A/N: Here's One Shot #2 for a very patient and TOTES SHAMAZEBALLS girl I know as @kylee00!!! I hope you enjoy it as I've done everything I can to make it as good as I can, tailored to your requests xx
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Prologue
Kylee's POV
Holding in my scream, I hurried downstairs to my mum, my whole body trembling in excitement.
"Mum! Mum, guess what!" I squealed.
"What?" she answered flatly, obviously not in quite the same mood as me.
"No, you have to guess!" I protested stubbornly.
"OK, fine. Colin Firth has knocked on the front door asking to marry me?"
I shook my head, slightly irritated at her sarcasm. "C'mon, like that's ever gonna happen."
"OK, your precious Nathan boy has knocked on the door asking to marry you?"
I sighed ruefully. "If only..."
"Am I getting close?" she asked.
"Kinda... I guess."
"Is it about your favourite band?"
I nodded, my excitement returning. "Yeah!"
"What about them...?" she asked after a moment of watching me try and contain my excitement.
"OK, then, I'll tell you. I just won a VIP pass to a meet-and-greet with The Wanted!" I squealed.
"Ugh, are the mice back?" my older brother, Toby, asked as he sauntered into the kitchen shirtless where I was talking to our mum.
"No," I growled at him, more than fed up with how he always had to ruin my mood. "Neither are your shirts. Cover the belly flab, bro, I'm going blind!"
Toby was actually very thin with an excellent muscley figure, but it was my proud profession to drive him into weight-watching paranoia.
He glared at me. "Oh, it's just you. I was hoping you'd moved out by now."
"Said the 25-year-old failure without a job, girlfriend, qualifications or a place of his own," I shot back.
"Touché," Toby complimented with a smirk. He turned to mum. "What's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast?!" she exclaimed. "It's well past midday, Toby! I'm making lunch, here!"
He grunted. "Fine, what's for lunch, mum?" he asked with faux enthusiasm.
"What do you want?" she asked as she busied herself in making a foul-smelling diet soup.
"What do we have?" he asked, picking his belly button.
I grimaced and sighed in exasperation before muttering, "The same as every day," and exiting the kitchen.
I had better, more important things to think about than my idiot brother.
... Things like what to wear when I met Nathan James Sykes!
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I hit my alarm, furious at it for having to wake me up yet again. Rubbing my eyes, I stretched my arms and looked at the radio clock, noticing the date along the bottom which read the exact date of the meet-and-greet! I'd not forgotten, no, but it was early enough in the morning for me to forget my own name.
I sprung out of bed, ignoring the temporary dizziness and vision impairment that came with standing too quickly and hurried to the bathroom. It was 07:30 - way too early to awake during the holiday, but a price I was willing to pay in order to meet The Wanted - so I had allowed myself just enough time to get ready. I hopped into the shower, shuddering in pleasure at the relieving warmth of the water, and went through the stages of lathering, rinsing and repeating. I usually had relatively long showers, but never washed until the water went cold.
