[Feat: danisnotonfire, crabstickz, KickThePj.]

A small sigh escaped your lips as you pulled your (H/L) hair up to tuck it into your motorbike helmet. It was always a tiring task but you knew it had to be done, to keep you safe incase you had an accident. That was the reason you were covered in leather despite the sun being up in the skies of London. "(Y/N)! Where are you going?" Your housemate called out of her bedroom window, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

She had been asleep when you had gotten ready and left, meaning you had left a note for her in the kitchen when she finally got up. "I told Phil I'd meet him and his mates today!" You called back, grabbing your helmet from the bike seat and looking up to her.

"You're going on your bike?"

"Might as well make an impression. And besides he lives on the other side of London and I don't have a car."

"The underground is always an option, or the bus?"

"(R/N) (roommates name)." You rolled your eyes and slipped your helmet onto your head. Your roommate had never liked the fact that you rode a motorbike most of the time, she couldn't understand why you just didn't get a car off your Father who brought you the bike. But she lived with it, she had no other choice really.

"I can't believe you're going to meet your boyfriend and his friends on a motorbike. If I recall you said they were all nerds not bikers!" (R/N) called again but it fell on deaf ears as you revved the engine loudly. Leaning your body forward slightly you kicked the vehicle in first gear and pulled away from the curb, sliding onto the tarmac road instantly. The hum of the engine soothed you as you rode towards your destination, the feeling of the wind around your body familiar.

It would take at least half an hour to get to your destination, with all the London traffic around pretty much twenty four seven. It was annoying for most people but on a bike the constant stopping was even worse. Vibrations sent through your body could be a little uncomfortable in a parked position for too long, often sending your legs numb. However, you loved riding too much to be upset over a little vibration and rarely dead legs. Your Father had always had bikes, whether he was fixing them or riding them it didn't matter.

From a young age you had surrounded by the two wheeled vehicles and grew up loving them. Most would call you a tomboy but you didn't care, so what if you rode a motorbike everywhere? That was one of the reason you were surprised when Phil asked you out on a date. The pair of you were polar opposites and had very little in common. But that's what kept the relationship fresh and exciting, you always had different types of stories to tell one another when you met up and hung out.

After riding for forty minuets you pulled into a small parking lot just outside the park, kicking your stands down as you did so. Killing the engine you pulled your helmet from your head and shook you hair free, allowing the window to attack the warm strands. You shed your leather jacket and placed it onto the motorbike seat along with the helmet, your tank top now completely visible to the world. Grabbing your phone you pulled up Phil's contact and messaged him.

You: Hey Phil, I'm here. How long are you and the guys going to be?xxx

While waiting for a reply you moved your helmet and jacket once more to lift the seat up and pull out some money that you kept hidden in there. Just then, your phone buzzed.

Philly😇🌞👾: Just round the corner, Dan decided that getting up ten minuets before we agreed to leave was a good idea. Xxx

With a laugh you placed your phone back into your trouser pocket and placed your leather jacket in the compartment under the seat. Snapping the seat down once more you leant yourself against your bike as you waited for your boyfriend and his friends. Two minuets later someone called your name, causing you to turn with a smile. Phil was walking  a little ahead of the other three. Dan, Pj, and Chris all stared in shock as the blue eyed male engulfed you into a large hug, a giggle escaping your lips as he leant over your bike to do so.

"You can walk around it you know." You spoke, pulling back before pecking his lips softly. "It's not exactly large."

"I know, but it would take longer to hug you." He pouted before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and turning you to face the still shocked men behind him.

"Hi! You must be Dan, Pj and Chris. I've head so much about you all!"

"Is this yours?" Chris questioned, walking forward and placing his hand on your bike.

"Yep, you like?"

"I never took you as one to be into biker chicks Phil." Pj added as he joined Chris. "This is nice, a Harley Davidson?"

"Yeah, I find it drives better along London roads. It's not as bad when you have to stop either, seats comfy. Hop on." You gestured, pulling your helmet away as Pj tried to get onto the vehicle. Before he could get his leg over completely he toppled to the side and landed hard against the concert. Chris quickly tried to replace him only to have the same fate the other side, causing Dan to let out a loud laugh. "Your turn Dan." You grinned evilly.

"Oh no I'm good. Phil, why don't you try and get on?"

"I'd fall instantly." Rolling your eyes you placed your helmet down on the floor before swinging yourself onto the seat, setting yourself comfortably instantly as the boys watched in shock, all but Phil (he had seen you do it many times before). With a grin you patted behind yourself before helping Phil onto the back behind you. Within seconds his arms were latched around your waist to stable himself.

"Well what do you know, opposites really do attract." Dan commented as you tried unsuccessfully to get Phil to losses up on his grip slightly.