A little place for love

Chapter 3

Andy's POV

" OMG did you see that Andy ? " asked Harvey
" No what are you talking about ? "
" Ryan Beaumont just kissed his new gf in front of a thousand paparazzi ! I'm so disappointed I really thought we was gay with all the rumors from two months ago"
"Well, you see Harv the thing is.... I really don't give a fuck about him " I replied
" I don't understand how you can not be obsessed with him, he is so perfect !"
" I'm gonna let you fangirl over that fuckboy and leave because I have work to do and so do you so I suggest you move your fucking ass. Don't forget you have a show in fifteen minutes." I said walking away .
As soon as I was alone I sighed, I really don't understand why people are obsessed with this boy.

Four hours later I was a bit tipsy but not drunk because I'm not allowed to be as I am working. I saw a cute boy approaching me he was about 2 years older than me black haired with blue eyes and he surely had a lot of tattoos and piercings.
" Hi, can I have one gin tonic please?" He asked.
"Yeah no problem, and may I ask your name cute boy ?" I asked in return.
" I'm Mickey and you are ...? "
"Andy ! So Mikey, I can hear from your accent that you're not from London so where are you from ?"
" Haha you're right I'm from Bristol. And what about you? You're not from here either are you ?"
" I'm from Manchester and what are you doing here I've never seen you around before"
"Well, my best friend is in town for the week so I figured I go and visit him"
" But he is not with you right now ?"
" No he is kinda depressed lately"
The music started and Harvey walked on stage with a really sexy outfit. The black haired boy turned around and as soon as he made eye contact with my best friend he was mesmerized. And, well I couldn't even blame him for that, Harv is really sexy and if we weren't both bottoms I'm sure we would be fucking half of the time.
So when my favorite dancer finished his show he took Mikey by the hand and dragged him to the bathroom.

When I woke up the next morning I felt an arm around my waist. I turned around to meet the face of the guy who flirted with me for two hours yesterday before I told him that I would let him fuck me all night long if he shut the fuck up. And he did. I extirpated myself from the sheets and putted my clothes back on very silently hoping not to wake him up. Once I was done, I opened the frond door and started to make my way to the closest Starbucks.

Two hours and three coffees later I was sat on my bed writing songs and playing guitar. But for some reason i had no inspiration. It has been like that for a couple of weeks now. Every time i try to write something down it doesn't feel right. I usually write love songs but I just couldn't. It didn't feel genuine because I didn't mean any of the things I wrote. I've never felt in love and never felt the need to meet someone who I would share everything with before but that thought had crossed my mind a couple of times the past weeks. And I knew what I needed in my life to keep writing songs......I needed love.