*Note from author; So here it is the first chapter of my new fanfic...i really dont have a clue where its heading so i guess we'll just have to wait and see.. Enjoy, and as always please let me know what you think..*
Sexually explicit and moderate violence.
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The sun was high in a cloudless sky, it was the height of summer and beautiful weather in Manchester where i was staying to visit some family. My family are originally from Manchester but i moved down to London to do a law degree and i guess i just clicked with it, you know? Well ive been there ever since anyway. My name is Libby O'Regan, I'm 27, not married, no kids. I live a pretty normal life, go to work, come home, meet with friends occasionally. That kind of thing. Anyway, back to sunny Manchester.
Id been stopping with my parents for a week for my brothers wedding, it was nice to catch up with the family, you know, those members of it that you only see at weddings, funerals and huge birthday bashes? It was lovely to get away from work for a week aswell, but now its all over and im on my way back home.
"You'll drive safely wont you honey?" Mom asks as she shuts my car door to. "And you'll call as soon as you get home?"
"Yes mom." I smile at her, shes always been a worrier, but at least she cares. "I'll see you soon!" I shout out of the window towards the house as i start up the ignition.
"Take care Libby!" My dad calls as i slowly pull off the driveway.
Twenty minuets later im cruising my way out of Manchester when suddenly the car seems to loose all its power. Im stuck doing about 30 miles an hour on a dual carriageway. Shit. Then 20. Oh holy Fuck. Scanning the roadside, i quickly spot a turn off onto a quieter road. Dragging the car onto this road i spot a small garage about 400 feet away. I sigh inwardly to myself as i roll onto the garage forecourt doing about six miles and hour. Thank fuck for that.
Jumping out of the car i see a middle aged man walking towards me, hes tall, with jet black hair and oily overalls on.
"Alright love?" he smiles.
"Errm, no not really." I return his sunny smile, "Its just stopped working." I laugh, nodding towards the car.
"Stopped working you say?..." The bloke smiles a lopsided smile. I nod sweetly. "I'll take a look." He says, beckoning over two other men in blue oiley overalls. Together they all begin to push my car away into the garage. "I'll be back in a min and let you know whats up with it!" The mechanic shouts back over his shoulder.
"Thanks!" I call back. I wonder over to the entrance of the garage and let my head rest against one of the bright red pillars, the sun shining down onto my face. I close my eyes for a moment and sigh loudly. Trust this to happen to me now, just as i was on my way home. On a God damn dual carriageway aswell. Rubbing my face in my hands i groan.
"Someone looks fed up." A friendly voice brings me back from my daydream.
"Ha." I smirk, my eyes still closed. "You could say that ye."
"Nothing worse is there eh? They're great when they're bloody working, buggers when they're not." The friendly voice seems even friendlier, he sounds familiar, but i dont think i know him.
"Yeah, you said it." I sigh, looking down at my feet to avoid the blinding sunlight. I still havent looked at the friendly stranger next to me.
"Anyway, Hi. Im Gary."
I turn slightly to see an out stretched hand. Not looking at the person on the other end of it i shake it, Its soft, well looked after and rather big. It kind of swallows my hand up, but in a loving sort of way.
"Im-" I risk a glance at the stranger. Mother of God. Im stood there. My mouth gaping open as i let go of Gary Barlows hand.
After what seems an eternity of me standing and staring at this God of a man stood in front of me, he speaks.
"And you are?..." Hes smiling, he can sense im totally starstruck. Be cool Libby! Be frikking cool man! I clear my throat.
"Im Libby." I smile.
"Lovely to meet you Libby." Hes got this really cute grin...hes so much hotter in real life. I didnt even know that was possible.
"3 weeks." The mechanics voice breaks the silence.
"What?"
"Your call will be 3 weeks. The turbos gone. It'll take me 3 weeks to fix it, wanna leave me your address and ill drop it at your house when im done?"
"3 weeks?!" I choke. "3 weeks?! I need to get back to London tonight!! What the hell am i suppose to do with out a car for 3 weeks? Ive got work!"
"Sorry love." The bloke offers an apologetic smile as he hands me a business card, a piece of paper and a pen. I scrawl down my address for him and he wonders off. I groan loudly. Just my luck.
"Your going back to London, you say?" Garys speaking again, with that whole sexy grin thing.
"Well not any more..." I sulk, bewildered by my own ability to legitimately sulk like a teenager in front of the actual Gary Barlow, but i am so thoroughly and utterly pissed off.
"Me too."
My eyes shoot up to meet his. He has wonderfully beautiful green eyes, they're stunning. "Oh really?" I grant him a small smile.
"Yup," He takes a set of car keys from his back pocket. "Right now actually, im on my way, i just stopped here for some oil." He starts sauntering over to a black sports car.
"Why are you telling me this Gary?" Im startled by my own confidence.
"Because your coming with me."
"What?!"
"You need to get to London. Im going to London. Ill give you a lift. It makes sense doesnt it?"
"I guess so..." I mutter. What the fuck is going on?! Did Gary Barlow just offer me a lift home?!"
"Good." He grins. "Hop in." He holds the passenger door open for me, hes a true gentleman. Cautiously i settle into the seat, its expensive leather, it smells good too. But of course it does, its Gary Barlows car.
