Date: June 14th
Location: Isle of Wight Festival - Isle of Wight, UK
We landed in Isle of Wight yesterday since the guys had a day off. I stayed in my hotel room most of the time and slept because I wasn't feeling too well. Around dinner time I came out to see how everything was going. Much to my surprise the guys had gone out and explored their homeland but thankfully they ordered me food which I thought was nice.
Anyways today is the Isle of Wight festival and I'm actually pretty excited. Were only here for one day because they guys have a show in Poland tomorrow but the line up for today's event is pretty good so I'll probably just enjoy the festival. Before anything though I had to ask Jamie how today was going to work so after slipping on some slippers I went to Jamie's room.
When I got there the guys were all there going over today's schedule. I had just made it in time. They all smiled at me and Jamie told me to sit on the love seat he had in his room.
"Are you alright you look poorly" George said, I frowned. "Poorly?" I asked. "Sick" Matty said. "Oh, yeah I don't feel too good" I groaned then laid my head down on the arm of the love seat.
"Okay so like I just said to the guys we leave in a hour because I know you all might want to see the opening acts perform and all that so be ready by then. After they go on you can interview all of them except matty" Jamie said, I nodded.
I came to the realization that I would probably have to interview Matty at like two in the morning. Since he was the face of the band every place we went they all wanted an interview with him. Which I didn't mind since I don't even know what I'm going to ask him. I guess it was better that way. I'll find the time eventually.
"When does Isis fly in?" Jamie asked. "She texted me saying she's on her way now" I said, he nodded. "I'll send over the passes after I get them so you don't have trouble getting around" Jamie said, I nodded.
"You sure you want to go, you looked horrid" George said, I sighed. "Yes, I'll be fine just need a warm shower" I said, he nodded. "Alright like I was saying, after interviews if you feel like doing them you guys can roam around but were not staying for long" Jamie said, we all nodded.
"Finally, this goes to you Abigail, don't do anything stupid. You're an a American here which means at any point you can get deported back to America are we clear?" Jamie asked me, I nodded then stood up.
"I gotta shower but see you guys in a hour" I said then marched out the room and back into mine. My room is always closest to Jamie's, I don't know why but I like it that way. If I'm ever in danger I can just bang on his wall so he can rush to mine. Since he's the manager the hotel gave him extra keys to all our rooms.
After my long hot shower I felt a bit better. As I was walking out my bathroom I screamed. George and Ross were in my room sitting on my bed watching my tv.
"You put a password on your phone" George said as I rushed back into the bathroom. "Get out my room" I shouted. "Well don't be mean, we just came to tell ya were leaving and Isis is here so rush up" George said then him and Ross left.
Once they were gone I changed into distressed light wash high waisted shorts, a cropped white tube top type shirt with gorgeous crochet detailing at the end. I then slipped on some white vans and some bohemian jewelry. I let my hair dry naturally since I had to rush then applied some makeup. After throwing my essentials into my fringe cross body I went downstairs.
"Baby" I yelled as I ran into Isis's arms. She was talking to Adam when I got down there. She looked so cute, she was wearing a long maxi dress that had this really pretty trippy pattern on it. Her hair was down for once and she had on a sun hat. She had super long neckless that were really pretty and she looked short because for once she wasn't wearing heels but actual sandals.
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The 1975
FanfictionWhen Abigail, a nineteen year old college student, is given the opportunity to travel the world with four strangers for a project, she takes it but not everything is so perfect. You have a band with more issues than vogue and each member with a stor...