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

Chapter Two

- The reception is at 8pm, so be ready by then! - Agnes knocked on each girls' door. She got no answer, as expected, so she just left.

Worrying sick about what to wear, Carys knocked on the sister's door.

- Agnes, please leave. - Anwen grumpily said.

- It's Carys. - The girl hesitantly said.

- Oh, come in.

Anwen was laying facedown on the bed, her guitar next to her, pen and notebook in hands. She sat up and patted the place next to her.

- You seem troubled, Carys. - She sat down. Anwen played with her sister's breast-lenght bright blonde hair, who didn't seem to mind.

- I am! I'm nervous. Dad will be here, and the Prime Minister and that band... how should I act? What should I wear?

- Oh, you are really thinking about going. - Anwen sighed.

- Aren't you? Agnes said we have to go. - Carys was worried. - Also, weren't you curious to know about the band? It could even be...

- No, Carys. It's not gonna be Daughter. - Anwen sighed. The sister would always be dreaming about meeting her favourite band Daughter. But it never happened. Carys made puppy eyes. - Don't do that! - Anwen punched her sister's shoulder playfully and they laughed. 

- But it might be something good! We have to go.

- Carys... 

- Please, Anwen! Please. You know dad will make me go, and I don't want to be alone there. - Carys whined, making some serious puppy eyes and making Anwen's heart melt. 

- Gaaah, okay, fine. - Carys grinned. 

- Let's chose what we'll wear. - She got up and pulled Anwen out of the bed, walking straight to her enormous wardrobe.

***

Two hours later, the girls were ready. 

Carys in a loose red silk dress just above the knees, red and black flats and a black cardigan. Some light make up and a red lipstick. She also put on beautiful golden matching necklace and earrings. 

Anwen was wearing a black satin dress going until half of her thighs, black converse and a black sweater. Black eyeliner skirting her eyes and some lip gloss. She changed her simple transparent ear stretcher to a black one and also put a silver bracelet and matching necklace. 

- Are you really using all stars, Anwen? - Carys asked, sighing. 

- Always. - Anwen answered as she untied her bun, letting the black hair fall in soft waves until her waist.

Carys did the same, but she tied her fringe on the back of the head; it looked like something a princess would do.

They were both gorgeous. 

***

- Carys, sweetheart? - Eus interrupted the two girls in the middle of writing a song with his knock on the door.

They were sitting on the blonde's room with a few of their instruments, trying to compose something. They already wrote songs and composed melodies before, but it's been a long time since any of them did that; they were trying something new doing it together. Anwen sighed heavily, clearly annoyed, and Carys pinched her, making a face, signalling her to respect their father. Anwen rolled her eyes as her sister walked graciously towards the door, which was slowly opened. The mid-age man with gray hair was standing there, grinning. 

- Dad. - Carys smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He chuckled and hugged her back. - How was the journey to England? 

- Good, good. I made a lot of positive negociations and had a bit of free time and got something for you... - He smirked at her sudden excitement. He took his arm behind his back; he held a few old, a bit crushed paper sheets.