Puzzle of My Heart (Westlife Fan Fiction) Completed

Chapter 21 - My Bryan

Layla's hand searched in her suitcase "I think I brought the poster..." Layla uttered and turned the bag inside out. "Oh, I didn't... I would, but then I realised it would get wrinkles. It wouldn't be worth it hehe..."

I smirked at the holy treatment of this poster "It's okey, just tell me what you know about them." I said and made myself comfortable.

''Okey. Who shall I start with...uhhff!" She bounced down heavily next to me on the bed, lying on her stomach. "We start with Shane." She said and held up one finger, marking this was the first member. "He's one of their lead singers, it was him you heard on the cd!"

"Aha, okey. What more about him?"

"He has dark hair, rather short I think... And he does show jumping."

I confirmed her with a nod.

"He's very cute. Then we have the next lead singer, Mark" finger number two appeared "I think I prefer his voice over Shane's... Anyways, he's dark as well. Taller I think. I think he delivered pizza before he was in Westlife."

"How do you know all these things?"

Layla put her hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes "Magazines my friend. Magazines."

Of course, that's Layla's favourite way to waist her time. She can read magazines for hours and hours.

"Okey, three lads left...hmm...Kian! He's soooo cute! I mean, his face is so perfectly sculptured! He's blond though, and has his hair cut like...you know with bangs..." She drew a line above her eyebrows.

"Aha, I see. Not sure if I think that hair trend is very pretty."

"Nah... But it fits him surprisingly well actually. He does background vocals, as well as Nicky. Also a blondie. Handsome, as all of them as you might have figured..." Four of her fingers were now held up and the last one did not wait very long to join the others. So far, I held on to my theory. These boys seemed to have a pretty face and a good voice, and that's it.

"The last one is Bryan who..."

"Oh, like my Bryan! Funny coincidence." I bursted out interrupting Layla.

"Your Bryan? You call him that? How is it between you two? Are you like together or I mean I didn't think it was that serous. I wanna know everything Aine, you're too quiet about it!"

I immediately looked down, not meeting Layla's gaze.
"Okey. To be honest...I'm very much in love with him." I said and looked down on my hands fingering on the tips of my hair. "I would say we're together, but we haven't really said it out loud you know..."

"Wow! I'm so glad for you! But we can't exclude the fact that I'm a tiny bit jealous ..."

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The concert was 6 pm next evening. So we got up to choose the right clothes, do our hair and make up. The make up part did not steal my time, I applied some mascara, and done. Layla's process was not as simple. She's always been the one who always does her hair, make up, paints her nails, wears high heals in snow. You get it.

We had lunch at the hotel and headed then down town. A concert was waiting for us. I looked forward to hear the music, but I was also exited to see all the guys Layla had told me about live, in reality.

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