Your POV

~Two weeks later~

"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own? You can always come home with me."

"I'm sure, Mum. I came here to study... why am I here again?"

My mum smiles softly at me. "You're here to study music. You're really good at piano, and the guitar, and drums. And you sing like an absolute angel."

I begin to panic. "I-I'll have to learn everything all over again, though."

"It won't be that bad, I promise. You're real quick at picking things up."

I grin and give her one last hug then watch as she hops in a cab and drives off to Brighton... I think that's where she said home is.

~June, 2009~

I double check that the camera is recording then sit back on my bed, guitar in hand.

"Hello, people of the internet. Uhh... my name is Y/N and welcome to my Youtube channel."

I rant on for a little bit about why I'm starting this channel, who I am, and what I plan on doing.

"Anyway, now that the boring stuff is out of the way, I'm going to sing Unintended by Muse, one of my favourite bands."

As I play the song, that feeling of need hits me like a brick. Like I always do, I shrug it off.

I don't need things like this keep me from achieving my dreams.

~March, 2011~

"So... I may or may not have just bought your album."

I roll my eyes. "Aww, Mum!"

"I'm so proud of you! I'm going to listen to it everyday, I hope you know that."

I chuckle. "If only Dad were still here." Silence. "Mum?"

"What? Oh, yeah. He'd be crying into stupid Guns 'n Roses shirt he always wore."

I sigh. "I wish I could remember him. I guess I was too young to remember, anyway."

"Yeah. I've got to go, baby girl. Love you lots."

"Love you more," I reply as the line goes flat.

And that's when I get to work, writing a song about my father.

~November, 2012~

"Y/N?" I jump and turn around, almost spilling coffee all over my favourite F/C hoodie.

I turn around to see a tall man with emerald green eyes and brown, curly hair. Another fan. I can't even enjoy a drink at Starbucks without being noticed.

"Oh, hi. Uhh, would you like a photo?"

The man looks down at me in confusion.

"Y/N... it's me." I stare at the man, confused. "PJ. Your friend."

This time, I do spill my coffee and groan.

"Shit! It's hot!" I almost scream. PJ hands me some napkins and I quietly thank him as I take them, wiping up my hot drink.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply as I place the coffee-soaked napkins on the table. "So, you said you we're friends?"

He frowns and nods. "You don't remember?"

I give the man, PJ, an apologetic look. "It's a long story-"

"PJ! We have to go!" We turn to the front door to see a man, who I'm presuming is PJ's friend. He has a chocolatey brown fringe swept to the right and the same coloured eyes.

I turn back to PJ and frown. He sighs. "I'm sorry, I have to go. My friends are waiting for their drinks."

"That's fine. How about I give you my number and we can hang out some other day and catch up, I guess."

He nods and we exchange numbers, then say our goodbyes.

I watch as he and his friend jog towards two men, who stand on the other side of the road. One has brown hair, and the other is almost the colour of snow and has a black fringe opposite to PJ's friend.

I stare at the black haired man for a while, butterflies going crazy in my chest. Then, when they walk out of my sight, I feel that pang in my chest and a hot tear slide down my cheek.

I sit, confused as to why I'm crying, and wipe the tears away. I shake off the feeling and quickly rise from my seat, exiting Starbucks and wishing that feeling of longing would go away.

~Febuary 2nd, 2017~

Peej: Can't wait to see you tomorrow! I have two people I want you to meet.

I smile down at the text.

Y/N: Can't wait to see you, too! And that would be great.

I stare down at my guitar and begin to feel my hands grow sweaty.

Tomorrow is the first time I perform I perform in front of not just on a screen or in front of friends but London, and I'd be lying if I said I'm okay with it.