Headphones - a connor ball and bradley simpson fanfic

Chapter 1 - the train

This is my first fanfic so if its a bit crap then im sorry. This will have smut in it so just to warn you if you sont like it it will be in here. Hope you like it and feel free to comment anything that you think should happen. :)

“Elle, get up! If you want me to take you to the train station then you best be ready in 15 minutes otherwise you’re not going!” my mum yelled up the stairs. Today was the day when I was finally going to meet Rachael. Rachael was a girl I met on twitter a few years ago and we have been pen pals ever since. She knows everything about me and today I will finally meet her.

I rolled out from under the sheets and stumbled towards my wardrobe rubbing my tired eyes. It was deep into November so my grey jeans, a plain black t-shirt, hoodie and a leather jacket would do me nicely. I left my dark brown, wavy/curly, shoulder length hair to fall naturally around my face and applied light makeup to cover my spots and also to make myself look a bit older- otherwise id look like an 8 year old who hit puberty too soon. I would usually make more effort if I was meeting someone for the first time but I feel like I don’t need to with Rach, I feel comfortable around her. I picked up my pre-packed green plaid bag and ran down the stairs, grabbing my phone and purse as I left the house: mum was already waiting in the car as she likes to be 5 minutes early for EVERYTHING which is a lot more annoying than you’d think.

As the train pulled away from the station I waved goodbye to my mum through the window and slunk into my seat and prepared for the long journey ahead. “Shit” I whispered as I rummaged through my bag trying to find my headphones, “shit, shit, and shit! Where the fuck are you, stupid headphones?” Only I could get on a 6 hour train journey and forget my headphones. I sighed and slumped back into my seat, looking around the train. A pair of ice-blue eyes caught my gaze, he stared at me coldly; his eyes were full of hate. I turned away from the stranger but could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head; I ignored him and moved over next to the window and was staring out, and looking at the scenery when I felt a cold hand land on mine; sparks flew up my veins and all over my body making me shiver. I jolted my head to see whose hand it was, only to find the same ice blue orbs staring into mine. I could get a better look at him this time, his honey coloured hair was messy on his head and his blue eyes were what I can only describe as: breathtaking. He had a perfect, chiselled jaw and soft pink lips, and was dressed in black skinny jeans, converse, a plain white t-shirt and a red plaid shirt over the top. He was unreal, like someone had just created the perfect man. He had large, manly hands; one still resting on mine and the other holding a pair of white headphones with the name ‘Connor’ written on the side, in front of my face: he spoke with a soft, deep, almost whisper that made you hang onto every word he said “thought you might want to borrow these.” His words were cold, his slight Scottish accent ringing in my ears. I opened my mouth but couldn’t speak, I just nodded and he dropped them in my lap and turned away. Wow.