Happily ever after

A/n
Ok. So I really love James Smith, so in writing a fanfic about him (kinda obvious). If you don't like it, please could you try and leave some constructive criticism in the comments box? I don't know why, but here is some info...
My name is Ellie and I love the Vamps and 5sos.
I am a freak about getting all grammar and punctuation right, so I will probably go over this a million times before I publish it.
I started writing a fanfic about an amazing band called The Secrets but I got bored because it was crap!
I love James Smith!!!
James participated in Britain's got Talent and last night he came 6th (for anyone who had been living under a rock these past few weeks!
I previously had watched as many of James YouTube videos as I could find before bgt, some including a girl called Jess Herring whose voice is incredible!
I am sorry to bore you with facts.
I will start writing now
Ellie xx

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I wake up slowly then look at my bedside clock. 7am? Monday morning? Shit! I'm late. I internally groan. I slowly heave myself out of bed and get in the shower, scrubbing my face of yesterday's make-up whilst simultaneously trying to wash my hair.

When I step out of the shower, I wrap my towel tightly around myself and get out my toothbrush.
"Alex!"
"What?" I shout trying to sound normal with a mouth full of toothpaste.
"Breakfast!"
Breakfast? I never eat breakfast? And it's about 7:40, so my mum should be leaving about now. I soon forget it, though and I when I step out of the bathroom, I welcome the smell of bagels!

I run into my room and pull on my skirt and shirt, not bothering with anything else. I gallop down the stairs (because galloping is my favourite type of transportation) and run up to my mum from behind to surprise her with a hug.

"Aren't you gonna be late for work?" I ask her whilst she hands me a plate of freshly toasted bagels covered in peanut butter. My favourite.
"Ermm, no I err I have a doctors appointment my mother says to me without turning round.
"Oh, right. You didn't tell me."
"Do I need your seal of approval on everything now, Alexandra, her tone suddenly harsh. She turns to face me. Her brows are furrowed and she pursues her lips into a tight line.
"Uugh, no, I was just wondering. I'm sorry?" I say it more as a question than a statement. This is so unlike my mother! Something's up but I just can't put my finger on it.
Her face relaxes, and she leans down and kisses my head. She mutters 'I'm sorry' into my hair and I smile up at her.
"Love you, mum." I say as I turn around.
As I reach the foot of the stairs, she calls out to me,
"Alex?"
"Yup?" I say, turning my head only.
"Pull your skirt down."
I sigh, and comply. There's the mum I know!

As I run up to my bedroom, I check the clock again. 8:00. Then, I check my phone for the message I already know will be there...
'Me to you, or you to me, minion number 2?'
'You to me, I'm late -_- and wth? Ur minion number 2! I'm number 1!'
The reply comes minutes later.
'Fight me then, bitch.' I laugh our loud.
'You don't wanna get beaten by a girl again, do you?'
'Oh you just wait, Martin!'
I am applying a bit of powder when I get the text, and I smile down at it, before deciding against texting back. As I look back up, I scream, as I see a face standing behind my reflection.

He tries not to laugh, but fails, small dimples appearing in each of his cheeks. He is wearing the same school uniform as me, and his long fringe flops over his eyes. When he meets my eyes, through the mirror, his face erupts in a cheeky grin. But, I only have seconds to react before I feel his big hands on my torso, beginning to tickle me.

My best friend, James Smith!