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| ...Niamh is just out of high school and is attending university in Dublin. Her best guy friend sets her up with one of his friends and they hit it off. Only he's in the world famous boy band, Westlife. She joins him on tour as a dancer, and they start to fight. It seems like it's over between them, but is it? |
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Author's note: Hey there. Nice to know you're reading this crap that I write when I'm all dosed up on sugar and can't go to sleep. Anyway, half of this don't make sense because I stay up all night and write, and my brain is a little slow to get things. Just bear with me, at least I'm good with grammar and punctuation (hey, I got 92% on my LA exam this year!). And I don't substitute you=u, and are=r. That stuff annoys me. Okay, this fic is about going through the tunnel of love and what happens. I don't know Bryan, so I just made him into what kind of guy I would want for myself. Except for when he's in the jealous rage. He's had a few drinks okay? You got it? Good. Enjoy!
Normally, I don't do this kind of thing, you know. But Eddie really wanted me to meet him. I would never, ever, in a million years go on a blind date with someone, but Eddie's my best bud, I couldn't never say no to him. I'm Niamh Patterson. I'm currently living in Dublin, Ireland, but am originally from Canada. I still have what you might call a "Canadian" accent, although us Canadians don't really have an accent. I'm not what you would call gorgeous, but I am kind of pretty. I have long, black hair. Some days my hair is wavy, others it's curly. Today, I was lucky, it was a tight curl. My eyes are kind of a dark green. My hair and my eyes are what I like best. My skin? Oh, I hate my skin. My skin is rather odd. My skin is white, like really WHITE, but I have a few freckles sprinkled across my nose and cheeks from when I was little and got badly sunburnt. I have to be the most pale person on the planet! Plus, my dark hair makes it look even whiter. Some would say that they'd love to have my "milk-white complexion", but I'd rather at least have some colour in my cheeks. Wear make-up? No, if I wear make-up, I break-out. If I break out, then my face goes totally red. I would rather have white skin than red skin. I'm a dancer. That's what brought me to Dublin in the first place. Three years ago, I competed here in the World Championships for Irish dancing. I won third, and since then I've competed at the following World's in Belfast and have gotten first place then. Since I was four, I've been doing ballet. When I was nine, I started doing Irish dancing. When I was eleven, I was accepted into a youth ballet in Winnipeg, Canada. I still did my Irish dancing there, but it was not going well for me. I had done fairly well at my old school, but this was much more strict. I had to leave, but I kept going with ballet. When I was fourteen, I auditioned for ABT, American Ballet Theatre, for a small part in a contemporary ballet, that they needed someone a little younger than their regular cast. I got the part. It was amazing! I lived in New York City, studying with ABT until last year. When I moved to New York, I found an amazing Irish dance school. I got back into it. That year I even made it to World's! Then the following year, I won World's. I quit ABT, and joined with Lord of the Dance, and even got to be a principal. I got injured. I'm glad I got the chance to perform and dance when I was young, and meet all my favourite dancers, especially Ethan Stiefel, my favourite ballet dancer, and John Carey, my favourite Irish dancer. I still talk to them on a regular basis. I moved to Dublin because I heard of a dance school that might take me in, and work with me slowly to get me back to what I was. I tried it, but my knee was almost past repair. I could have gotten surgery, but I had given away most of what I made to charity, and to pay off my year with ABT, they have an incredibly expensive academy and apprenticeship program! Now, I work at a restaurant, to help pay the rent. I live in a two bedroom flat with my friend (or as they say here, mate) Anna, she's Eddie's sister. I met her from her ad wanting a flatmate. She's my best friend, and Eddie's my best buddy. We hang out together all the time. Now that you know about me, I'll explain the situation I'm in to you. Eddie is friends with this guy in some pop band. He's like really famous or something. Anna says he's quite the hottie, but Anna and I really don't have the same taste in guys. Or clothes, or anything else for that matter. I don't even know why we're friends. Anyway, back to what's important. So, Eddie thinks this guy and I would be great together. I don't know what would make him think that, for many a number of things. 1) I don't like pop music, 2) I'm not really looking for a twenty-year-old boyfriend, I just turned seventeen this summer! 