Lola walked home from a shift at the diner that day, tired and honestly not really caring about a thing.
It was midnight, and who knew what the night would bring..
Maybe sketchy and mysterious people.
With the thought, she walked quicker.
Her house was only a few blocks away, which was just her luck.
What was the point of driving if you were five minutes away?
She sighs, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear as she rummages through her mess of a bag for her earphones.
When she retrieves them, she plugs it into her phone, picking one of her favorite songs that got her into the mood of walking in the night like this.
Somebody Else by no one else but her favorite band, The 1975.
She's been to two concerts of theirs already, and somehow she wishes that she could go to all of them just to hear them play their songs live at different times, and different places.
Her room was covered with their posters, and a huge one hung on her ceiling of her most favorite person out there, Matty Healy.
She hoped she would find someone like the man Matty is as a lover, maybe even as a good friend.
But in reality, there was no one really like him, and it sucked.
It was one of her day to day struggles, thinking she could never meet someone as great as Matty, not even Matty himself.
Who would you have breakfast with alive or dead?
Matty Healy.
Lola would easily tell that person her answer, her hopes and dreams.
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As soon as she arrives her apartment, she sits down next to her record player and sets down i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it on and sets the needle onto it.
She already had the album on her phone, as well as all their albums, but listening to the vinyl just brought her back in time.
She loved the feeling.
She lies her head on the wall behind her, releasing a breath in content.
Her peace is disrupted with the chime of her phone as her eyes divert to the device beside her hand.
She lets out another heavy sigh, reluctantly turning it on and staring at the bright screen that had yet another notification.
It was on instagram.
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josh_lh : hello, Lola.
lolaxhale : why are you sliding into my dms
josh_lh : bc i like talking to you??
lolaxhale : well you're ANNOYING
josh_lh : you just spammed me with likes
lolaxhale : you're a swimmer?
josh_lh : yeah
lolaxhale : you have like 274937274 shirtless pictures what
josh_lh : well im just confident
lolaxhale : more like cocky
AND RUDE AS HELL
josh_lh : nothing you say will change my mind
they still suck
lolaxhale : did you mean a change of heart ;;;;;;;))))))
josh_lh : no
lolaxhale : i hate you
josh_lh : well, i hate you too.
lolaxhale : you liked all 30 photos of mine??
josh_lh : never said you weren't beautiful.
your music taste's just ugly
lolaxhale : you are a child
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓
Short Story❝If I believe you, will that make it stop?❞ *・゜゜・. - in which a teenage girl fights a boy who hates her favorite band.