The Night We Met

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[A/N: Barely on time, but here's another chapter! The last one will be posted probably before next Wednesday, because I have been such a messy posting person. And then this will be over.

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London looked different.

I know, it sounds cliché, but the last few times I had been to the city it was at night and it was either raining or about to rain; so the sun shining so brightly and a cloudless sky made it feel like it wasn't February at all.

"Any ideas of what you'd like to do?" I asked glancing at her before focusing on the road again.

"Oh, plenty" she nodded, "it will depend on the traffic, of course; but I have a full itinerary planned"

We started our day in the Natural History Museum. We were by its door at ten to ten, which allowed us to roam most of the exhibitions while they were mostly empty.

Out of the NHM and into the Victoria & Albert, where Lucy was surprised by the variety of what was displayed.

"What's next?" I asked some hours later when we exited to a busy Cromwell Road.

"Royal Albert Hall, but before that we're going to have lunch at that food chain restaurant named after that boyband of yours"

I raised an eyebrow and turned to her.

"Five Guys" she clarified with a wink.

"Worst. Joke. Ever!" I jumped, inevitably laughing.

Lucy laughed too and shrugged her shoulders, entering the establishment.

We had used question number eleven in the National History Museum with the classic "what's your favourite animal?"; and questions number twelve and thirteen at the Victoria & Albert asking which exhibition we would like to take home and what was our favourite musical (there was this huge section of Theatre props)

During lunch we asked what our favourite meal was, and while we walked to the Royal Albert Hall I used question number fifteen to know which artists she would like to see live.

"Coldplay, Adele and Ed Sheeran are definitely top of the list" she answered straightaway, "although I must admit I would have loved to attend a One Direction concert"

The mention of my band made me tense up, and I looked around, fearing someone might have heard the name and made the connection. When there were no enthusiastic squeals or paparazzi, I relaxed and turned to her.

"I liked your music, you know?" she opened up, "I didn't know all the songs, but most of them were catchy and cute" she smiled, "but I was too cool to admit I liked the boyband everyone was so obsessed about"

"I'm afraid you're not the only one to hide the fact that you are drawn to marketing bands" I answered, "It's sad, though" I confessed, "to think that people are ashamed of liking us"

"I wasn't..." Lucy was visibly more nervous, "I wasn't ashamed of you... it's just..."

"Don't worry" I cut her, "as I said, you're not the only one. I am perfectly aware we were that kind of band. Our targeted audience was teenage girls, and for some reason that made us not worthy of adult consideration"

I shrugged my shoulders and we made our way into the main entrance.

From behind the glass door I could spot the huge wall paper in which we were imprinted, along with other famous artists that had the honour of playing at the Royal Albert Hall.