Dusty Tracks

Part One;

I pulled my coat tighter over my chest, keeping the cruel, bitter cold away from my already frozen skin. I took small steps forward to avoid skidding across the ice like i had done just moments earlier, meaning i decked it straight onto my face. No-one saw luckily but now there was a young guy near by nursing a Starbucks take out cup on the bench just meters away.

I threw my arms out to give me more balance and prevent the mini heart attack i thought was going to follow, i skidded for mere seconds and somehow managed to stay upright. I looked up and it seemed the guy hadn’t noticed, thank god.

I took another few steps so I was off the lethal ice patch and on solid concrete path, which yes, was still a danger for my awkward clumsy self but less so than the ice.

I kept my head down when i was walking past the guy to avoid eye contact and almost managed it when he called after me;

“Excuse me miss, you dropped this” His voice was soft and quiet.

He held out my purse, offering it to me.

“Oh, um thank you” I replied shivering and taking it from him.

“No problem” He smiled, his face almost sent me to the floor, he was gorgeous and I already felt like i knew him from somewhere.

“Sorry, do I know you? I feel like i’ve seen you somewhere?”

“I highly doubt that, i’m a nobody” he chuckled sending me another smile.

“Oh sorry, thanks again” I blushed, slightly embarrassed at my stupid mistake.

I cursed in my head, why did i always have to be such a numpty?

“Bye” He called.

“See ya!” I threw over my shoulder, trying to save the situation with the last thing i said to him, no chance.

I made my way to my flat and did the same as usual, kicked the bottom corner in and gave it a good shove until it loosened and i was in.

I gradually took off my many layers of scarves, jumpers, gloves and socks and flicked the kettle on. I looked around my flat, it wasn’t much and yeah, there were areas of moulding damp, the pipes were noisy and the heating wasn’t up to much but for me, it was home.

I went into my tiny bedroom and threw on my comfy pjs along with my chunky cardigan and slippers. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and left it at that.

I went back to the main open plan living area and clicked on the TV, the signal was out so I whacked the side of the box with my hand and it came back. The picture came up as an M&S advert, tempting me in with a full feast of Christmas dinner, turkey, stuffing, gravy, the works. Although i loved the independence of living on my own in London i was getting excited for Christmas this year. I couldn’t wait to get a cuddle off mum and a proper home cooked meal.

The kettle hissed to boil and i chucked a teabag into my favorite mug along with the water and milk. I hurried over to the sofa and pulled the throw over me and laced my fingers through the mugs’ handle, embracing the warmth it offered me.

I looked back up at the TV to see him, his face. Well, not just his but his and his bandmates’. It was then that it hit me like a ton of bricks, he was in The Wanted. That’s where i knew him! I mean i knew he was gorgeous but now that i knew he could sing? Jesus. I let out a high pitched squeal and whipped my phone out to ring Rob, my best mate.

I was dialing his number when the doorbell rang, my heart pounded and my palms started to sweat, surely not?

I pushed the thought that it could ever be a boyband member out of my mind and nervously went to answer it…