I've always been a true romance kind of girl. I love romantic films/books/stories. I always had an idea of what I would feel like when I was in love and what it would be like. Let's just say being in love was not how I imagined it.

"CHARLIE LETS GO ALREADY." And that was my que to leave. "I'm coming I'm coming, hang on." I said whilst touching up my lips with some red lipstick and pulling up the ripped jeans that had been lying around my ankles for a good 10 minutes. One final check in the mirror and I was ready to go. "Be safe," Tommy said. "Always am," I said whilst grabbing Grace's hand and dragging her out the door before giving Tommy the chance to answer. Tommy was my 22 year old brother, he did have his own place but being 22 and living in London was not cheap, so he came home usually for home cooked meals, for my mother to do the laundry, to annoy me. Usually to annoy me.

"God we haven't been out in aaaaaaaages," Grace said prolonging the 'a'.

"I know man, too long," and then as an after thought I added, "Where exactly are we going again?" Grace just looked at me and smirked (which was never good). "Come on!" she giggled whilst dragging me down the road. I knew exactly where we were going. The Towers pub. It was actually a pretty decent pub, the food was good in the day and the drinks were good in the night. Although I wouldn't know much about the drinks as I hardly ever drunk. An 18 year old who hardly ever drunk, what a revolution. They also had live bands that play there sometimes, usually on a saturday night and seeing as this was a glorious saturday night I assume I will have the pleasure of listening to some hideous band that are aiming to make something out of their hideous lives as they scrounge for any gig they can get and spend the money they don't have on drugs they don't need to impress people they don't like. It was all a vicious circle really. I dated a guy in a band when I was 16. As you can probably tell by my previous cynical description of bands, it didn't end very well.

The live band had already started when we walked in and The Towers was packed. "You go get a table, I'll get the drinks." Grace shouted, well it sounded almost like a whisper to me over how loud the band was playing, but im pretty sure she shouted. I made my way through the crowd stepping on numourous peoples feet and elbowing a fair amount of arms. I saw a couple getting up and walking away from their table, I practically dived over there and sat down, almost on top of the man who hadn't fully got up yet. I then proceeded to appologise to him and his girlfriend, slightly embarassed. We had a pretty good view of the band from this table, I didn't recognise their music or them for that matter. They sounded pretty good though. There was the main guy singing he was sort of just dancing around and flicking his hair back and fourth, like mild moshing. There was a drummer who was pulling some ghastly faces as he drummed. There was a guitarist who also had a keyboard next to him, he looked pretty cute he was mildly bobbing his head along to the song. There was a bass player who wasn't really moving at all but looked like he was completely lost in the music. "Hey these are pretty good!" Grace shouted once again over the loud atmostphere whilst placing the drinks on the table, "Yeah not bad," I half heartedly muttered which she almost definitely didn't even hear. The atomosphere in The Towers tonight was incredible, the band really had everyone going for it. Everyone normally just sits around and listens to the live bands without really listening. But most people were standing up and jumping up and down and dancing. "Come on!" Grace called whilst grabbing my arm and dragging me out to the front of the crowd before even giving me time to answer. We were now pretty close to the band, within touching distance. All I kept thinking was that we've probably lost our table and our drinks along with it. I looked at the lead singer as he twirled around, what an idiot. He came back to the mic and started singing again, he had a really unique sounding voice. He was now staring directly at me smiling whilst singing, he then proceeded to wink at me. Grace elbowed me and raised her eyebrows, I laughed and rolled my eyes. Ignoring his gesture I continued to happily bob my head to the music.

The band had finished and the pub had now died down a bit, still busy but not jam packed thank God. Some guy had started talking to Grace so I decided to leave them too it and I headed to the bar. I didn't really drink much so when I did go to order I never actually knew what drink to order. Grace was the one to pick the drinks on the rare occasion that I actually decided to drink alcohol. "What can I get ya darling?" "Uh I'll have a corona please." Grace had got me one before and it was one of the only alcoholic bevarges I actually didn't mind the taste of. I swivelled around on the chair I was sitting on. The pub really had died down since the band had stopped playing, there was actually enough room to breathe. The band was now just mingling with people. The lead singer was stood talking to some guy. He had black skinny jeans on a black top that had a numerous amounts of holes in and looked like he had worn it everday for 365 days. His hair was shaved on each side leaving a mess of curly hair in the middle. Strange choice, but I liked it, he could definitely pull it off. He turned and noticed me looking at him. I immediately turned back to the guy getting my drink, embarassed by the fact I had been staring at him. "Lime?" The guy behind the bar said.

"What?" I questioned.

"Lime?" He repeated. To which i just stared blanked faced at him.

"He means would you like lime in your drink." A voice behind me said, I quickly turned around and saw that it was the shaved head lead singer. This was completely embarassing, why couldn't I just be a normal 18 year old who knew these things. "Oh um, y-yes please." I stuttered remembering that grace had always had lime in her coronas. I then turned to the shaved head lead singer and smiled a very awkward smile. The kind of smile that says 'you are so kind but I kinda wanna die right now'. "What's your name?" He blurted out, the smell of wine and cigarettes on his breath.

"What's yours?" I said without hesitation.

"I asked you first." He replied

"I asked you second," I said with a slight smugness in my tone.

"Matty."

"Is that short for Matthew?" No idea why that even mattered. I immediately felt stupid for asking him that.

"Yeah." He half laughed as he said it whilst handing the guy behind the bar a £5 note saying so smoothly, "I'll get this for the no named girl, and keep the change buddy."

"I do have a name, and thank you."

"I don't doubt that you have a name but until you give me the pleasure of knowing your name, to me you will simply be known as the no named girl."

"My name is not something I just simply give out, the one wanting my name must earn it."

"And how does one earn your name darling?" He said whilst smiling.

