Me & you

You don't know lonely

The next day I found myself lying on a couch covered in a warm, fluffy blanket.

The first thought that came into my head was heartbreaking. To wake up and remember that you're best friend is dead is the last thing I wanted to happen.

I looked over at the table next to me and turned on the light. I slowly got up and wondered across the room to the hallway. Sitting there was an old women, half asleep. She must be the women I was talking to yesterday. "Good morning love, are you alright?" My face started to go all hot and I replied to her with the most obvious answer. "OF COURSE NOT! MY BEST FRIENDS DEAD! HOW WOULD YOU EXPECT ME TO FEEL?!" I ran out of the room and slammed the door behind me.

Where the hell even am I?? I don't know this women! I need to get out! I quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed whatever food I could find and ran out the house.

I was walking down the street, feeling angry, upset and totally confused. My mind was racing going at 100mph and I couldn't focus at all because the one person I had in my life had gone. I had no one.

I looked up and ahead of me was a glowing sign reading 'spa'. I went in and had a look around occasionally stopping to look at the magazines for sale. I was just about to go on to another aisle when I came across a magazine that made me stop in my tracks. The title of the magazine read 'RSVP' and on the front cover was a toned, handsome and friendly looking guy. He looked gorgeous. I picked it up and went to pay for it at the counter.

I walked out and I had already started to read it. I skipped to the page I wanted to read and in one of the paragraphs it mentioned that he was going on tour around the uk in a couple of days time. I suddenly got all excited even though I had never met him before, let alone heard of him. For some reason, my body brought me back to the old women's house. I rung the doorbell and before I knew it the door had opened. There she was. "Hello sweetie. Are you alright? Do you want to come back inside?"

I then found myself sitting at the dining table having a cup of tea, pouring my heart out at how much I wanted to meet him. "Do you know who he is?" I eagerly spoke to the women next to me and leaned my face into the palm of my hand.
"Actually yes, he's my grandson. He's such a lovely boy!"
I smiled up at her. "oh, cool! I never knew that! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think you would recognise me so I didn't mention it. Plus, I thought you already knew beforehand."
"Does he come here much? To visit?"
"He does. Although he's on the road doing lots of shows most of the time. He barely gets any rest!"
"I'd think! Is he coming here soon? I want to meet him."
"I'm not sure, he hasn't sent me a text. I'll text him now if you like."
"Yes, if that's ok?"
"Of course it is. I'm going to make some pasta for tea. Why don't you get changed and then once I've finished we can watch some television together. I've got some spare clothes in the draw. Their Ciara's but I'm sure she'll be ok with you borrowing them."
"That sounds great. Thank you."
"It's fine. See you in the living room in a few minutes then!"

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Being able not to wear my dirty, two days old outfit was good. Snuggled up on the sofa with the fire lit and blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm.

I picked up the remote and turned on the tv. Scrolling through the channels I spotted one that looked familiar. I clicked ok on the remote and an old grey haired man who seemed to be in his mid 60s was sat down on a chair facing a large audience. The camera panned across and there, sat on the sofa, was the guy I'd seen on the front of the magazine I'd collected earlier.
"What's his name?"
"He's called Nathan. My names Lorraine, just realised I forgot to tell you."

The presenter of the show started to talk to Nathan and they caught up with recent gossip and new updates.
"So Nathan, you're going on tour in the uk in a couple of days. Will you be visiting home?"
"Er, yes I will be. If I have time! I'm sure my nan will be happy to see me again." He smiled to himself and shuffled on the sofa.
"Haha! So Nathan, how long will you be touring for? Any major gigs coming up?"
"Yes I have. I've got a gig in Nottingham first on the 12th. I will be touring the uk for 3 weeks. I don't normally tour that long but I'm going to spend any of my spare time seeing family and friends. Should be fun!"
"Aww, I'm glad to hear that Nathan. Well, it's time for your song! What will you be singing?"
"I'll be singing my new single 'Wanna Dance'."
"Great! Here is Nathan carter singing his new single - Wanna Dance!"

As Nathan walked over to his band, I noticed something attractive about him. The way he joyfully walked over looked like he was really excited to play. Almost like a kid is when he's treated to some ice cream. He got to the mic and then the band started to play.
"Woo! Clap your hands everybody! Woo!"

The show came to an end and the credits started to roll across the screen. I got up from the sofa and went up the stairs to get ready for bed. I was so distracted that I completely forgot where the bathroom was and accidentally appeared in a clean, tidy - but slightly smelly - bedroom. I'm sure I haven't seen this room before, I wonder who's room it is. My question was soon answered when, from pure curiosity, I came across a photo of a boy wearing glasses holding a strange object in his hands. He seemed very young. I carefully put it back and looked up and there, right in front of me, was a massive photo pinned up on the wall above the bed.

Omg...I'm in Nathan carter's bedroom!