Daisy's P.O.V
"Look, this is my boyfriend." My best friend, Jade, said as she showed me a picture of a boy with dyed hair.
"Who is it? And how old is he?! He looks older." I asked her
"Oh my god! Are you serious?! It's Michael Clifford, he's 18." She exclaimed.
"Is he famous by any chance?" I giggled.
"Yes." She said.
"That explains it." I whispered to myself.
Jade was lending me one of her bags since I forgot mine and she also carried two around with her everywhere she went. It had a picture of these four boys on (one being the boy Jade claimed was her boyfriend) with 5SOS written on it.
We were on our way to watch Liverpool play, Jade supports them so she was going and dragged me along. We waited outside of the stadium to meet our friends; Adam, Liam and Jack. I looked round to see everyone in Liverpool tops apart from me.
"Fuck," Adam laughed, "Why are you wearing that, Daisy?"
"Because, I don't support Liverpool or Manchester." I replied.
I was wearing light blue ripped jeans, a floaty white top and white Air Max.
"Shall we go in then?" Liam asked.
We went in and walked to our seats, they were at the very front.
"I'm going to get a drink, do you guys want anything?" I told them.
"I'll have a Carling please." Jack said.
"Me too please!" Liam laughed.
"I'll have a Bacardi and Coke please." Adam said
"Haha." I snapped.
The boys were 18 and I was 16. Jade was 17 but always got away with being 20 so she didn't need id. They always teased me about it.
"Do you want anything?" I asked Jade.
"No thanks, I've got a drink." She replied.
I turned around and walked to the bar like bit.
"Can I have a hot chocolate please?" I asked.
The man gave me it and I payed him. I turned and began walking back.
I was nearly outside when someone walked into me from coming round the corner.
My hot chocolate went all over my white top and it burnt.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. Are you okay?" A boy with dyed hair panicked, as he pulled my top away from my flesh.
"Yeah, it's fine, don't worry about it." I smiled at him.
"Here, I'll buy you another one." The purple haired boy with the eyebrow piercing said to me.
"No, it's fine. I can buy it." I assured him, but he wouldn't listen.
"No, it's my fault I'll buy you a new one. Oh and here," He said as he took off his hoodie and gave me it, "Stains don't look good, but you can make it work." He winked at me.
"Oh my god." I laughed, as I felt my cheeks burning.
"Smooth." One of his friends with blonde hair said.
"Smoother than you." He hissed.
I put on his hoodie, it went great with my outfit!
"Here's my number." He said, as he handed me a piece of paper and led me to the que.
"My name's Michael." He grinned at me, as he put his hand out.
"Daisy." I smiled, as I shook his hand.
A/N
The next chapters will be longer and better.