Sexually explicit and moderate violence.
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The sun was high in a cloudless sky, it was the height of summer and beautiful weather in Manchester where i was staying to visit some family. My family are originally from Manchester but i moved down to London to do a law degree and i guess i just clicked with it, you know? Well ive been there ever since anyway. My name is Libby O'Regan, I'm 27, not married, no kids. I live a pretty normal life, go to work, come home, meet with friends occasionally. That kind of thing. Anyway, back to sunny Manchester.
Id been stopping with my parents for a week for my brothers wedding, it was nice to catch up with the family, you know, those members of it that you only see at weddings, funerals and huge birthday bashes? It was lovely to get away from work for a week aswell, but now its all over and im on my way back home.
"You'll drive safely wont you honey?" Mom asks as she shuts my car door to. "And you'll call as soon as you get home?"
"Yes mom." I smile at her, shes always been a worrier, but at least she cares. "I'll see you soon!" I shout out of the window towards the house as i start up the ignition.
"Take care Libby!" My dad calls as i slowly pull off the driveway.
Twenty minuets later im cruising my way out of Manchester when suddenly the car seems to loose all its power. Im stuck doing about 30 miles an hour on a dual carriageway. Shit. Then 20. Oh holy Fuck. Scanning the roadside, i quickly spot a turn off onto a quieter road. Dragging the car onto this road i spot a small garage about 400 feet away. I sigh inwardly to myself as i roll onto the garage forecourt doing about six miles and hour. Thank fuck for that.
Jumping out of the car i see a middle aged man walking towards me, hes tall, with jet black hair and oily overalls on.
"Alright love?" he smiles.
"Errm, no not really." I return his sunny smile, "Its just stopped working." I laugh, nodding towards the car.
"Stopped working you say?..." The bloke smiles a lopsided smile. I nod sweetly. "I'll take a look." He says, beckoning over two other men in blue oiley overalls. Together they all begin to push my car away into the garage. "I'll be back in a min and let you know whats up with it!" The mechanic shouts back over his shoulder.
"Thanks!" I call back. I wonder over to the entrance of the garage and let my head rest against one of the bright red pillars, the sun shining down onto my face. I close my eyes for a moment and sigh loudly. Trust this to happen to me now, just as i was on my way home. On a God damn dual carriageway aswell. Rubbing my face in my hands i groan.
"Someone looks fed up." A friendly voice brings me back from my daydream.
"Ha." I smirk, my eyes still closed. "You could say that ye."
"Nothing worse is there eh? They're great when they're bloody working, buggers when they're not." The friendly voice seems even friendlier, he sounds familiar, but i dont think i know him.
"Yeah, you said it." I sigh, looking down at my feet to avoid the blinding sunlight. I still havent looked at the friendly stranger next to me.
"Anyway, Hi. Im Gary."
I turn slightly to see an out stretched hand. Not looking at the person on the other end of it i shake it, Its soft, well looked after and rather big. It kind of swallows my hand up, but in a loving sort of way.
"Im-" I risk a glance at the stranger. Mother of God. Im stood there. My mouth gaping open as i let go of Gary Barlows hand.
After what seems an eternity of me standing and staring at this God of a man stood in front of me, he speaks.
"And you are?..." Hes smiling, he can sense im totally starstruck. Be cool Libby! Be frikking cool man! I clear my throat.
"Im Libby." I smile.
"Lovely to meet you Libby." Hes got this really cute grin...hes so much hotter in real life. I didnt even know that was possible.
"3 weeks." The mechanics voice breaks the silence.
"What?"
"Your call will be 3 weeks. The turbos gone. It'll take me 3 weeks to fix it, wanna leave me your address and ill drop it at your house when im done?"
"3 weeks?!" I choke. "3 weeks?! I need to get back to London tonight!! What the hell am i suppose to do with out a car for 3 weeks? Ive got work!"
"Sorry love." The bloke offers an apologetic smile as he hands me a business card, a piece of paper and a pen. I scrawl down my address for him and he wonders off. I groan loudly. Just my luck.
"Your going back to London, you say?" Garys speaking again, with that whole sexy grin thing.
"Well not any more..." I sulk, bewildered by my own ability to legitimately sulk like a teenager in front of the actual Gary Barlow, but i am so thoroughly and utterly pissed off.
"Me too."
My eyes shoot up to meet his. He has wonderfully beautiful green eyes, they're stunning. "Oh really?" I grant him a small smile.
"Yup," He takes a set of car keys from his back pocket. "Right now actually, im on my way, i just stopped here for some oil." He starts sauntering over to a black sports car.
"Why are you telling me this Gary?" Im startled by my own confidence.
"Because your coming with me."
"What?!"
"You need to get to London. Im going to London. Ill give you a lift. It makes sense doesnt it?"
"I guess so..." I mutter. What the fuck is going on?! Did Gary Barlow just offer me a lift home?!"
"Good." He grins. "Hop in." He holds the passenger door open for me, hes a true gentleman. Cautiously i settle into the seat, its expensive leather, it smells good too. But of course it does, its Gary Barlows car.
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ReplyDeleteJust started reading this fanfic now,its sooo addictive , and finally someone who agrees he has green and not blue eyes ! ^.^
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