this is NOT a love story

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dec's p.o.v.

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i jolt awake at the sudden loud noise that came from the kitchen. i look over at ant, but he's just fast asleep, not even bothered. "great," i mumble to me self, "could be a murderer and you're just fast asleep." i smile at him a little and quietly get out of bed as to not disturb him, nor to let the possible intruder know i'm up.

i make my way downstairs to the kitchen, golf club in hand ready to swing, when i see who's in the kitchen, "hi dad." it was just stephen, who had gotten home late and decided to get a snack rather than go to bed.

i roll my eyes and put the club down, "stephen, have you any idea what time it is man?!" i whisper-yelled, "it's 2 a.m., where were you? your father and i were worried sick!" he just looked down at his hands.

"sorry dad, i was out with me friends and lost track of time. my friend alesha gave me a ride, she told me to stay the night at hers but i told here you would call the police the next day of i wasn't home." he looked at me in the eyes as he said this, so i knew he wasn't lying. "it's alright but just call next time. and what was with all the noise anyways?"

he just laughed a little and said, "i wanted a cookie, not my fault you have them at the very top shelf. i almost fell trying to reach them." we both laughed, and i let him go off to bed.

i head back to bed me self and just look at ant wondering, how the bloody hell did you sleep through that entire thing? i gave him a small kiss on his forehead and went back to bed.

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ant's p.o.v.

i'm woken up by the feeling of a cold spot next to me. i look over and dec isn't there, where could he be at this time of the morning? i look at the clock only to realize that it was 10 a.m. wow i slept a lot last night, i thought to myself as i got out of bed and into the shower.

i got ready for the day wearing a casual outfit consisting of a blue long-sleeve button up, khakis and a white tennis shoes. i head downstairs and see stephen on the couch, alongside dec. "and where were you las-" i was cut off by dec, "we already talked last night"

not knowing what to say, i took a seat next to dec and asked, "last night?" he proceeded to explain to me what i missed and how i slept through it all. "god i feel terrible, what if it wasn't stephen? you could've gotten hurt or kidnapped or-" once again i was cut off by dec's soft, warm lips on mine.

"geez, get a room you two!" said stephen, as he fake gagged. "oh hush up stevie, it was the only way to get him to stop yammering on about what could've happened while he slept. besides don't you have somewhere to be right now?" dec told him as i just sat there, once again speechless.

stephen thought for a moment before speaking, "now that you mention it, you're right. i need to borrow your car though, i have a job interview." dec and i exchange confused looks, "why haven't you told us?" i asked. "i didn't want to jinx it and i still don't," he answered as he got up and started walking away, "that's why i won't be telling and also why i'm shutting the door before you can answer, bye!" he said as he walked out the front door.

"well, he's quite something isn't he, but i'm happy for him y'know? our little stephen, all grown up." i said to dec as we both settled into the couch to watch football. we both rooted for newcastle of course, and we watched whilst we waited for stephen got home.

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wow! not counting this end part, i just wrote 680 words, that's crazy. i hope you all liked this chapter bc i did. what do you guys think stephen's job interview is for? also let me know if you think any of the bgt judges should also be in this story and if so, should simon and david be friends who are oblivious to the fact that the other likes the other?