3) I fancy a guy who works at the same place I do, and I think he might fancy me too, 4) He's Eddie's best guy friend, if he and I were to get together, then it didn't work out, it would just be too weird, 5) I highly doubt that he would like me, 6) I would get jealous of a guy who millions of girls all over the world practically worshipped. There you go, why I don't want to go out with this dude. Already I'm stuck on a blind date, I guess I'm just going to have to tell him, "hey dude, I know that you were expecting some gorgeous babe, but hey, that's not what I am. We could never have a thing." he'll agree and we'll go our separate ways. At least that's the plan. "Eddie, how did I let you talk me into this?" I wondered, as I pulled my hair back and set it with a clip. "Because I'm your best bud, and you'd never say no to me," Eddie suggested, coming behind me, startling me a little. "I guess that's it," I smiled. "Eddie, why couldn't you have set him up with Anna or another of our friends?" I plopped onto my bed. "Now don't give me that! He's a pop star, you should be happy that you get a date with him. Plus, him and Anna are not well-suited. She weed on him when she was a baby, and he's never gotten over that. Now you, he'll like. You're his type," Eddie replied. I snorted. "If I'm the type that a mega pop star wants, then flames should be spurtin' out of your ass!" Eddie let out a HUGE fart. "Ouch! I guess you are his type." We laughed. "Seriously, he's twenty-years-old! I'm only seventeen!" "Age cannot get in the way of love," Eddie said, giving me an odd look. I rolled my eyes. "I haven't even met this dude yet, and already you're saying I love him?" "No," Eddie began. "He'll love you when he sees you. Any male over the age of twelve loves you." "Eddie, what are you talking about?" "Niamh, you know I love you. I know you don't love me in that way, so I'm content with just being your friend, but I want to see you happy. My instincts tell me that Bry is the person who you can love." I smiled at Eddie. He can be so incredibly dumb somtimes. "I am happy, Edwardo," I told him, using my pet name for him. "It's just that sometimes I get a little down like everyone." "No," Eddie began. "All you do is work, go to class, and keep trying to dance. You need to get out and have some fun. Bryan is a party animal! He'll get you back into the land of the social." "I am social. I just don't know very many people here yet. I only know you from the time I was sent over here by my parents to go to that drama school! I just miss dancing most of the time. We started taking a collection at the restaurant to help pay for my surgery, a lot of people have heard of me and wish to see me dance again! I'll be back to how I used to be in no time!" Eddie sighed and glanced at his watch. "You'd better go, it's quarter to noon already and I said you'd meet him there at noon. Hurry and change, you don't want to be late!" I laughed. "Change? Why change?" Eddie sighed once again. "Then just go!" I was bustled out of the flat by Eddie and out of the building. I walked along the street by myself. Luckily Eddie didn't decide to come. I was to meet him by the fountain, and then we'd go for a drink at the cafe across the street. I went and sat down by the fountain. I cast a glance at my watch, five to noon. I silently hoped he wouldn't show. I decided if he didn't show by quarter after twelve, I was leaving. Quarter after twelve rolled past. I looked around to see if anyone was there. Nope, no one. I walked back to the flat smiling to myself. "Back already?" Eddie asked, as I walked back into the flat. "Yeah," I answered. "He was a no show." "I'll give him a call," started Anna. "He is very forgetful and he probably slept in." "Anna, you know as well as I that Bry would never forget a meeting with a girl. He was looking forward to this very much! Anyway, we're off to work," Eddie and Anna said their farewells and went down to the restaurant we all worked at. Today was my day off. I decided to put on my pointe shoes and do a few exercises. I couldn't really do a lot of moves, but I could manage a few. After a few minutes, the door bell rang. I shut off the music and went to the door. Standing there was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His hair was a light blonde, it fell in his eyes, giving him a mischievous little boy look. Amazing blue eyes smiled at me. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt. "Hi, my name is Bryan McFadden. I was supposed to meet Niamh Patterson today. I'm afraid I got held up by a rowdy bunch of fans. I was wondering if I could still catch her?" He asked, in an amazing voice. Irish accents usually got on my nerves after a while, but I thought I could just stand there listening to him forever. "I'm Niamh," I answered back. He had a confused look on his face. "Well - Eddie told me...Just-" "Look, we know I'm not what you expected, so you don't have to go out with me just to be nice. So you can go back to your rowdy bunch of fans..." I said and tried to close the door. "It's true you aren't what I expected," he replied, pushing back on the door. "Then just let me close the door," I said back. "I'll tell Eddie that you came, but I didn't like you." "No, it's not like that. You're better than what I expected." That took my breathe