Run Away {Bastille || Dan Smith || Kyle Simmons} [ON HOLD]

Chapter One

Anwen and Carys were both awakened by the housekeeper and her typical french accent. 

Anwen groaned and turned on the bed, while Carys yawned and gracefully walked out of it.

Carys stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She got out and chose a white and pale pink floral dress, a beige sweater and white flats.

After fifteen more minutes of sleep, Anwen was called again. She slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower too. She got out and put on skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt, a dark green hand-knitted sweater and white converse.

- Sweethearts, your father's back in Cardiff. - Agnes said once Anwen entered the dining room, joining Carys. The girls nodded. Ignoring their indifference, the housekeeper proceeded. - He offered a dinner to England's Prime Minister. - The girls started paying a bit more of attention as they heard ''England''. - There's going to be a reception tonight, here. I heard it'll be something big. There'll be flowers, a banquet, even more servants... - Agnes kept talking and the girls stopped paying attention again and just concentrated on their food. - Even a band. - The girls immediately looked up.

- A band? - Anwen swallowed a bite of her apple. 

- What kind of band? - Carys sipped her strawberry juice. 

Agnes smiled at the girls' sudden interest and undeniable love for music. 

- All I heard is that it's an English band. - She pecked Anwen's cheek just to annoy her; she left the girls sighing, clearly impatient. They knew the housekeeper knew more about it, she just wouldn't tell them. As if reading each others mind, they said, at the same time:

- Guess we'll have to wait and see. 

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My brand new fanfic, yay! (like i don't have enough fanfics going on already, argh) 

Anyway, do you think this is interesting? Would you like to read more or should I just forget about it? Please, let me know. x (: