Writers note: Hey everyone this is my second book (well I wouldn't call the other one a book or even a story) that I have mad on fan fiction. I would like to say thank you to everyone that has reviewed my work and also to say to "SPREE" one of the people that reviewed me that I didn't take what he said to offence and that I'm still in secondary school hoping to be an author and that I get writers block a lot when I rush into writing a story and not taking my time. Luv Dani xXx

M p.o.v (Molly's point of view)

Prologue

It's been so long now. I haven't seen Tara in 3 years as she's now living in la with my ex band. You know I don't know why they kept the name. The Hormones. It was my band name. But all I keep thinking about is Dean. He's in my head everywhere I go. I know I told the press and him himself that I didn't want anything more to do with him but I just can't get him out of my head. It's like he's here forever and he isn't going to leave my side at all.

Chapter 1

It's funny how every time I go to a shop or on the way to uni I always get stopped by a group of people asking me if I used to be the lead singer in the hormones. I just laugh and tell them that they have me mistaken. And even though I know I'm not telling the truth those people on the street don't. (That's partly because I died my hair honey blonde so no one would recognise me)

I walk down the street to be stopped by Jane with a poster in her hand.

"Molly guess what"

"What!" I say trying to look interested

"The Hormones are having another tour but this time its world wide. Their coming here, to London."

I stood as still as a tree my body stiffing.

"So? Jane why would you even want to see them they kicked you out of the band..."

" that's because I was on drugs but I've been to rehab I'm clean and besides we get to see are long lost best friend Tara who I know you've been dying to see."

"Jane I know but ..."

"But nothing just promise me you'll come to their gig"

"Ok but we have to be discussed. I don't want them recognising us"

"You just leave that to me missy"

Time went by and so did we. We made our own band again I don't know why I just miss playing my guitar.

On my way to work one day I saw a group of kids waiting outside the cafe. I let them in and started to take their order. As I was getting them their breakfast I over heard them talking about a band staying at a hotel. I walked over to them and asked to join in.

"Hey Molly I heard that the hormones are staying at the Hilton hotel across the road"

"Really" I said with a cold ugly voice "when are they coming to stay"

"They should be here in about 10 minuets. My cousin just text me saying that she saw their tour bus"

I knew what this meant. Not just meeting them but serving them breakfast and lunch. This was going to be the worst day of my life.

As I was closing up for my break I saw their van. Jane was walking up to me with a horrid look on their face.

"Molly."

"Yep"

"You see when I said for your birthday I booked us a hotel so then afterwards we could see the gig and leave"

"yep we'll that's the hotel I was talking about and I just went to check us in and I found out that deans room is right next to yours and Tara is next to me"

"Well we have to go then. We have to at least take our bags upstairs at least before they get out of their van"

We got up to our rooms with out being spotted but as soon as I opened my door again I saw him. My body froze. I stared at him as he walks to his room and then I smiled. I don't know why but I had this big grin across my face. He stopped looked at me for 2 seconds and then smiled back.

"Hi, do I know you"

"Um... no I don't think so"

"Sorry you look like a girl I know"

Just then Jane stepped out her room.

"Dean. Is that you?"

"Oh my god Jane how are you."

"I'm good you"

"Same old same old. Have you seen Molly?"

I gave her a warning look and then walked up to him to shake his hand.

"Um no but this is my friend Miranda"

"Hi Miranda"

"Hi. Well I'll see you guy tonight at the club after your gig" and then I walked off my heart racing. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I just walked into my room and slammed the door.