Before Bastille (Dan Smith fan fic)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Erica

Where was he? I'm so glad I told him to come earlier than he needed to. It was twenty to three. The bus came in... Five minutes.

I stood anxiously waiting.

Four minutes...

I got out my phone and texted him.

Dan hurry up, you're gonna miss the bus!!!

Three minutes...

I started tapping my foot anxiously before sending him another text.

Dan where are you!!!

Two minutes...

Come on Dan.

I started spam texting him lots of exclamation marks.

One minute!

I could see the bus! Sugar!

Dan! Come on!

It stopped, well there's not much point getting on it now-

"Erica!"

I turned to see someone running towards me. Wild spiked hair stuck out in all directions. As he got closer, I realised it was Dan.

Jumping onto the bus, I turned to see Dan right behind me. As the doors shut, we were left awkwardly facing each other.

He ran a hand through his quiff-like afro. Damn...

"Um...sorry!" I tried turning around, eventually, through an embarrassing struggle, we paid the bus driver, and sat at the front of the bus.

"Sorry I was so late..."

"Why! Why were you so late!"

"I um, misjudged how long it would um, take to walk here."

"By fifteen minutes! It's gonna be a close call anyway."

"Why, where are we um, going?"

Sugar! I had to change the subject.

"You need to stop saying "um" so much in your sentences, it's not great if you wanna be a journalist."

Dan went red. At least I changed the subject. He ran a hand through his hair again, it sprung back into shape. Oh my goodness...

"Great hair by the way."

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A/N

So here is the next chapter, as promised, there will be another update in about an hour. Also, if you wanted to know, Dan, Erica and Natalia are around 18. :)

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