away. "What?" I asked, opening the door. "Eddie said you were cute. He was wrong, you're beautiful!" Bryan complimented. "Why, thank you," I said blushing. "Even though I'm all sweaty?" "That means you were exercising, and that's good." "Forgive me, come inside. Nobody really comes to see me, so I've forgotten my manners," I led him in and we sat on the couch. Bryan and I talked for a while, just about things. After a while, it became really nice. I felt like I had a real friend in Dublin. Other than Eddie and Anna, of course. It was about two hours before he brought up the painful subject of dancing. "So, you're a dancer?" he asked, pointing at my feet. "I used to. I'd rather not talk about it right now, it's touchy subject," I rejected. "Oh, well that's fine. So, what classes are you taking at the University?" he asked. "A few on literature, writing, and history. I want to be a writer. Mostly fantasy. I actually had a book published! When I was sixteen, well last year, my dad's business friend-" I started, but was interrupted. "You're seventeen?!" Bryan asked, wide-eyed. "Yeah," I answered, not knowing what to expect. "I better go," he said. "Why? Eddie said you were okay with my age." If Eddie lied, I was going to pummel him! "Eddie didn't tell me your age. He just said he knew this nice girl who was fairly pretty who I might like to meet." "He didn't say it would be a date?" "No." Bryan shook his head. "I'm gonna kill him!" "What are you talking about?" "Eddie said this would be a date. I was to meet you, fall in love with you, and then marry you." "Wait a minute, it wasn't even Eddie who talked to me. Anna called me and said Eddie told her to say that." "Anna? Why wouldn't she..." it dawned on me. "What?" "Anna likes you!" I exclaimed. This would be great, Anna and Bryan would make such a better couple than Bryan and I. "Why are you acting so happy? I don't like Anna. I like you," Bryan admitted. I blushed. "Is it just because she weed on you?" Bryan got all flustered. "No, it's not because she weed on me. It's just, Anna's too much like a sister to me. Plus, that red hair doesn't really do it for me. I like my women with dark hair. I also kind of like freckles." Bryan's finger danced over the freckles on my cheeks. I blushed, and looked down. "I also like green eyes. Brown eyes are good too, but green are the best." Bryan leaned in. Our lips touched in a pleasant kiss. It was my first kiss, and it felt absolutely splendid, everything everyone had said! "Was that your first snog?" Bryan asked, after we parted. I nodded. "Kind of. How could you tell?" "You were trembling a little. Tell me, how is it that a beautiful girl like you is seventeen, and just experienced her first snog?" Bryan asked, and kissed me softly. "Well, I didn't go to real school. The youth company had a tutor for all of the dancers. I didn't really get the chance to meet other kids. Although, one summer, I came here to Dublin and went to a drama school. There was a boy whom I had the biggest crush on. At the end of the summer, I told him, and we kind of kissed. We exchanged addresses and everything, but I only had two letters from him, whereas I sent about twelve!" "Did this boy have short, dark hair, and blue eyes?" Bryan asked. I was shocked. "How did you know?" "Did everyone tell you he had been fat before?" I gasped. "How do you know this?" "I was that boy." I nearly fainted! "I forgot his name, but I had been thinking it was something along the lines of Bryan. I met Eddie then too, but we stayed in touch. Why didn't you write me more often?" "I turned seventeen after you left, and I thought that a man like me shouldn't have a little fourteen-year-old girlfriend overseas, so I just tried to forget about you. I want you to know that I never did." I put my hand on Bryan's cheek and kissed him. We kissed (or rather snogged) some more. I didn't really like the word 'snog', it just seemed like it didn't really mean anything. Kiss was much more romantic than 'snog'. I heard the door open, but Bryan didn't. I pushed him away, hoping whoever came in didn't see us. Anna stood in the doorway, looking heart-broken. "You little slut!" she screamed at me. "You were snogging my fella!" "Anna, I'm not your fella," Bryan protested. "What?" Anna asked, looking fallen. "I'm not your fella. I never was, and never will be," he answered, crossing over to her. "You said that you'd love to go out with me when I asked you out!" "And that I couldn't because we weren't allowed to have girlfriends and for other personal reasons," Bryan answered. Oh, he was good with laying on the charm. "It's because when I was a baby and I couldn't control it, I weed on you. You're holding that against me!" Anna was going quite dilusional. She seemed pretty obsessed with Bryan. "It's not that Anna. It's that I've known you for too long. You're like family. Could you picture me dating Susan?" Bryan asked. "No, that'd be quite silly." "That's how I feel about you. You're like a sister to me. I would feel quite silly if I dated you." "Oh, but for revenge you have to snog my best mate!" "Revenge on what? I like Niamh, she's