Adeline|New Hope Club|Blake Richardson|

15: Songs

When Blake woke up the next morning and found that he wasn't surrounded by his childhood bedroom, he let out a loud groan and fell back into the mattress. He'd been hoping everything had been a dream and he still had more time to be at home with his family and Adeline. Everything felt weird, even though he'd only been home for two weeks. It was all foreign to him again. The walls were the wrong color, the bed wasn't the right amount of firmness, there wasn't a window for Adeline to climb into when she had nightmares at night and there certainly wasn't the smell of Soulla's Sunday Roast wafting through the crack of his door waking him up hungry. There wasn't anything he was used to anymore.

Instead. Blake's met with gray walls and a cloudy day through the small skyline above his head. The bed had given him a crook in his neck and it annoyed him to no end. There was no Adeline and no mum to smother him in love. He felt alone. Blake had half a mind to just lay there for the rest of the day and never get out. He was just about to when he felt his phone buzz underneath his pillow. Blake almost let it sit there before he realized it could be the one person he wanted to see more than anything. With a quick flip, Blake grabbed his phone and used his elbows as support as he looked at his messages. He did have some from Adeline and they made him smile. The last one, however, made him jump out of a bed with a start and rush to the other boy's rooms.

"Lads!" he yelled, opening both of their doors and seeing they were still asleep, "We've got to get to the studio! It's almost meeting time!"

"Fuck," Reece cursed once he looked at the clock and sprang out from bed as well, shuffling around his room to put on more presentable clothes, "George, get your lazy arse up, we've got to hurry!"

The scene that ensued was chaos. The clean apartment they'd come home to, thanks to management hiring a maid while they were away, became worse than it was before they left. There were shirts flung back and forth between the three rooms and somehow George's boxers ended up on one of the arms of the ceiling fan in the living room. No one would ever know how they got there. In record time, the three were ready and a car was on its way. In the five minutes it took for their car to get to the flat, Blake looked over at his two bandmates. He could tell that they were feeling the same way as he was. It was strange for them to wake up like they had. For the past few months, they'd been able to get up at their own leisurely paces and it felt great. Now they were back to being on management time and it sort of sucked.

"How'd you wake up at the right time?" George asked, looking over at Blake as he leaned against the brick wall, "You're not one for alarms usually."

"I got a text from Adeline telling me good luck at the studio today," the brunette shrugged, looking at the two blondes who now had smirks on both of their faces.

"Saved by the girlfriend then, aye?" George continued, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"She's not my girlfriend," Blake scowled, the pang in his heart causing his mood to sour, "You both know that."

"I was just playing with you, mate," George replied, his tone serious now after seeing how badly his words had affected Blake, "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm alright," he sighed in reply, looking at the both of them with sad eyes; he could see his emotions reflecting in Reece's, "I just miss being around Adeline."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Reece agreed, kicking a small stone against the wall Blake was leaning on, "It's a bummer."

"You doing alright, Reece?" the younger boy asked, trying to read his face, "I know we're probably feeling the same thing."

"I'm alright," he replied, looking at the distant arriving car, "We left off on good terms and she should be coming down to visit soon."

"That sounds nice," Blake replied with a nod as they all headed closer to the street in order for the driver to see them, "I still can't believe it was her, of all people."