A Knock At The Door (Bastille Fan Fic)

Her love for bastille

I rolled over and looked at the clock, 2:00 in the afternoon, there was nothing else better to do so I just got my head phones, put them on and blasted my all time favourite band through my ears, that band was bastille. I've been ever so obsessed with them since I was in year 7. Although I loved them that much and classed myself as a stormer, I never did get to go to one of their concerts. Not to mention I have the biggest crush on Dan Smith the lead singer. Tori liked Kyle Simmons the keyboardist. Oh.

As the intro to icarus began, I was thinking about what it would be like to really be there at their concert, so the next day I was to go online and book me and Tori tickets, as you guessed Tori was a stormer too.

It was now 6:29 in the afternoon and I still hadn't unpacked properly, I mean we only moved in yesterday so what do you expect? I put all my clothes in the wardrobes, my shoes at the bottom. I put my toiletries in the bathroom.

After putting everything away it still didn't look right, then I remembered. My bastille posters!

In year 7 I decided to make a bastille wall collage, and now that I've finished uni you could tell I have a lot and I mean a lot of posters.

'Done and Dusted' I said as I pretended to flick dust off my shoulders.

I heard a giggle in my bedroom doorway, it was Tori.

'WOOOOOOW look at all those faces! Won't you get scared at night?' She laughed.

'What? If bastille were in my room? Pffffft no, they'd never leave!' I replied spamming her on the forehead.

We both laughed and decided to go out and get a coffee. I slipped on my white converse, my black skinny jeans and a twin peaks sweater and off we went.

Walking down to the lobby there was men carrying boxes and furniture.

'Looks like someone's moving in' I aimed at door next to ours.

'Looks like it Lay!' She replied. She always called me Lay for short. 'I wonder if they're nice' I added.

After our little conversation about our new neighbour, we headed out onto the streets and straight to costa coffee.