nice, beautiful, and I think she likes me back. Plus, we used to go out," Bryan said, as Eddie entered. "WHAT?!" he screamed. "You went out with the girl I love?!" "Eddie," I began. "You know how when I met you, I said I couldn't date you because I loved another guy?" "Yeah," answered Eddie. "A dark haired guy in your drama school." "It was kind of, Bryan," I finished. "What? You were heart-broken after he dumped you, and you still like him?" "Yeah, he's really nice and has come a long way since then. He was still a little chubby when I met him. Weren't you, McFatOne?" I asked, using a nickname we had for him at the drama school. "Oi, don't remind me of that," Bryan replied, laughing. So Bryan and I got back together. We became really close. I finished one of my University courses (a literature one) and Bryan helped me pay for my surgery. After that, I signed on tour with Westlife as a dancer. We were out in the open about our relationship. After a couple of months though, we started to fight. At first it was just about little things. Whether I was going to an awards ceremony with him, or the like. Eventually that grew into bigger things. One night, Bryan even accused me of cheating on him with Kian. "You were snogging him!" he yelled. We were in our hotel room. Things with Bryan had been tough and I was talking to Kian about it. We had sat down in a room near the lobby and I cried on his shoulder. He had made me feel better about it, and I kissed him on his cheek. Bryan came in then and saw. He jumped to conclusions and dragged me up to the hotel room. "No, I wasn't! He was being a good friend. I was just talking to him and I kissed him on the cheek. I was going to leave when you came!" I screamed back. "I saw it! You were snogging one of my best mates! How would you like it if I went and snogged your friend Nessa?! Who just happens to be dating your on-the-sly boyfriend!! You not only did something wrong to me, but to her!" he was trying to put me on a guilt trip. There's no way I'd allow him to do that. "I gave him a kiss on the cheek! I kiss a ton of people on the cheek! I didn't do anything to Nessa. I think I'll be leaving now," I said. "Not until you admit that you were cheating on me!" he yelled, and stepped in front of the door. "I would never cheat on you, Bryan! I love you," I said. "If there's one thing in the world that I hate, it's when people lie," Bryan said. Suddenly, I felt something strike my cheek. Bryan had hit me. Immediately, he was apologetic. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. God, I don't know what got into me," he was crying, and he hugged me, and showered kisses on my face. "I know. Things have been really stressful on both of us right now," I started. We sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked into his amazing blue eyes. I took a piece of his hair that fell in his eyes and put it behind his ear. What I was going to do next would hurt the both of us like hell. "I think that we need some time apart," I said sombrely. Bryan sat there, expressionless. Then he blinked a few times and said, "What?" "Well, we've seen so much of each other, and the other outside influences, it's just getting to be a little much. By the end of the day, you're exhausted, I'm exhausted, and really all we do is fight. I've been thinking that I should go back to Lord of the Dance. They already requested for me to come back. I'll go back, do a few weeks of performances, we'll meet up and talk, see how things go. It'll be for the best," I said. "Yeah," Bryan said. "It will be for the best," he agreed. He took it surprisingly well. What really made me sad, was that he even helped me pack, like he was glad to see me go. Maybe he was just relieved that we would get a bit of a break from me. The lads and Nessa, my best friend who was another dancer with the show, went to the airport with me. I was to meet up with the show in London, do a few run-throughs as a troupe member, and then move back into the principal spot. "I'm going to miss you," I said to Nicky, Mark, Shane, and Kian. We all hugged good-bye, and exchanged 'I'll miss you's.' Nessa gave me a huge hug. "I don't know if I can do this," I told her. "Of course you can. Be strong!" she said. "As you had said, it'll be for the best." "My mind agrees with you, but my heart feels as though someone has ripped it out, tore it in a million pieces, and scattered them everywhere," I cried into her shoulder. "You don't have to be so graphic!" she laughed. "Ah, Niamh, ever the drama queen. You'll be fine." I hugged her again, and we exchanged fare-wells. Next in the line-up was Bryan. I smiled at him. We had sort of avoided each other the past few days. He just hugged me. "I'll miss you," I said, holding back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. He said nothing, just gave me an odd sympathetic look. I turned and walked down the hallway. The tears spilled over. I didn't look back. It's been three months since I joined up with Lord of the Dance. I've been doing a hell of a job with the new role I was given. Before, I had danced the part of the good girl, now I was the bad