Headphones - a connor ball and bradley simpson fanfic

Chapter 7 - the note

Chapter 7

(Still Connor’s P.O.V)

“Come on man! Open it up” Tristan said, nudging me in the arm.

“Yeah come on Con, open up the letter from your ‘girlfriend’.” Brad giggled, putting a stupid girly voice on and elongating the word ‘girlfriend’ whilst jumping around on the sofa behind me. Even though I’m the youngest, brad is without a doubt the most childish in the band, scratch that he is the most childish person. Period. The other day Tristan wouldn’t buy him a pic n mix from the petrol station and he sat in the pile of baskets, sulking in a penguin onesie what 18 year old does that?

After about 7 minutes of the boys trying to convince me I accepted defeat and opened the note. But not before running and locking myself in the bathroom and leaving the boys questioning outside and me to read the note in private.

Connor is it?

Erm ... im really sorry about your headphones the other day, I swear I never meant to take them. I promise.

Oh Jesus, Connor. She must think you’re a right dick! Well done bell end.

Anyway, Its really nice that you errrrr... dedicated that song to me. Well your friends did but. It was kinda like you did I guess. Anyway thanks, if you’d ever erm like to meet up or something then im here for 2 weeks. Doubt you’d really want to? You probably have a girlfriend! Oh shit, I bet you have a girlfriend! Ignore what I said please if you do. But errr, if not here is my number 07756230184 (this is a made up number)

From/love Elle x

I couldn’t believe my eyes! There, written in her perfect loopy handwriting was the word ‘love’. Was this love? I know I’ve never felt like this before but I’m not sure what I actually feel. Every time I see that chocolate brown hair and chocolate brown eyes I feel like my heart is going to drop out of my ass! WAIT!! Did she ask me out? I was a massive dick to her and she actually wants to see me again. Elle, what a perfect name, I’ve never heard of that name before but all I want to hear is her say it in that stupidly cute British accent of hers. I walked out of the toilet stuffing the note into my coat pocket and acting like nothing happened, only to be rugby tackled to the ground by James (he thinks he’s Mr. big man now that he goes to the gym.)

“Arghhhhhhhhh,” I screamed as my head bounced off the hardwood floor, “what was that for, man?” I questioned James as he led on top of me.

“What did the note say, bitch?” he laughed in my face, trying to keep in character but failing miserably.

“Note? What note?” I questioned, “Oh right that one, oh I don’t know, I just went for a shit mate” I said pushing James off me and standing up whilst brushing myself off. The boys couldn’t help but laugh at that but I knew I had read it. And they knew I had read it. And they were eager to know what it said. This could be a very long day.