Don't Date The Guitarist (1)

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by bandgirlfangirl

by bandgirlfangirl

Don't Date The Guitarist (1) - Holly's POV

"Take your hands off me or I swear I will poke you in the neck." I said menacingly, feeling someone creep up behind me and wrap their arms around my waist.

They had their head buried into my shoulder, obviously holding back laughter by the way they were breathing.

"Grumpy butt." I heard a low Australian sounding grumble come from behind me, murmured into the fabric of my sweater.

Oh, god... Australian. Australian. Australian.

That could only mean one thing.

"Michael!" I screamed, turning around to face him.

Nothing could beat that smile, it was absolutely priceless, and I knew it was meant for only me.

"When did you finish the tour? I thought you were going to visit in two months!" I squealed, throwing my arms around him.

"I know, I know! We're doing a show here in the smelly depths of Britain, and I might have missed your ugly butt. It was either this or go to McDonalds, so it was a tough decision."

I laughed and hit him on the arm playfully, and he bent down suddenly, grabbing my knees.

"Woah, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, what are you doing...?" I gasped as I was thrown over his shoulder. I made an attempt of hitting his back and squirming, but I was scared of falling out of his grip, so I decided to let him take me to the depths of hell, or wherever he was taking me.

You never know with Michael.

"Mike, I swear, if you don't-"

"Just shut up you moron, I have a surprise."

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Hi, lol, yeah sorry this chapter is short but I'm Molly and I'll be always writing from Holly's point of view in Don't Date The Guitarist.

I love All Time Low and books, so yeah hate me✌️