girl. Everyone had thought that I didn't have what it took to play her, but I did incredibly well. It was now my main role. My best friend, was another young dancer named Caoimhe. She was a regular troupe girl, but she knew how to have fun, and that's what I was trying to get back into my life. Mainly, I was a wreck! For the first month, I moped about so bad, they were considering dropping me. Once I realised this, I straightened out my act. I still moped, but only during my breaks. Caoimhe was nearly the life of the troupe. Always fixing it up for us to go to a club or whatever after the show. I usually used an excuse of being too tired afterwards to go. Some nights, we didn't have performances though, and I had to go to the club. Caoimhe was also always trying to set me up with a guy. Whether it was a dancer from the show, or a dude she met at the club, it was her main objective. I kept on telling her that I had left a boyfriend behind. That was all the details I gave her. One night, we stayed in. Caoimhe changed it to the music video channel and started dancing around. "Is that all you ever do? If you're not in a club, you pretend to be?" I asked, joking. "Mainly," she nodded. The song ended, and the VJ came on. "All right, now it is the time you've all been waiting for, it's our Westlife interview!" she exclaimed, crazed fans all around her screamed. I gasped. "No!" I said. "What? Do you not like them? I know you don't like pop but they're pretty good, actually-" Caoimhe started. "It's not that," I said. The members of Westlife came onto the set. "Oh God!" I said. "Oh, you fancy one of them," she said. Bryan looked amazing, as always. He had his hair cut a little shorter, but other than that he looked the same as when he left. Only, his eyes looked sadder. They didn't have the same life that was there before. I wanted to cry, knowing I caused it. "That blonde one, in the middle's pretty cute," she said, referring to Nicky. "No, the one to the left of him is cuter," she switched her preference to Kian. "Actually, the one on the far right is the best!" she exclaimed, about MY Bryan. The VJ started the interview. "This is a question sent in by e-mail, it reads, "It must be hard to be away from your family and friend's when you're on tour. How do you cope?" "Basically, we have our mobiles with us 24/7. Our bill gets quite high, seeing as we phone home twice a day. We get asked that question a lot so we don't really want to get into it," Shane answered for the group. The VJ started talking again. "I hope that answers you question. We'll go to the audience for this next question," the VJ picked a giggly girl. "Um, do any of you, have like girlfriends? Kuz, like if you don't, I'm available!" she giggled and stumbled through it all. "I do," Nicky said. "As most of you know, it's Georgina, the Irish Prime Minister's daughter. Love you, sweetie!" I wanted to cry with how sweet he was being to her. "I'm single," Shane answered. The girls screamed. "Actually, for a while now, I've been dating a dancer who's on tour with us. I love you Nessa!" Kian answered. I knew that they were still going strong, I did talk to Nessa quite often. "I'm still single," Mark said, and the crowd screamed again. The camera panned in on Bryan, who sat there, blank-faced. "Bryan!" Shane snapped his fingers in front of his face. "What?" he asked. "Answer the question, we're on live TV!" Shane hissed, rather mad. "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?" Bryan asked. "Do you have a girlfriend?" the VJ said. "Erm...Well, I'm not sure. I was seeing a girl, as most of you know, she was a dancer with us. Things got to be too much, and we took a break from each other. I haven't heard from her, and I lost her mobile number, so I can't reach her. Currently, she's touring with Lord of the Dance, an Irish dance show. I've tried contacting them, but-" Bryan stopped and let out a sob. He buried his face in his hands and started to cry. Suddenly, he ran off the set. "It's been hard on him," Nicky excused. "He really loves her, and he misses her." I started to cry then too. "Oh my God!" Caoimhe exclaimed. "He's talking about you!" "Yeah," I said, and wiped my face on the bedspread. "Phone in there right now!" she demanded. "I can't do that, a billion girls could be calling in and claiming to be me!" I refused. "But he didn't say your name," Caoimhe smiled. I smiled back. "You're the best." "I know how unhappy you've been, and now I know the cause. I just want you to be happy," she said. I took the phone, and dialled the number that they had on the screen. Instead of saying it was me, I just said another name and pretended to be a normal fan. "What are you doing?" Caoimhe screeched. I mouthed, "I know what I'm doing," to her. They had taken a commercial break, to let Bryan get in control. They were back. "We're going to the phone line's now for a question. This is Caoimhe, hello Caoimhe," the VJ said. They picked me! "Hi," I said. "What's your question, Caoimhe," the VJ said. The boys had queer looks on their faces. They must have recognised my voice, but not placed a name yet. Bryan looked