Valleri | M. N. [COMPLETE]

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

     I woke up with the soft beams of sunlight showing through the cracks in the curtains, the warm touch soothed me – intriguing me to sleep a bit longer. Last night was a quick one, I had changed into some sleepwear and washed off my make up and happily went sound asleep.

As the morning carried on I eventually began to drift off again but was soon interrupted by the sudden beat of drums that startled me, being followed by a guitar, bass and tambourine. It took me a minute to realize I was still at Davy's and the boys were probably practicing for an upcoming gig. I got out of bed, dragging my feet on the floor and walked over to the once empty dresser that was now holding the clothes and items I brought from England.

I got dressed, slipping into a dark red dress complimented at the top with a black collar. I didn't bother with anything else except socks, and made my way out of the bedroom door. Sure enough, the four of them were up on stage as Micky was singing behind them. Davy nodded to me with a big smile, with a quick wink I sat myself on the sofa and grabbed the morning newspaper.

They finished the song not long after. My eyes were drifting from each word on the paper as I read about a local car crash that had happened recently. My attention was soon pulled away by the sound of Davy's voice.

"Hey Val, did you sleep alright?" He asked, sitting himself beside me

"I slept fine," I gave him a quick smile and turned back to the paper

"Peter I think you were a bit flat," Micky spoke suddenly, sitting on the steps looking down on Peter

"Well you didn't give me enough time to tune anything Micky," Peters lips pouted slightly as he looked up at Micky who shrugged to himself

"Do you have a gig soon or something?" I questioned, putting the paper down and looking to each of them

"We have one tonight, some party at one of those rich homes in the rich neighbourhood filled with rich people," Peter chuckle, a big smile pulled across his face

"It's not ideal, but we need money" Mike sighed, walking over to sit at the table with Peter

Davy thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers "You should come tonight, Val!" He exclaimed

"Yeah, good idea Davy!" Micky smiled, getting up from were he was sitting and walking over to Davy and I, sitting himself next to me

"Why is that such a good idea?" I asked

"Because you know how to act around these people, you work with them all the time, y'know working the those royal kids and all" Davy grinned, his eyes gleaming a bit

Everyone now and again, I'd be hired to babysit the "royal children" of Manchester, they actually weren't very royal but they were the richest families in those parts at least.

"Plus Davy said you sing, if we lose their interest you can do something they'll like," Micky added

"I'm not that posh"

"Yes but, you're good at pretending," Davy laughed

"I'll come to the gig, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna be your plan B."

"Valleri we put our trust in you," Mike spoke with a toothy grin

"Oh boy."

A/N
Sorry if this sucked, I wasn't sure what I wanted to write for the next chapter and I did this on the spot but the next chapter should be better okay 💘