Lorelai's POV
I place my hands in my trouser pockets, eyes to the floor as I speed walk through huge crowds of people. London was always busy, but now that Avicii's going to turn up at the O2 Arena today, it felt like every country's turned up. I bury my face in my coat collar to hide my flustered face that was wet with tears. Having just broken up with a douche-bag, I was an emotional wreck, and increasingly angry. It didn't help that I had to zigzag through the street to try no to knock into someone. I angrily manouvered around people who just seemed to stand there, until I walked straight into someone.
I looked up and scowled, finally breaking. "Look where you're going, bro." I snapped, glancing up at the stranger hiding under a dark hooded jumper.
"You look where you're going?" They growled back, voice thick with an accent. A Swedish accent. He looked up to glare back at me, when I gasped at the face under the hood.
"Oh my God, you're…" I stammered, suddenly feeling like crap. Their facial expression softened before he smiled softly at me.
"Yeah, I'm Avicii." He mumbled. I brought my hand to my mouth, my tears from earlier threatening to fall again. I just snapped at my celebrity crush and immediately felt stupid.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mr Bergling, uh, Mr Berg, Tim… um, Avicii…" I falter again once more. A confused expression crossed his face, blue eyes scanning my own.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah…" I nod, my voice breaking. I blinked away my tears, looking at my feet. "Sorry, I should probably leave you to it." I mumble, stepping around him. He grabbed my arm gently to stop me, turning to face him.
"Wait!" He said, before clearing his throat. "I mean… I, er, I didn't get your name." He muttered quietly, letting go of my arm.
"Uh, Lorelai…" I squeaked, swallowing before clearing my throat. "Lorelai Martins."
He nodded then smiled softly, fueling the somersaults in my stomach. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Lorelai."
I felt my cheeks heat up, before I replied quietly. "Likewise… As I said, I should probably leave you." I then turn around and speed walk away before I collapsed or something.
Tim's POV
I just stare at the spot where this 'Lorelai Martins' was stood a few seconds ago, before disappearing into the crowd of people. I smile to myself and look down at my feet to hide away my face. I wasn't ready for a mob of fans yet. Just as my eyes scanned the floor, I noticed a bracelet with eight love hearts dangling off. I lent down and picked up, seeing that the silver hearts were letters, all spelling out 'LMARTINS'
I read over them then the realisation struck me. "L. Martins." I mumbled to myself. "L for Lorelai." I looked up then closed my hands over the bracelet, holding onto it tightly. The odds of bumping into her were slim, but who knows? A part of me hoped to see her again.
A strange feeling panged in my stomach, somewhat like butterflies, then the look of her face when she realised who I was came into my mind the way. The way her water-filled brown eyes widened, almost like a bunny rabbit's. It was cute. And although she may have been an emotional wreck, which was evident from the look on her tear-stained face, her messy brown hair seemed to have made her look adorable.
Shook my head and placed my hands in my pockets with a small smile on my face. "Detta är galet [-This is crazy-]." I whisper to myself in Swedish as I made my way to the O2 Arena to get ready to perform to hundreds of fans.