Will POV: Liverpool, UK 6:45 PM. Bastille concert, Night 2. December 10, 2016
We all stand on the roof of the venue, watching Woody (and Steve because we ordered a lot of food) attempt to carry all the takeout down the street. Dan live streams the entire incident on Instagram while Kyle documents it via Twitter. Woody's been stopped by at least 10 fans asking for pictures or just to say hello. I watch happily and laugh at them. Charlie and Dick are nowhere to be found, so I assume they're camped in the backstage room. Yet another fan stops them, taking a picture with them.
"I guess you're popular, Wood!" Kyle screams at the top of his lungs, causing the three of them to all look up. Kyle waves his arms over his head. Dan moves the camera (His phone) to Kyle.
"Your underwear is sticking out." I lie, hoping Kyle has a mini freakout.
"Shit!" He exclaims. "Is this live?" Kyle screeches as he pulls up his jeans.
"Yes..." Dan says in a small voice, hiding behind his phone.
"There is definitely something wrong with you, Daniel Smith. Someone is going to shoot you, someday." Kyle jokes, shakes his head. I peer over the side of the roof. Woody, Steve, and the fan are nowhere to be seen. Dan appears to no longer be broadcasting Woody's misery that is running around in the freezing 6 degree air with bags of Japanese food.
"It's too cold up here." Kyle says, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Let's go inside." We all walk to the door inside, but it opens before we reach it.
"Kyle Simmons, I would've thrown your bloody food down the sewer drain, but you're sharing with Will. He's the least on my nerves right now." Woody says, throwing a bag to Dan.
"Gosh, Woody. I'm so touched." I reply.
Dan POV:
We all walk to the elevator and descend to our backstage room. By that, I mean we get off about three floors above that and go through certain hallways to avoid people. When we get there, we see that Steve had already dished out his bag. Charlie still awaited his food, which was in the bag I'm holding. I see a dish on the coffee table, and by the large amount of wasabi, I can safely assume it's mine. (My order was "the spiciest thing possible, with extra wasabi") I give Kyle his meal for him to share with Will and Charlie his whatever he got. I down my spring rolls and listen to everyone else talk. The opening band starts their set, making this the 8th time I've heard their exact set list. Dick and Woody get in a heated debate over football, so I decide to slip out of the room. As I slide out, I grab my laptop bag. Kyle gives me a look that asks what I'm doing. I hold up one finger to say "one second" and walk down the hall into a closet. I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Kyle. "I have to do something, Ill be right back." I send it and pry open my laptop, half expecting music to start blaring the second it turns on. It does, playing "Sex" By the 1975 quietly. "And I'm about to fill his shoes." I turn it off, listening to the noise from Judah and the Lion.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I wrote it on a plane and the lady next to me kept giving me really weird looks. (She was reading it) and probably had no idea it was a fan fiction. I also did some foreshadowing, but you don't have the faintest idea...
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Lost Dad: Dan Smith
Fanfiction"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."
