Part One-
"Yeah so anyway, I was thinking we could go to see them?"
I was on the phone to Tasha and she was suggesting some very stupid idea.
"What? Me go to London to see my ex boyfriend perform with his boyband?" I laughed, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.
"Well listen, I told you I was coming over to London to see my uncle and you said to see what was on at the O2 arena. JLS are the only people performing for 3 month, and then it's just some shit american comedian. So what do you say?" she asked.
"Yeah, go on then." I sighed, giving into her.
"Who knows, he might fall madly in love with you again!" she said. I could tell by her tone she was being cocky, and I didn't like it.
"Tasha, for gods sake, just get the tickets and go!" I exclaimed.
"Hmm, alright. I'm gonna get backstage passes too, right?" she asked.
"No Tasha!"
"Erm, Hannah, I want to meet them other three lads. They seem pretty hot, who knows, I might score! Please!" she pleaded.
"Fine, if it shuts you up."
"It will."
"When is the concert?" I asked.
"Not this Wednesday but next."
"Tasha. It's tuesday now!" I exclaimed.
"And...?"
"So we have 8 days to get ourselves sorted for a concert?!" I yelled.
"Yes. Anyway, I must go. There's only a few minutes till closing time. Alright, love you, bye!" she said. Before I could say anything, she was gone. I hung up the phone and placed it on the arm of the sofa, turning the volume back on to big brother.
"Hannah, could you come here a minute please?" Karen asked, her stupid high toned voice running right through me.
"Yeah whatever," I moaned. She never did like my attitude. Putting my cup down on the saucer in front of the sofa, I got up and staggered into the kitchen, noticing her holding up a white towel.
"What?" I asked.
"Explain this," she whipped the towel round to reveal some patches of fake tan on it, "now!"
"Sorry, it was off when I went out the other day!" I laughed.
"You, young miss, are grounded!" she yelled.
"Karen I'm twenty two, you can't ground me!" I shouted back.
"I can do whatever I want! And that's mum, to you!" she called.
"You're not my real mum." I mumbled, looking away from her.
"I'm the closest thing you have," she spat, getting right up in my face, "and don't make any plans for the next two weeks. You're grounded, that's final."
"What's going on here girls?" my dad asked, wandering in, still covered in oil from working at the garage.
"Dad she's saying i'm grounded!" I yelled, anger building up inside of me.
"Come on, sweetheart. Calm down..." he soothed me, knowing I would totally loose it soon.
"Steve, she's stained my towel," Karen frowned, looking for sympathy.
"Karen, i'm sorry, but she's twenty two. She's a grown woman, we can't ground her," he shook his head.
"Well she's twenty two, she's a grown woman, why can't she get her own house?" Karen asked.
"I did have my own bloody house but there was a gas leak wasn't there!" I spat.
"Right, Karen, listen. Hannah and I are going for a drive, we won't be long." My dad grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen and out into the crisp March air.
"Dad why are you still with her?" I asked, sitting down in the passenger seat and doing up my seatbelt.
"Sweetheart, she needs me." He said calmly.
"I need you and she's taking you from me!" I exclaimed.
"Don't be silly, darling. You'll always be my number one girl. You know, I see a lot of your mother in you," he smiled, driving out of the street.
"Did she have a bitch of a step mum too?" I asked.
"Sweetheart, Karen and I aren't married. She's not your real step mum." he pointed out.
"She's been around long enough," I mumbled.
"I know darling. Don't worry, no one will take the love I have for you." he smiled.
"Yeah, whatever." I shrugged.
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Aston's POV
"Oooh Aston, look who just tweeted about coming to see us?" Marvin winked, passing me his phone. My ex girlfriend, and my last girlfriend, Hannah.
"No way," I mumbled, trying not to sound too sarcastic or excited. I didn't know which I was. When I left her, I still loved her. I think I still love her now actually.
"Asty's gone all red!" JB teased.
"Whatever bruv," I shook my head.
"Tweet her!" Oritse grinned.
"No way." I demanded.
"Gwaarn," Marvin elbowed me in the ribs.
"Saying...?"
"Just, like, 'can't wait to see you again' or something?" JB suggested. I sighed and picked up my phone, searching her username and clicking reply.
*should be good to see you again! I missed you! Axx*
"Good boy," Marvin winked. I clicked on 'mentions' and noticed she had replied straight away.
*Haha you too.*
"Ooooh no kiss bro," Oritse warned.
"Maybe she forgot?" I asked hopefully, pleading for one of them to stick up for me.
"Nah bruv, there's a full stop." JB shook his head. I looked at Marvin.
"She's totally not into you anymore." he winked. I frowned and decided i'd send her a dm. Maybe I could win her over again? From what I remember she was madly in love with me....
