💋One night in Paris💋

Night out on the town

Byron's POV
It was now a few hours after Joe had gotten back and explained everything, I felt really bad for him. I had no idea who she was, but she seemed really special, I just hoped she knew how much she meant to him, I hoped. We were both tidying up the kitchen, making sure that it was all clean and tidy when an idea popped into my head.

"Hey Joe, I know it may seem soon but do you want to get out of the house for a bit, maybe go around London? Could be good for the both of us actually." I explain, he stops for a moment, contemplating his answer.

"That sounds good. Maybe me, you, Conor and Caspar, or whoever wants to come?" He said, I smiled and texted the boys. Truth is, we hadn't been out as a group in absolutely ages and it would be nice to let loose for a bit. I didn't expect, with everything that went on, for Joe to get hammered but it would be cool for us all just to get out and have a laugh.

Joe's POV
Maybe this night was exactly what I needed. I most definitely would not be getting drunk but it would be good to see all the boys again. After I had showered I picked out some black ripped jeans and a black floral patterned shirt, leaving a couple of the buttons undone. After I got dressed and went in the mirror to do my hair. When I looked in the mirror I once again saw someone who was way too short, skinny and incapable of getting any girl. I am not even sure if I was ready to move on, but now I didn't even think I had a chance.

"Conor and Caspar are here, you ready bru?" Byron asked, coming into the room dressed in an outfit much like mine. It's crazy to think even in similar outfits how inferior I felt compared to him, it scared me at how vulnerable I felt, but I don't know when that feeling would ever disappear.

"Yeah, lets go." I said, Byron went to the door but stopped and turned around, giving me a sympathetic smile. I just sighed, knowing the meaning behind his downtrodden eyes.

"It will be okay, things will workout, now come on, Caspar and Conor are bursting for a night out with the boys."

I chuckled, both of us going out into the living area to meet the boys, they both were smiling and excited to get out on the town, I greeted them both with bro hugs, all four of us heading into the big wide world, which is also commonly known as London.

London to me is a city like no other. On every corner there will be a new adventure, a new story to unfold weather it be see a man busk who could the next day be a worldwide popstar, or to be running away from your issues only to find a ten pound note on the floor, reinstating the faith which was once lost, only to be found again. Throughout my time here I had come to love the busy vibe, the constant rush of people passing through the city, from many men and women Olympic walking around in suits and dresses, going about their day to day business either carrying a Pret A Manger bag in one hand or discussing work over the phone in the other, or even both, to the most bizarre things like naked people roaming the streets and dancing their way along the paving stones, and everything else in between.

"So boys, where are we heading?" Conor asked, stretching his arms above his head in two long lines, clasping them facing the now sunset sky at the top. Sunset was always my favourite time of the day, sunset and sunrise. They symbolise one journey and ending and the start of another, creating a beautiful gradient above the skyline. The shades of pink, mauve and yellow seem so mellow, symbolising the happiness which could either be from the period of time before or the upcoming moments. The pleasant shades of pink are scattered in harmony with the clarise hues which make the sky seem as if it though on fire. Maybe this was a metaphorical sunrise, the beginning of a new journey, I just hope the pleasant rosy casts had more meaning than the crimson ones which I associated with anger, proposing what could be obstacles to come after the sun had made its move, a journey filled with light, much like the light that was constantly emancipated from the sun.

"Oh I know a place in soho, it's really good there and the vibes are pretty decent." Caspar suggested, since none of us had better alternatives we went with it. As long as I was with my boys, I didn't care where we went.

"I can't wait to see Joe and Byron sing karaoke." Conor said casually, I hit his arm gently. Meanwhile, Caspar burst out laughing and Byron chuckled, cheering on the idea. It was normal for Byron to do karaoke, He was budding recording artist but as for myself, singing was only a hobby and although people had praised me for my ability to hold a tune or two, I didn't really consider it a career choice, but maybe in the future things will change, you never know in this industry when a new route will take its course, one of the most exciting yet scary things about working in the media industry.

"Maybe Byron, But not me." I said, making a slash with my arms, them crossed at the start and apart at the end, cutting through the air like a knife. All three of them burst into a fit of outrage, half joking and half serious.

"Oh come on! Not even a bit of sweet Caroline?" Conor said, Caspar going 'DUN DUN DUN!" We all laughed, I shook my head.

"Not that one, and you sound like a right mum Connor, you know that." He said, we all burst out laughing again, this was one of my favourite things about this group of boys, the banter and how much we all laughed, sometimes to the point where our stomachs hurt.

"Well someone has to keep all you nutters in check." He defended, I coughed. One, Conor was the rowdiest out of all of us, maybe besides Jack but either way it's in his blood, and two, I was older than him so if anything I was the responsible one.

"Excuse me, one, you are the most likely out of all of us to get drunk, two, I'm older." I defended, he shrugged. Meanwhile, Byron and Caspar were laughing at our interaction, both anticipating our comebacks.

"Oh sorry grandma."