especially stunned. "Um, I really don't have one," I said. "Well, why did you call in then," the VJ asked. "I just wanted to talk to Bryan," I said. Bryan had perked up, he knew it was me. The crowd of girls had giggled. "Is this Niamh?" Kian asked. "Yeah," I said. "What? She said her name was Caoimhe," the VJ was confused. "No, she's Bryan's girlfriend!" Kian exclaimed. The VJ was extremely confused now. The girls in the audience were quiet. "Hi, Bryan," I said. "Hi," he said back. "Look, the two of you talking like this won't get you anywhere," Nicky said. "I'm sure Nessa has Niamh's mobile number, and-" "I don't have a mobile anymore," I said. "Oh, well then, we have a problem," Nicky threw his hands in the air. "I have Nessa's number though. If Bryan uses her phone or something, we can work it out," I said. "That's a great idea," Bryan said. "Call her right now!" he marched off screen again. "Call her!" Nicky said. "She's backstage!" I hung up. Caoimhe had been listening to the whole thing. "What are you waiting for, call her phone!" she demanded. I searched through my bag for my address book, while the VJ continued the interview with the remaining members. I found it. "Hello?" answered Bryan. "Hi," I said. "How have you been doing?" he asked. "Fairly well," I answered. "Get out of here," I told Caoimhe, covering the receiver. She left. "What was that you said?" he asked, hearing a bit of it. "Nothing," I said. "So how have you been?" "I'd like to say good, but really I'm not. You saw me. I was thinking of you then. I do that fairly often," he answered. "I do that sometimes too, only thinking about you," I said, starting to cry. "Don't cry, sweetheart," he said using the affectionate term that he always used for me. "You know I hate it when you cry." "I'm crying because I'm happy that we're finally working it out!" I exclaimed. "Well, that's good!" he exclaimed. "I'm really sorry about not calling, but I don't think I had your mobile number to begin with!" I said. "I tried calling the record company, but they wouldn't give it to me, and when I asked Nessa, she didn't know and she kept on forgetting and-" "It's all right, sweetheart. Just as long as we're talking now," he said, making my heart melt. We resolved everything. I was going to leave Lord of the Dance, and once again join on as a Westlife dancer. I was ecstatic. Caoimhe was very sad to see me go. She would have been the next Morrighan (the role I played), if it hadn't been for me, so once she got that news, she went ballistic and couldn't wait for me to be gone! It was all good though. We promised to keep in touch. I was to meet Bryan at the airport. I couldn't wait. My flight was delayed though, so it would be an extra hour before I got to see him. When I got off the plane, I was the first one off! I saw him, as I came to the meeting place. We hugged for a while, and then we kissed. That must have been the best kiss I've ever had!!! I got back with the dance steps in no time. Sure, it was different from Lord of the Dance, but I had my best friend, Nessa, my life, and my love, Bryan. Epilogue: It's five years after I got back with Bryan. I can't believe we've been together for five years. Anyway, Westlife has gone. They just split one day, when Mark had a nervous break-down. He said he just couldn't stand the fame and all the fans. They decided that it would be better to just quit, since Mark was an essential part of the group. Plus, bands never did well anyway when a member was missing. Bryan and I are getting married. Nicky and Georgina have been happily married for over a year, they got married a few months after the group split. Kian and Nessa, they're still going together. They just want to hold out on getting married for another year or so. Shane found a nice English girl, Lily's her name. They've only been going out for a few months, so I think marriage won't be for a while. Mark got married to the girl he was seeing right after the group split. She's very nice and her name's Marie. They have a very cute little girl. Sometimes, when I look back on that day that I got back with Bryan, I think that if Caoimhe hadn't have turned the TV to that channel, or if we had gone out, then I would have missed it. Sure, there could have been another chance, but probably not. Caoimhe died a while ago, a man went into a club she was in, and open fired. She got hit. I'm thankful to her, because she got me back with the love of my life. Bryan and I have decided to name our first daughter after her. I'll miss you Caoimhe. Author's Note: Sorry about the ending, I know it' s a little corny, but what can I say, I like to have a bit of sorrow in a story. This is a very bad fic. It's the first (and maybe only) fic that I've ever finished, and I've written a lot of fics. Buffy the Vampire Slayer fics, Lord of the Dance fics, Erik Von Detten fics, Serial Joe fics, and a ton of unfinished Westlife fics. Please tell me what you think of this fic. E-mail me at bryanmcfaddenlover@hotmail.com bryanmcfaddenlover@yahoo.com bryanmcfaddenlover@westlifefan.net I was desperate to get this finished so I know it's pretty bad. |