DESCRIPTION: Michelle and James meet at a party that they both attend with their friends. (AU)
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DATE PUBLISHED: 22/04/19
A/N This is a songfic to the lyrics of 'Quarter Past Midnight' by Bastille. I hope you enjoy, don't forget to like and comment couples you want to see next. As always, feedback is appreciated in any form.
Michelle's P.O.V
It's quarter past midnight
My friends had invited me out to a party one night, and that's where I saw him. He too was with some friends and looked just as bored as I.
As the night went on his friends and my friends joined up and I was finally able to talk to him, though he made the first move.
"James," he told me holding out his hand which I took graciously and shook.
"Michelle."
He let go of my hand, took a look around, and looked back at me. "Well, Michelle. What do you say we get out of here?" I nod. He stands and takes my hand in his and pulls me out the bar and out into the streets of Toronto
As we cut through the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the streets are getting restless
Good times, bad decisions
We made our way down the street until James stopped in front of a car; his, I'd assumed. He pulled the keys from his pocket, unlocked the car, and (being a gentleman) opened the car door for me, closing it when I had gotten in.
Once he hopped in the car and started it up, he took off down the practically empty streets.
It was nice to leave the craziness of my friends and the party to spend time with someone – even if I had just met him mere hours ago.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's quarter past midnight
And the sirens are mending some hearts
As James continued to drive through the city, I began to take notice about the smallest things he did; he pushed back his hair back absentmindedly whenever his at a set of traffic lights, he always looked over at me to make sure I was okay. He was sweet and as the drive progressed I found myself liking him more and more...maybe even more as a friend.
But we're the losers on our back seats
Singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart"
"I can drive you home if you want," James looked over to me as we sat a green light.
"That would be nice, thanks."
As the lights turned green again and James took off, a familiar song started to play on the radio, and I turn it up.
"I love this song!" I told him to which he glanced over at me and laughed before concentrating on the road again.
"'And we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love, love will tear us apart again'!" I sang at the top of my lungs, not minding at the time that the windows were down and the neighbourhood could probably hear me.
Nothing fazed me when I was with James that night. Nothing but my feelings for him.
It's a quarter past midnight
Still avoiding tomorrow
It's a quarter past midnight
But we're just getting along
Even as James continued to drive me home, I didn't want the night to end. I refused to part ways with him; I'd never felt like that about someone before.
With every passing minute, we got closer and closer to my house. The inevitable was soon to come – I'd have to say goodbye to James and probably never see him again.
And you said we'd leave this place in dust
And fall from the heaven straight through hell
We soon arrived at my house and still, I didn't want us to part ways. We may have only met hours earlier but I felt a connection with him; something I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Well, here we are," he said taking his hands off the steering wheel and tucking them into the pockets of his coat.
"Yeah." What else was I supposed to say? 'I know we only met and we'll never see each other again, but I like you'? No. I'd never confess.
I stood out of the car, James following suit and he walked me to the front door. Another gentleman move.
This is my favourite part, oh
Help me piece it all together, darling
Before it falls apart, oh
Help me piece it all together
"Well, tonight was fun," James said scratching the back of the neck causing me to blush and I looked down at my shoes.
"Yeah, it was."
We stood in awkward silence, none of us really sure what to say. How did we say goobye, we'd never see each other again.
It's quarter past midnight
And the secrets are flowing
Our lips are getting looser
I don't know what I'm saying
The silence was becoming unbearable, so a muttered a quick goodbye before taking my house keys out of my bag and turning to unlock the door.
"Wait," James said pulling me around to face him again.
We never knew what we had
I never know what I've had
And that's when I felt his lips on mine.
Maybe we wouldn't have to say goodbye so soon. Maybe we'd never have to say goodbye. I hope we'll never be forced to say goodbye and part ways because that would be too hard.
