Coachella | G.D

Maybe

after the shits and giggles from the groupchat finally calmed down, i popped my
phone on charge and left my room to get a drink.

"what were you laughing at up there kid?" my dad quizzed as i walked into our kitchen/family room.

"oh, its was just my groupchat" i laughed, pausing to get a glass and the filtered water from our fridge. as i was filling my cup i continued, "you know the big one? the one with the boys and the twins in?"

"the american boys?"

"yeah" i smiled. popping the jug of filtered water back in the fridge, "oh and can i go to this music festival next year?"

my question caused my mums ears the chime into our conversation, she was sat opposite my father at our breakfast bar where we'd all sit at on the evenings and have chats and laughs and sometimes play board games.

"its fine with me, just talk to your mother. youre 16 now, you can do pretty much anything you want" he smiled. i liked that about my dad. hes always been so supportive about everything since day 1. hes been to 9/10 shows and gave us his true honest opinion about everything. the boys -jack, noah, george- were pretty much his other children. if he ever felt i was losing myself a little, hed be the first to say. he saw 16 as an age where we could do as much and learn as much as we wanted. he always thought 16 - 18 was baby adulthood so learning and experiences were needed.

"when and where is it, y/n?" my mum asked, trying to find out every piece of information needed. my mum, she was completely different to my dad. she was also so cautious about what we did - all our mums were. every show, theyd give a sappy pep talk, have a cry at the end and tell everyone how proud they are. she still thought of me the same 10 year old who needed protection from the world, but shed let me do as a please even if it meant hours of arguing with herself.

"april 12 to 14, in California.." i said through nervous gritted teeth.

"where!" my mum gasped through shock,

"i was ready for you to say london, or even reading" my dad laughed, "not America!"

"always here to shock you" i laughed, sipping my glass and leaning against the counter

"more like give me grey hair" my mum sighed a laugh putting her head in her hands.

"explain to me how you got the idea and expect to go" my dad asked

"well.. gray text our group, after chatting about it we kind if bought the tickets and by we i mean george, and by chatting i mean me being forced to go because we didnt even know george did this" i rambled

"that fucking kid" my mum laughed "definitely lyn's son. can you guys even afford it?!"

"yeah, but it'll eat our savings" i emphasised the word eat. "but oh well" i shrugged

"where are you gonna be staying" my dad questioned,

"in a hotel with the boys" i smiled

"you, 5 boys? i think not" my dad instantly got protective

"daaaaaad" i laughed "my boys have girlfriends and are basically my bothers. thats not my lane" though he thought of my as an adult he still saw me as his little girl.

"the twins?"

"ethans got a girl and gray is chill" i laughed again over his actions

"gray has a soft spot for you, y/n. you aint staying the same hotel room" my mum added, causing me to subconsciously smile but still offer a confused look. "hes the one with the dangly earring, right?" i nodded, she continued, "when they were in london, at your show, he was smiling at you like an idiot and he was always so close to you, hed tense his jaw when your other guy mates would joke about with you"

"mum! maybe gray was proud of us?" i sassed jokingly "plus, hes just one of them people" my weird nervousness over the slight tension in the air caused me to giggle. "also!" i shouted "you do realise boys have a stop button and arent like loose canons when theyre within 2 feet of someone they could be attracted to? like hes 19.. he aint no hormonal 14 year old who thinks with his.. you know.."

"are you just planning to stay in the u.s for them 3 days?" my dad asked, desperately trying to change to topic.

"hopefully, no. i would like to spend a full week with them because we dont get to see each other a lot"

"staying in a hotel or their house?"

"jesus christ, i dont know dad" i laughed "chill, he aint going to pounce on me" i took another gulp of my water, "anyway i thought you liked gray"

"noo, you got this messed up. i absolutely love gray. hes a perfect boy, we can tell hes kind at heart. but i know what men can be like" my dad defended himself.

"i promise, gray wont hurt me. the boys and e wont let that happen" as i spoke i spun on the spot putting my glass in the sink. "so, can i go?"

"i guess so, yes" my mum reluctantly answered

"if mums happy with it, so am i" dad smiled.

"thats a yes to staying a week too, y/n" mum cleared up.

"oh! you guys are legends!" i ran to them and hugged them separately, "absolutely love you guys" i shouted running out my room to my bedroom upstairs.

when i trotted over my to phone, i realised gray had text. speak of the devil, i thought to myself as i lifted my phone up to read the text.

Gray
how do you actually feel abou...

feel about what? i thought while swiping the text and unlocking my phone, plopping myself on my bed.