Save The Truth For One More Night

This bit is based on the Live and Lost they did, but I’ve changed places and teams to suit the story, enjoy.

Chapter One.

I pushed myself through the ever growing morning commutes of people, just trying to get to my normal place to grab a mug of tea. It didn’t help that I was in a rush, ever had that thing where people just seem to hold you up on purpose? Of course it isn’t on purpose, but when you’re running late they seem to do it all the more. I skipped the idea of tea and decided I’d better start running if I wanted to be on time for the lecture I had. As I waited for the red man to turn to green impatiently, I decided to check my phone. It was from my idiot of a “boyfriend”.

Danny: I’m going out tonight.

I simply replied “whatever” as I tried to keep my cool. Whenever he went out, it meant he was single for the night and could do anything he pleased, and then he’d want to be forgiven the next day. I didn’t even know why I was still with him. I made the lecture with a minute to spare. I made myself as comfortable as possible, ready for the 3 hour speech.

“Do you have your essay, Amy?” my lecturer asked, looking down on me. Shit.

“I’ve done it, but erm my printer wasn’t working.” I lied, I had started it but I really wasn’t coping with all the work load.

“Tommorow morning, 9 oclock, my desk” he said sternly, yet again looking disapointed.

“Sorry” I mumbled, as I collected my things, getting ready to walk back to my flat, in the rain.

Chapter Two.

I only had a couple more paragraphs to write of the essay, so I planned on getting up early to finish it. I happily got out of the computer chair, and changed out of my damp clothes, into my winter pyjamas. They had mini Tardis’s on and they were the most nerdiest, yet warmest pj’s I owned. They were also my favourite. It was only ten o’clock, but after the rubbish day I’d had I just wanted to go to sleep. I pushed my hair into a messy bun and shouted down to my flat mate goodnight. I didn’t like her much, we were complete opposites. She was such a student, whereas I wanted to concentrate on my studies. She didn’t reply so I just assumed she’d gone out, yet again. 

I was just falling into a half asleep half awake like trance when there was a knock at my door. 

“Um hi” a curly haired boy popped his head around the door.

“Who the hell are you?” I said ignoring his good looks. 

“Erm, your flat mate said I was sleeping up here for the night, whilst her and Tom share her bedroom.” he explained nervously. 

“Who on this earth is Tom? And why are you sleeping here?” I said getting angrier by the second.

“I’m from the boyband, The Wanted?” he replied, implying had I ever heard of them. “Were doing this thing were we have to get to a certain place, but our fans have to give us lifts, places to sleep and eat etc.” he explained.

“All time low, right?” I said, vaguely remembering them from the music channel.

“Right” he smiled, edgeing further into my room. 

“I’m just gonna go speak to Lauren” I said climbing out of bed, I still wasn’t happy she’d just arranged this without me knowing. I started down the stairs from my loft bedroom, and made my way to her door. It didn’t take me long to realise what the noises were.

“Charming.” I muttered.

I climbed back up the stairs to find him nervously edged on the bottom of my bed.