The Fangirls

Chapter 2: THE CHANCE

Present day

Surprisingly, Leslie's obsession with 'Take my Apology' was only in full force for around the first two years after that day. The band grew bigger and I was dragged to many of their shows. Each show was the same: Leslie would rock up wearing something tight and revealing and force us to queue up ridiculously early to get the best view possible. She'd barge to the front, ignoring the disapproving looks from parents with their 10 year olds. Just like before, every show would end the same. Leslie wouldn't get picked from the crowd and proposed to on stage and her bitterness grew.

I think one day she kind of just gave up. I was pleased. I wasn't even that bothered about 'Take My Apology' and yet I knew every lyric to every single one of their songs, their middle names, their birthdays, their first schools and their best friends. It was verging on stalking, but then again, social media made things so easily available and Leslie's constant quizzes and conversations made it hard not to know these things.

Then one day, like I said, it seemed like she just didn't care anymore. She became school queen at prom and ended up dating, "last week's news", Noah. They were getting pretty serious for a while and still were kind of on and off.

It wasn't until literally 5 minutes ago, sat on Leslie's bed, that I saw the same resurgence of hope in her eyes. We were just chilling, listening to the charts in Leslie's room when, "ping", a notification from Snapchat. 'Take My Apology' had posted to their Snapchat story. That was strange as they had kind of gone AWOL from the whole social media scene a year ago, when it came out that the lead singer was suffering for a slight drug problem and wanted a little alone time for a while. But now it seemed they were back.

"What is it Leslie?" I said, as I sat up on the side of her bed.

I watched as Leslie opened the story and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"They're in London," she announced, not yet elaborating why.

"Oh cool," I replied, hoping that was all, I was so not in the mood for another major stalking session.

"Get a dress on bitch, we're going out," said Leslie with a laugh.

I was confused, both Leslie and I had agreed that we weren't going on nights out for a while. The last one we'd gone on had ended in a bit of a disaster when Leslie has been overly flirty with a guy in front of Noah, resulting in a huge argument and many smashed drinks. To say the least, it was not a good night.

"Nah Lez, im good tonight."

Leslie sighed, "well I am. You don't understand. They're here, in London. Hosting a party at their place! Look," she shoved the phone in my face as I read off the screen, trying to take it all in.

It was a picture of some drinks on a table, with a sofa and some guys' legs sat on it.

Party tonight. Our place. DM our bouncer for consideration of entry @kevintakemyapology. Hot single girls only.

I was shocked by what I was reading. It sounded like the guys just wanted someone to sleep with to be honest and there was no way I was going.

"No Lez, I'm not going." I said, sick of the whole band thing and not in the mood for the whole debacle to start again.

Leslie let out a huge sigh, one I had heard many times when I protested against what she wanted to do.

"Well you are Alex. Sorry but rules are rules," she told me staring at me directly in the eyes.

I knew exactly what she meant. If I didn't go, she wouldn't remain the 'loyal' friend to me. She wouldn't keep my secret.

"Look Leslie, you're dating Noah, this is kind of cheating," I continued, trying to stop her by making her feel guilty. I should've known it would never work though. Leslie rarely felt guilt or regret or anything she did or how she made anyone feel. I think the only time I saw regret in her eyes was when she regretted getting the nude heels over the black.