Living in a small town means everybody knows everyone's business whether you like it or not. It also means some people put on a facade to hide their true self. A Van McCann Fanfic, I've written this fanfic because Van is honestly so talented and Catfish and the bottlemen are one of my favourite bands. I hope you enj...
Living in a small town has it's downsides, but when it's pirks aren't so bad - you learn to love it.
You know when you're gone I struggle at night Dreams of you fucking me all the time.... ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ 2013 was definitely a year Lyla Cobain couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried....or the years following. ================ (Used to be 'I thought you were Different' but changed for story has started to be written dif...
Eleanor Harding moved to Llandudno with her mum after the divorce of her parents. Her mum was no role model so Eleanor had to stand on her own feet and make a new start in the place she now had to call 'home'. When she starts school Eleanor makes friends and becomes close with no other than Van McCann.
******WARNING****** Contains course language, drug use and scenes that may not be suitable for a younger audience ••• Mary Todd's world is crumbling around her and the only people she has left to comfort her are her best friend Olivia and some lanky, hot stranger she met at the pu...
Whoever you're mixing your drinks with, is dying to, go to town on you... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ He was wearing his usual uniform of black skinny jeans and a sweater, although the sweater he was wearing now was especially significant. It was the one I fell asleep on a few nights after we'd met. "Hi Van." ...
The rise of Alt-Rock band Catfish and the Bottlemen brings with it recognition, fame, and compromise. Lead singer and founding member Van McCann has learned to balance all three of these over the course of the band's ride to fame, but there's one thing he's never gotten used to; loneliness. During a tour of the states...
"And I know you feel the same way. I drive ya mad, don't I?" He asks, letting out a small chuckle. I look up at him and shake my head, denying the truth, before looking back down. "You wanna know how I know that?" A Van McCann fan-fiction
A VAN MCCANN FANFICTION Time seemed to stop. I don't know how long I sat there and how long everyone else was also grieving, but someone eventually speaks up. "Radio is dead... we're going to be here a while," the voice says. I look up and see one of those boys who was sitting near me. He has dirty blond hair, and ev...
It's like I'm on the outside... Lyla Robson was like any average nineteen year old, she worked and dealt with egotistical bosses like many girls her age will encounter at some point in their lives. However, when a certain fluffy haired welsh lad, all black clad and fag in hand, offers her an escape from the misery, he...
