1=Right, here's my 'lil fanfic ;D Ok, I'm Callie, yeah? And I'm twenty one, but it's written in 3rd person. Kiana is 22. I have a feeling it might change from Callie's P.O.V. to Tom's every now and again. Kiana ight not be in it for a while, though.

Callie groaned frustratedly, blowing her fringe out of her eyes. But, of course, the black locks fluttered back into the exact same position that they had been in a moment ago. She snapped the pencil that she had been holding in half.

"Fuck. The. World." She muttered, putting her drawing down. She knew she should have listened to her mother. But Callie had been driven by her adolescent needs and chose to ignore her and take a career in art, selling her paintings. She wasn't getting a lot of money, but she was getting enough. London was a really big city with lots of tourists, which meant good money. Although, sometimes, she did miss the quieter life she had in Bolton.

She had quick look around the shop. Her paintings and drawings were hanging on the wall, on shelves, anywhere, really. They weren't expensive, so people did like to come in and buy a few at a time. They littered the room, giving it a sort of cheery atmosphere. Callie flipped the sign on the door from 'Open' to 'Closed'. It was only 12:30 but she needed a lunch break.

Locking the door behind her, she put the key in her pocket and pulled out her drawing pad from the shoulder bag that she had slung over her shoulder moments before leaving the shop. She took the pencil that always perched behind her ear out of its space and continued shading in a drawing that she had been working on.

She wasn't looking were she was going as she was so engrossed in her painted, so when she bumped into a solid object a strange, high pitched noise escaped her mouth.

"Sorry," She said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and trying to sidestep the person but they grabbed her shoulder.

"Callie?" The mention of her name made her look up for the first time at the person that she had walked into. It took her a couple of minutes to work out who it was. A guy, who had spikey brown her and gorgeous hazel eyes. They stood there in the street while people passed around them

"Tom?"

Her voice was barely a whisper but then she laughed, her green eyes brightening. "Tom!" She grinned enthusiastically.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, enveloping her in a hug. She hugged him back tightly.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" She asked, starting to laugh uncontrollably.

"I'm with the guys," Tom answered, ending the hug and pointing over to a group of four guys. Callie furrowed her brows.

"Since when do you have friends?" She joked. Suddenly she froze, looking at the other guys closely, a hint of recognition flickered over her features.

One of them, the smallest, had blue-y greenish coloured eyes and wavy brown hair. Another one, the second smallest, had a shaven head, and startling grey eyes. The third one was quite tall with curly hair and bright blue eyes and the fourth one was really tall, tanned skin, eyes that were nearly black and cheekbones that any guy would die for.

"Oh my god! ..How? When?" She asked, flustered.

"How did you not notice?" For a moment, he seemed slightly surprised, sad and disappointed.

"Tom, you know I don't really listen to boy bands, never mind actually looking at who was in them," she shook her head.

He laughed a mighty northerners' laugh and winked at her. The memories of when they were kids came flying back.

"You gave me this scar, here" He said, pointing to the one just next to his nose.

"I did not!" She argued.

"You did so! You pushed me off of my a bike!"

The other lads from The Wanted burst into laughter at that, Jay's laugh standing out the most. Max checked his watch.

"Hey, Tom. We really need to go. Jayne with throttle us if we're late again,"

Thomas pursed his lips for a moment before pulling out his phone, motioning for Callie to do the same. She brought out her own Blackberry and the exchanged numbers.

"I'll text you later and we can meet up, yeah?" Tom asked and Callie smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, sure. If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to murder you, Thomas Parker,"

With that, they both turned and walked, laughing.

Callie and Tom had been best friends since... Well, as long as they could remember. Life long friends. Until the end of secondry when they went off to separate universities, when they lost contact. It had been pure and utter luck meeting him here, today, on the street. As she was walking away, she remembered just how much she had missed Tom.