Look Who It Is (You Me At Six Fan Fiction)

Chapter 38

Quite a big A/N; I've checked the weather and I know it's meant to be raining in Florida around the middle of June time but we'll just ignore that fact. Also, I know phone useage is different when you leave the country but we'll forget about that as well... You Me At Six are meant to be in Switzerland for Greenfield Festival on the 13th June but I haven't included that so I'm sorry in advance! I also know that the character limit on Twitter is 140 and Lucie's tweet at the end is over 140 so please ignore that little factor. So Wattpad is finally letting me upload YouTube videos without putting them in the external link, so my favourite song has made an appearance! I don't own the video nor the pictures; The external link is an image from the Kerrang awards event.

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*7 weeks later; 13th June*

*Lucie's P.O.V*

"Lucie, come on, it's nearly one in the morning." Max groaned, walking into my studio, feeling my neck on fire from his staring.

"I'll sleep on the plane, it's fine." I mumbled, going back to finishing off my final designs for the new ITV adverts.

"Lucie, we'll be leaving in 3 and a half hours, get some sleep or I won't let you sit by the window." He smugly stated, knowing his strategy would work.

"Go ahead." I shrugged, trying to look like it's not killing me. The seat next to the window is my spot, and only my spot.

"How much is it killing you right now?"

"Too much. Arse fuck twat." I looked up, sulking as usual. He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

I think I actually dislike him.

"Fine. Help me up." I ordered, finishing the last touches, still not satisfied. I held my hands out, I can still get myself up despite being 16 weeks pregnant, but it is nearly one.

"Promise me you won't be working while being on holiday?" Max exclaimed, joining me under the cover after setting the alarm for 4AM.

4AM sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

"You know I can't promise that." I whispered, placing a small kiss on his cheek before rolling on to my back. I heard him clucking before lazily throwing his arm over my chest, placing his head on my shoulder.

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So it turns out, Max couldn't sleep so that means I couldn't sleep so I could have carried on working.. Typical. Actually, I don't blame him, the guys did win 2 Kerrang awards last night; Best Single and Best British Band, this obviously led to celebrating all night. We all knew they'd win awards, they're You Me At Six for crying out loud.

We, well Max, was currently loading the taxi with our suitcases while I was double checking everything is off and locked.

"LUCIE! WE'RE READY!" Max shouted, hearing the excitement run through his voice. I smiled to myself while I locked the front door.

I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, not bothering with how bad I look, we're only flying. I had black, baggy lounge pants with grey fluffy bed socks on poking out from my black Converse. I got Max to get me of his grey hoodies but in the biggest size his company does, and we ended up wearing the same one. I literally had no make up on apart from lip balm. I'm far to cosy to be self conscious right now.

The car journey went quicker than expected, which means we get food before we actually get on the flight. We met up with everyone else, looking even more like zombies than us.