"Okay, spill. What happened?" Matty asked, crawling over and sitting in George's lap on the couch.

"He kissed me twice." I spilled.

"No Fucking way!" Matty screamed, making George jump slightly.

"Sorry, love." He quickly mumbled, kissing George on the cheek.

I smiled at them.

"So he kissed you? Twice?" Matty asked.

"Yeah. Once before he fell asleep and once as I was leaving earlier." I explained.

"Oh my god. That's... Wow... So are you two finally a thing?" Matty asked.

"Eh, no. He never said anything."

"What'dya mean?" Matty asked, resting against George.

"He never... asked or like... Said anything about being an item." I said.

"Mm..." Matty hummed.

"Well, he should do." George commented.

I smiled.

"We have a few of our band mates coming to our flat in an hour or so. You can finally meet them." Matty said, changing the subject.

"Oh! Yay!" I cheered.

"It's Adam Hann and Ross MacDonald." George noted.

"Ah, yes. I get to meet the other half of genius." I laughed.

"We'd be nothing without Adam's guitar licks and Ross' skilled bass skills." Matty said.

George's face turned into a frown, "and my drumming and mixing."

"Yes, yes, of course love." Matty said, stroking his cheek gently as he giggled.

"Drama queen." Matty rolled his eyes.

"Anyways,"

~~~
Who knew that that one word would lead to a whole spiraling conversation about anything and everything.

Before I knew it, the hour was up and there was a knock at the flat door.

Marty jumped up and jogged over to it, opening it and greeting two tall men.

One was thin, and shy looking. He had brown hair, that had hints of natural blonde. He had facial hair, not too much, but a good amount. He had green eyes, that had small specks of blue and maybe even yellow.

He was wearing a black sweater and black jeans.

When he stepped out of the embrace of Matty, and past him, George stood, adjusted his clothing and walked over, giving him a hug.

The other man had black hair, and a beard, he was a bit chubbier but by no means fat.

He had a bright smile, and extremely white teeth.

He was wearing a black coat, with a Joy Division shirt on underneath, and black jeans.

I stood up as they all began to come to the couches.

"Oh, yes! Ross, Adam, this is our friend Sarah! Little sister of Nicholas O'Malley of the Arctic Monkeys, but her own person entirely!" Matty introduced.

I smiled at him and then them.

"Hello!" I smiled.

"Alright, love!" Ross smiled, walking over and pulling me into a hug.

I was a bit caught off guard but i hugged back with a soft giggle playing on my lips.

"He hugs everyone." George commented.

He backed up.

"It's alright. I don't mind a warm welcome." I said.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah." Adam spoke, stepping forward hesitantly and leaning down to give me a gentle hug.

"Likewise." I smiled, hugging him back.

They let go and all piled on the couch, and I sat on the chair next to the couch.

'He's shy sometimes.'

Matty mouthed to me.

'Adam.'

He clarified.

I nodded.

'I don't mind.'

I mouthed back.

We all ended up watching a film together, and I was beginning to fall asleep on the single, cushy sofa.

"Love," a soft voice called, and I felt my hair being pushed back.

I opened my eyes.

"Would you like to stay here the night, or would you like me to drive you home?" Matty asked.

I scanned his face.

He was terribly handsome.

So was George.

They were good together.

"I can... I could just walk..." I said, rubbing my eyes as I sat up.

"No, no, no. I gave you your two options." He said.

"I don't want to be a bother. I could just go home." I said.

"Are you sure? You really wouldn't be a bother." Matty noted.

"Mm... Yeah, I should go home. I haven't spent a proper night at home in a few days." I smiled.

He nodded. "I understand."

And with that, Matty drove me home, I gave him a hug, said goodbye, and then went inside, changing and falling asleep with no problem at all.

That night, I don't know why, but I dreamt about the first time I saw Alex.

I remember, all those years ago.

I remember walking down the hall, I remember going down stairs, and giving mum a kiss.

I remember her asking me if Nick was home yet.

I remember running into the living room, jumping on the couch and staring out the window, waiting for him to come home.

I remember seeing him, Matt, and Alex on the sidewalk.

I remember opening the door and seeing the oh so famous aviators resting upon his nose, even from the distance.

I remember asking Nick who that was, and I remember him saying, "Wouldn't you like to know?" And laughing.

I remember the peck on my forehead.

I remembered all of it, and relived it all in my dream.

I awoke with a happy feeling, a warmth that resonated throughout my body.

A soft glow filled the room, and I smiled at the window.

I laid there for a while, just appreciating the warmth and light that danced around the room, illuminating the lightly painted walls.

It was nice to have this.

It was nice to feel secure.

To be at home.

To have comfort.

I loved the tour, but I'd lie if I'd said that I didn't miss home just a little.

Though, it had slipped my mind quite a bit on tour with all the occurances and happenings.

The two bar incidents were quite insane.

I remember them vividly, though the bruises have long since healed.

One of the memories that would never leave my mind would be the night that Alex broke.

Well, sort of.

I remember stepping out of that back door, and how angry he was.

I remember the force that the hug held when he wrapped his arms around me.

I remember his shaking frame...

It was worse that day in the park.

Many things over the years had left small scars on my brain, but I tried my best to push past them.

I could easily have the mindset of, 'It's not fair.' Because it isn't.

But I can't change that. I know that. So I don't dwell on it, and when I do, It's usually not by choice. It's usually something bad.

I sighed, closing my eyes again.

Maybe a few more minutes sleep.