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

Chapter Ten

After that small dialogue and what seemed like a telepathic connection, Dan and Anwen couldn't stop writing; ideas were running through their minds, coming and going, and they had so many of them it was impossible to even breathe right, mind talking to each other. But they still knew what each other were thinking - they really did have some sort of connection. And it was great.

- You know what? - Anwen asked after writing some more words of their song 'Last Resort' down.

- Yeah? 

- Talking to strangers what the best decision I have ever made. 

Dan laughed.

- Well, that's flattering. Didn't know we were so amazing.

Anwen nudged him, chuckling.

Meanwhile in Carys' room, her and Kyle were also having some sort of connection, composing endless melodies and telling horrible cat jokes that they made up in the moment. 

- Dude, this is great. - He said as he played one of Carys' works.

- Awh, thanks. 

They chuckled. 

They engaged another random talk about cats until they heard a loud bang coming from outside, and immediatelly Awnen and Dan were inside their room by the connected door.

- You heard that? - Anwen asked.

- Yup. - Kyle said. 

Bang, again. 

- ANWEEEEN. - They recognized one of the guys from One Direction moaning.

- WHAAAT? - She mimicked him.

The door burst open, and four of them strolled in, a smug look plastered on their faces.

- Harry's sad, he won't stop whining 'bout you, go talk to him. - The bleach blonde one said.

- The little bitch. - Anwen groaned, making her sister, Kyle and Dan laugh, but the others frowned.

- Seriously, he's quite upset, go talk to him. - The other one, Louis probably, spoke.

- I don't want to go there.

- But you kind of have to. 

- I don't.

- You do.

- Why does he even want that? - She moaned.

- He's kind of into you. - Zayn said.

- He's been inside me. - She mumbled and laughed. The guys ignored her, so she looked back up. - So he wants a ''relationship''? - She gestured in the air with her hands.

- Basically. - They shrugged.

In that moment Harry burst inside the room trying to catch up with the conversation.

- But I'm a lesbian. 

Silence followed. Everyone stared intently at Anwen, awaiting some sort of explanation. She just shrugged and turned on her heels, going back into her room, when someone held her shirt. 

- Dude! - She groaned. 

- YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS TO ME! - Harry yelled. 

- Oh, I have some news: THIS IS ME ALREADY DOING IT TO YOU! - She yelled back, pointing at herself. 

- You can't say 'no' to me! 

- Yes I fucking can. No! No, no, no, no. NO! 

- You're so childish, you know.