A short fiction.

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DREAM OF LIES

I’ve always been the one of McFLY that was known as the one that got all the girls. I was the player, well, that’s what the media meant. Maybe I was. My philosophy was ‘treat others as you want to be treated yourself’, the golden rule. Maybe I should have tried to follow it a bit better, because somewhere along the way I failed. I didn’t have serious relationships with girls; I was just out ‘checking the markets’. Anyway, I had to have done something wrong, because my behaviour flashed right back at me.

I met her accidentally. She looked so fine, with her hair. Mostly I like brunettes, but this bird was FIT! She was slim, but she had curves on all the right places. She was not very tall. Just of perfect height. Her eyes met mine for a split second. They were piercing . I felt my knees getting weaker. She flashed me a smile, and I just knew I had to go and talk to her, get to know her. At least have her number. She turned and I followed her every move with my eyes. This day she was wearing a simple, white shirt with a black and white striped tie. She also wore a jeans mini skirt and high heels. She looked terribly perfect. Something in my head told me she was out of my league, and deep down I knew she was, but I couldn’t help it. This girl had to be mine!

She flashed me another smile as I walked past her. She sat down on a chair next to the window as the waitress came with her food. I waited for about five minutes before I walked past her again. She flashed me a third smile, so I took a chance and sat down. She looked a little surprised, but continued smiling. “I’m ” I introduced myself. She took my hand and I kissed her hand. A bit cheesy, I know. “I’m ” she replied sweetly. “Do you mind if I sit down?” I asked, and she said she didn’t mind and that company was good, since she had almost just arrived. “ is not a very common name here in the UK” I said, “and you told me that you almost just arrived, so where are you from?” she smiled at me, finished her chewing and replied. “I’m from Norway, actually.” This was when I said the cheesiest thing you could ever imagine; “Are every girl in as beautiful as you?” I know, major cheesy. She must have enjoyed it though, because she laughed and said; “You’re very good-looking yourself, .” I couldn’t help but smile. We enjoyed each others company so much that we agreed to meet each other later that night, on the local pub.

When she arrived I was like petrified. She was wearing tight jeans, high heels and a stunning, pale, pink top. I took her jacket and guided her to our table. We talked about her. Not because she started, but because I wanted to know everything about her. She told me that she was educated as an Air Hostess, and that she moved here to get more experience. She told me about , and I felt my feelings grow stronger. This was just the beginning.

She was the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry. But still, I didn’t regret a single day. She met the rest of the band, and I must admit that she had the same affect on them as me. I could see and drool over her, and I also knew that was falling for her when he heard what taste in music she had. knew she was perfect, and couldn’t deny it, even though he tried. This girl was like poison. One taste and you’re hooked. She kind of made me feel like a fool around my friends. Not with purpose I guess, but I felt plain weird. Our relationship was intense right from the start. After seven months together I moved away from the McFLY house and bought a flat together with her in the middle of London. Before we decided to move together I asked her how long she was planning to stay in England. “I love you, . I’ll stay here because I love you. I’m not going back!”

We loved having our own place. I had to admit it was nice to have a bit of order and cleanness in my home. After gigs and performances she left me roses by the door as I came home. She usually slept when we were finished. Her working days were hard and exhausting, but she managed to find time to watch us. That meant a lot to me. When we moved in together our ‘secret’ relationship was blown. All fans didn’t like her, and we were all over every teen magazine in the UK. I got through all the publicity and attention because of her. Magazines wrote so much about our relationship that we were said to be the biggest couple since John Lennon got together with that weirdo Yoko Ono.

I had never been in a relationship for more than three months before I met , and when we celebrated our one year anniversary it was huge. We had a romantic candle light dinner and were driven around London in a wagon that was pulled by two white horses. I had become more romantic after meeting her. I always tried my best to comfort her like she comforted me, but this was the most romantic I had ever done, and I probably won’t top it, ever again. After a year and a half together with her I had enough. I loved her so much it hurt, but there was something about her that made me see clearly that she was way out of my league. When I think of my many attempts to leave her, I get embarrassed. Every time she would turn to me and start to cry. She says she loves me more than anything and she promises me the universe. And every time I believed her. I don’t know how I could after all this time.

I stayed with her for two whole years. I finally found the strength to end it. She cried her heart out. Who could blame her, after all this time? I knew it was my entire fault. I should never have fallen for her in the first place. She was so much better than me, and even if she refused to let me say it, I think she knew it was true. Our break up came as a shock. Everyone had been waiting for me to propose; since I had said so many times that I wanted to marry her. I think saw his chance to conquer her, but that wasn’t what had in plan. “I love you, . You were my first true love, and I will always love you. I’m going back to now. To start a new life, because I don’t think I can have a life here without you. I’m taking all my stuff with me, along with all the good memories, and the pictures. Well, my share of them anyway. I wish you all the best, Daniel. I love you.” Her speech made me speechless. I didn’t know what to say at all. I was just standing there as such a fool. All I knew was that from the moment she flashed me a last, brave smile, I knew I one day would manage to write a song about her, as a tribute to everything we had. I waved at her and shouted; I will always love you too!”

Then she handed her bags over and disappeared through the terminal. I never saw or heard of her again, but I held my memories precious, and there was never a day that I didn’t think of her at least for one minute, or for just a split second. When it comes to the song I wrote it. It became a huge hit, and everyone talked about it. The worst thing was that I never got to hear what she thought about it.