this is it (ND)

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*ALARM*

you roll on your side, regretting setting that alarm for 4am. But today's the day, you're going to see fucking neck deep, yes that shitty little band from Wrexham you have come to realise aren't actually that shitty and have managed to help you through a lot of bad times.

I won't go into the details of what you've gone through that's yours to divulge when u wanna.

*time skip*

The train doors open and you drag your zombie looking body onto the train, you lull your headphones out and press shuffle, ironically Citizen of Earth starts playing and you smile and grab the ticket from your pocket and slide it behind your phone in the case, just to be sure you didn't loose it.

*"the next stop is London Victoria"*

you clutch your phone in your hand and proceed to get off the train, it's 7am and your belly is grumbling like mad, you show your tickets to the train staff and make your way to McDonald's, a nice tray of pancakes would go down a treat right now.

You sit in the seating area that have set up and sip your coffee slowly, you have 12 hours to kill so why not. The show is in Brixton Academy and the tubes usually run every 7-10 minutes so you need not worry about that.

you pull your headphones out to remove your jumper as it's slightly warm, you're wearing your favourite Neck Deep t-shirt and youre pretty aware you look like trash. You hear some tuts from the grumpy business people that clearly haven't had their morning brews.

As you go to put your headphones back in you spot a glimpse of blonde hair tucked in a khaki green beanie.. "surely not" you mutter under your breath and continue putting your headphones in and people watch for a while.

this is all fine and dandy until you finish your coffee, you slide up from your seat grabbing the change from your pocket and grab yourself another coffee. As you turn to retrieve your seat you see the back of this khaki green beanie again.

"Surely fucking not" you mutter.
The beanie twists round, you drop your coffee on the floor hissing curse words as the liquid burns your ankles.
"FUCK fuck fuck" you mutter again.

"You alright there love, looks like you seen a ghost" Beanie guy says raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well you look like one so wouldn't be wrong there" you retort raising your eyebrow back and retrieving your seat back.

*"You can't just stand there burn yourself with coffee then fucking roast Ben Barlow for fuck sake"* you think to yourself.

yes you just successfully roasted your favourite lead singer and now you have burns on your ankles and your jeans are coffee stained how great it's not even 10am.