. The man sitting next to me was Dan Smith.

"Oh-oh my g-god" I pulled my headphones out of my ears and paused the music, that was sung by the very same man that was sitting next to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His voice was heavenly. I wiped the tears away, coming back into reality. I slipped my glasses back on and I was just staring at this godlike man in front of me.

"D-Dan S-Smith" I stuttered. My eyes were bulging out of my head. I was finally meeting my idol.

He laughed nervously and my heart pounded. "Yeah" he said shyly. "I guess you've heard of me then" he chuckled slightly. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"Y-yeah" I suddenly returned to the kid I once was. My insides warmed and a smile crept across my face. "You're my idol!" I said more confidently.

"Thanks" he laughed. "So, are you okay? Because I saw you a minute ago, you looked pretty upset."

I opened my mouth to speak but I closed it, not knowing what to say. I just shook my head.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Lily" I smiled. He held his hand out and I shook it.

"Do you want to come to my flat? I'm having pizza" he smiled. "But, not in some weird stalker way, I just thought, to cheer you up"