"Play your cards right and you'll find out." I couldn't believe my confidence, this never ever happened to me. Was I flirting? I don't even know what the word 'flirting' meant and I certainly wasn't good at it. "Let's get out of here." He said.

"What?" I asked, sure that I had misheard him.

"Let's go," he repeated grabbing my hand and dragging me across the pub before giving me time to even conjure up an answer.

"Two seconds, wait here!" I said releasing my hand from his grasp. I walked over to Grace who was swapping spit with some guy. I awkwardly tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hey grace I'm going to go now, make sure you get home safe and call me tomorrow." Then turning to the guy she was with saying, "Hey buddy look after her!" With the most serious look I could conjour up on my face but couldn't quite take him seriously due to the fact he had a top that said 'YOLO' on the front. I walked away and Grace shouted after me "Love you you twat," she's so great. Matty was right where I left him. "Ready?" He almost shouted over the loud noise.

"Ready as ever." I replied. He once again grabbed my hand and led me out of the pub through the many people. We walked along the street that was so quiet that my ears were actually ringing from the contrast of the loud pub. First of all let me get this straight. I am not the type of girl to walk through the streets of London at 1am with a complete stranger, but for some apparent reason which I am still trying to figure out, it felt completely right. It was pretty goddamn cold and I had failed to wear a jacket. I tucked my hands into my pocket and tried to act like I wasn't f r e e z i n g. I wondered if the sides of his head were cold. "So what's your story no named girl?" I stared up into the star filled night sky and thought about what a complete cliche this was. "What do you mean?" I asked him. We walked side by side. The sides of our arms occasionally brushing together which made me feel nervous. "What's your dreams, hopes, ambitions." I stared at him blankly. He doesn't even know my name and he wants to know my life story? He turned to face me and laughed at the expression I was holding. "What's so funny?" I asked suddenly self concious. "I'm kidding darling, but seriously what's your name? I can't hack this whole mysterious no named girl thing." I debated whether to prolong the mystery but decided against it.

"Charlie." I said.

"Short for Charlotte?" He asked mockingly.

"Yup, but don't ever call me that." I immediately regretted telling him not to call me that knowing that every time in the past I have said that everyone then proceeds without my concent to call me charlotte which I detested.

"Why not, Charlotte?" I shot him a complete uninterested look. Once again he laughed.

"As nice as this has been, I'm going to go now," I said.

"Aw man, your not even going to let me walk you home?"

"For all I know you could be an axe murderer, it wouldn't be wise." I was only half being serious.

"I can assure you I'm not." We stood silently for a minute while I debated on wether or not I would take him up on his offer to walk me home. What's the worst that could happen? "I live a couple of streets away. But i swear to god if you come back and murder me in my sleep I will haunt your ass," He laughed, a real laugh that could most definitely break hearts. Now that I was sure of. He was the completely stereotypical bad boy there was no doubt about that. He fit the category perfectly with his eye catching good looks, his jaw dropping style and his heart melting smile. Matthew Healy was a heart breaker but yet I still found myself allowing him to walk with me through the streets of London at 1am? This could not end well.

"Pretty funny. I promise I won't," He assured me. We walked in a comfortable silence for a while. I shivered as the wind blew stronger and I could only imagine what my hair looked like, it was already a mess of curls. I probably looked like I had been dragged out of a bush. It was actually begining to get pretty goddamn cold and I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket. "Is this the part where I'm meant to give you my jacket?" He said sarcastically.

"No." I scoffed. Although a jacket would be good right now.

"Good because I'm fucking freezing," I couldn't help but laugh. Again we walked in a comfortable silence. I wanted to ask him so many questions, I wanted so badly to know him and I have no idea why. "Your bands pretty good." I said, partly because it was true and partly because I just wanted to break the once comfortable but now borderline awkward silence. "Thank you, I'm glad you like us."

"How long have you been together?"

"10 years," I shot him a shocked look

"Jeez that's a long time." He laughed a little.

"Doesn't feel like it, we've only now just started playing gigs and stuff though. Before it just used to be the four of us in my bedroom writing records." He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared down to the floor. He looked so innocent but something tells me he was far from innocent. "How old were you when you started?" I asked.

"14." I wondered whether he knew i was 18, I mean I assume so I kind of do look my age. I have short blonde ridiculously curly hair that was uncontrolable and made me look like I was 12 years old.

"Bet the 14 year old you was a hit with the ladies." I said jokingly

"And the 24 year old me." He said then turned to look at me with a great big smirk on his face. He had a pretty kind of dirty face. Now were just outside of my house, so I stopped and turned to him. "I'll be the judge of that." I had no idea where this new streak of confidence came from. He raised his eyebrows and half laughed a bit. "This is me." I said pointing to the red bricked house, "Good bye Matty." He went to say something but I interrupted him, "Don't, you'll ruin it."

"Ruin what?" He asked and ever so slightly moved closer to me

"This, this whole thing."

"We have a thing?" I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean. This whole cliche of boy meets girl."

"Can I at least have your number?" I admired his confidence but I do not date guys in bands, nuh uh no way.

"I tell you what. If we happen to meet each other again out of complete coincidence then I will be forced to give you my number. Deal?"

"No, no deal. London's a very big city." He said, again ever so slightly moving closer to me.

"Well it willl have to be a deal." I said crossing my arms. He moved even closer to me so now we were face to face. Any closer and our noses would be touching. He was taller than me so I had to look upwards. I could almost taste his booze filled breath and I could feel his warmth radiate against mine. He leaned in slightly and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me and I could feel my heart thud in my chest, but he didn't. Instead he looked me directly in my eyes and said, "Deal." He smirked like he was challenging me. He walked off, "Goodbye Charlotte." He said without turning around.

"Goodbye Matthew."