|No One Does It Better
Author: luniso PM
It's been years since he saw her yet he still never forgot the chill he got from simply hearing her voice. She was the only girl Josh Franceschi was a complete sucker for. The only problem was that it was her who left. So what was she doing back? More importantly, what did she want with him?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,455 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 07-13-12 - Published: 07-05-12 - id: 8288302
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Sorry it took so long to write this next chapter! I was too busy with Danny Boy and I kind of forgot about this one..
I decided to tell Max about what happened a few days ago in Cardiff. He would know what to do, even if I didn't want to hear it.
"I don't think you should try and find her. She's not good for you and you know it." Max's face was consumed with concern for me as he sunk back into the sofa. He looked up at me with a face of complete seriousness and said, "All she will do is end up leaving you again because that's what she did last time. She told you straight to your face that there was no reason she wanted to stick around."
"But, Max, why would she even be here if that was the case?"
"I don't know, Josh. All I know is that she's definitely not good news."
That was the end of the conversation. Max got up from the sofa, grabbed his guitar and walked out of the room. I continued to sit, trying to figure out whether to follow his advice or create my own and find out her reason for coming back – that's if she was even back. I don't think he understood the extent to which I fell in love with this girl. She was entire world, my soul, my life. I was only young, and that was probably the reason I fell so hard, but I couldn't take that back now. I decided that I would at least try to find her and if I did, find out why she's back.
I jumped up from the sofa and made my way out the door. Walking past the kitchen, a surprised Max looked on in confusion.
"Hey, Josh, where're you going?"
"To find her."
"Fucking hell, I told you that's not a good idea."
"I don't care."
I was being quite blunt to my band mate but I was in no mood to sit and chat about why what I was doing was wrong. I grabbed my sweater off the back off the chair in the dining room and chucked it on. Please just let me find you, Layla.
The streets were quite busy when I walked out from the apartment we were staying in. Everyone was fast paced, heads down, as if they already knew their destination. I, on the other hand, had no clue where I was going or where I was even going to start looking. I decided to head down to the local for a pint to clear my head and try and figure out a starting point.
I walked into a fairly standard pub but there were quite a few people here already. It seemed like the majority of the people here were celebrating something, I could tell by the cheering and glass clinking. I got closer to the crowd and realised that it wasn't a normal crowd of pub goers. They were all fairly young, no more than twenty, and they were all oddly wearing skinny jeans and Vans. I got close enough to them that I heard what they were talking about.
"I've seen better to be honest." The boy with short, blonde hair said.
"They were brilliant if you ask me." Said the slender, brunette girl.
"They were amazing last night and every other time we've seen them." Another brunette girl interjected.
I was having a hard time understanding what they were talking about until it dawned on me. They were talking about me and the rest of You Me At Six. I blushed involuntarily even though they didn't know I was here and I was by myself. The lady that was collected the glasses from the tables came up to me and noticed my flushed expression.
"Are you alright, son? You look a little rosy." she said in a strong Scottish accent. She might have said it too loudly because the group I was sitting behind all turned around and acknowledged my presence, though it seemed as though they didn't know it was me yet.
"Uh yeah, I'm fine thanks." I said, scratching the back of my head.
"Just let me know if you need anything." She walked off carrying an overly unstable stack of glasses. My eyes followed her all the way back to the bar and while my head was turned one of the girls from the group began to talk.
"Hey, don't mind her, she likes to be-"
I turned back around and she cut off her sentence. She went pale and I swear her jaw dropped to the floor. Everyone around her had the same dumbfounded expression on their faces as they all stared at me.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" I asked casually, trying not to cause too much of a commotion.
"I-uh-you-um, I'm pretty great now, thanks." The slender brunette managed to get out. I laughed at her stuttering even though I didn't mean to so I flashed a wide grin at her and she went red in the face almost instantly. I loved how they reacted, it was the cutest thing. Whenever I meet fans, it's always the same. I don't understand why they make such a big deal out of meeting me because I'm just me, not anyone special. Even if they don't know it, I love them more than they love me.
"Could we, uh, maybe get a photo?" the shorter brunette girl asked cautiously. I paused at her question just to stir them up a bit. They all froze like deer in the headlights, like they had crossed some sort of line and I smiled.
"I thought you'd never ask!"
The instant relief in their faces made me laugh again. They took turns, passing the camera to a different person each time. I tried to pull silly faces so they had something great to remember rather than just a simple, lifeless photo. The final person to take a photo was standing behind the rest of them; she seemed reclusive so I held out my hand to her.
"Come on love, I don't bite."
"I-I know, I just…"
She stepped out from behind the group and then I realised why she was so shy. It was the same girl from after the show last night. She was crying again and fortunately for my heart she wore a smile as well. I got up and walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back to where I was sitting.
"Please don't cry again." I whispered in her ear. I gave her the tightest hug I could muster up so someone decided to get a photo of it. I pulled away to look at her and I found that she was still crying. I smiled softly and wiped a tear with my thumb. She smiled again and it warmed my heart.
"At least I know you're crying of happiness. It would have killed me otherwise." I leaned down to whisper in her ear again. "I still don't understand why you're crying though, I'm no one special."
She put her arms around me before I could pull away again. She rested her chin on my shoulder.
She simply whispered back, "Remember, you're band is my everything" and pulled away to smile at me. I could feel myself tearing up and I wasn't sure if I could hold it back this time. I kissed her cheek, feeling completely thankful for her love. Someone managed to get a photo of that as well and we both laughed.
Once everyone settled down and got used to my presence, we had interesting conversations. First of all it started with the journey they made to see us last night. Apparently they travelled all the way from Pembroke just to see this one concert. I was amazed that they would make such a trip considering we come back so often that they could have just seen us some other time.
The next topic of conversation was rather strange, being the whole 'Flintceschi' relationship Dan and I supposedly had. They explained it to me in more detail because I only knew the basics of it. It was definitely one of the weirdest conversations I've had as the subject of Dan and I having a sex life isn't one that occurs on a regular basis.
We'd been at this pub for about three hours before one of them realised that they had to go to work in the afternoon. They all jumped up and ran around the tables gathering their belongings. Once they did that they came back to stand in front of me to say their goodbyes. I hugged them all and said thank you for the good time. When the shy girl hugged me I whispered in her ear, "next time we're in your general area be sure to come say hello, alright?"
She smiled at me before walking towards the door with the rest of her friends. She turned back to take one last look at me and gave a little wave. I waved back and flashed another grin that caused her to blush. I watched them as they all piled into a van that looked too small to fit them all, but I guess it worked because they drove off without hitch.
I had gotten so distracted by those fans that I had forgotten why I'd gone out today. It was getting late in the afternoon and I could already tell that the rest of the lads were probably getting worried about my whereabouts, especially Max. I may as well go back. Besides, I have no idea where to start looking for Layla anyway.
"Thanks for the drinks!" I called out to the Scottish lady behind the bar.
"Aye, no problem, love!"
The air was cold as I opened the door and walked out onto the street. The sun seemed as though it was starting to set. Was I really out for that long? Well fuck. I was just about to walk into the street of the apartment we were staying on… and that's when I saw her…
It's not the greatest chapter ever but it was sort of a filler to lead into what's going to happen in the next chapter.