So this is a The Wanted fanfic. I'll try to update as quickly as possible, but there are no certainties in life other than human stupidity and death. I hope you enjoy it. Review please.

"Meg, hey, wake up. The plane's about to land." I groaned as Bryan shook me awake. Well, more like pushed me off of his extremely boney shoulder. It was the same position we had slept in countless times in high school, only now we were on a plane going to London with a bunch of people we don't know instead of a bus headed to some band function with 25 to 50 other teenagers making very funny but very inappropriate jokes. Yes, we were band nerds in high school, but before you start getting any ideas band is nothing like American Pie makes it out to be. Now, what was I telling you about…Oh yes, that. I gave Bryan my "you're a meenie" face and started to ready myself to get off the plane. Bryan's parents had given him a trip to anywhere in the world he wanted to go (except a war zone) for his 20th birthday. I got to tag along because his parents love me so much and think that I'll keep Bryan out of trouble. Whatever the reason I'm glad I get to spend a whole month in England with my best friend"How bad does my hair look?" I asked Bryan when he started laughing. I was "blessed" with naturally curly hair (it's actually curly hair not wavy hair that I have deluded myself into thinking is curly) that I had straightened for the long flight, because when I wake up I tend to look like the bride of Frankenstein. Bryan just laughed and reached up to grab my carry-on so I could dig out my hairbrush and make-up bag. I quickly fixed my hair into two French braids, popped in my contacts and put on just enough make-up to look awake. When I came back from brushing my teeth, it was to a chuckling best friend. "What?"

"Do you remember when we were going to New York and you did that?"

"Yeah, Laura Megan said 'Wow! You went from pretty ugly to pretty in like five seconds!' I still don't know if it was a compliment or not," I smiled at the memory as I leaned my head on his shoulder. I knew he hated it because it made people think we were together, but at the same time he loved it because it brought back memories.

Once the plane landed, we went straight to the luggage. I quickly found my suitcase (it wasn't hard to do because it was a black and white belva print with my name monogrammed on the front in hot pink). Bryan, however, took forever to find his. When he did it was in the hands of someone else and Bryan had a suitcase identical to his, give or take an Avenged Seventh Fold sticker, with an ID tag that read "Nathan James Sykes" followed by an address. I'm the louder of the two of us, so I called out to him. He and five other guys turned around. When he saw me he put on a smile and sauntered over.

"'Ello, Love. D'ya want an autograph?" His accent was adorable and normally I would melt over it, but I knew I was going to be hearing similar accents for a month so I held back my reaction.

"No, actually you grabbed my friend's bag by mistake. I thought you'd want to have your stuff instead of his." I smiled at him as he blushed and his friends busted up laughing.

"Oh! Sorry. Here you go mate," he spoke to Bryan as they switched luggage.

"No biggie," Bryan said. I thought that's all he was going to say at first then he did something very unbryanlike, "Are you famous in the U.K. or something?" He asked.

"Oh my god, Bryan!" I exclaimed blushing.

"What? I'm just wondering why he thought you wanted his autograph."

"They're famous in the U.S. to, you dig bat. They sing that glad you came song." I told him forgetting that the subject of our conversation was standing right next to us.

"What are you talking about?" I was about to answer him when we heard a throat clearing. As we turned to face them I blushed even more than I already was.

"So…what brings you to London?" Jay asked. Yes, I know their names, but I don't do fangirling. That stuff is just crazy.

"Umm…Bryan here got a trip to anywhere in the world he wanted to go for his birthday." I explained still embarrassed.

"Cool! Happy birthday, mate!" Tom and Max said. Bryan started to thank them, but Martin interrupted. How very rude of Martin!

"Boys we 'ave ta goo. Yoo'll naver geet throough the fans in time if wee doon't leeave now!" they all rolled their eyes before turning back to us.

"Do you want a ride to your hotel? It would be nice to be around a girl who isn't screaming or crying." Nathan asked.

"Umm…sure" I would normally say no but it's not like they're going to murder us, and we won't have to pay for a taxi. Nathan and Jay smiled at me as we began to leave. I was gobbsmacked by all the screaming and crying girls as Bryan and I just stood by Martin. The guys were really good with their fans and took time to talk to them rather than just a quick picture and autograph. Finally we made it outside and into a large black van. Somehow I ended up between Jay and Nathan, while Bryan ended up between Max and Tom. Siva sat in the very back, and Martin up front with Big Kev.

"So, what's this glad you came song?" Bryan was the first to break the silence. No, he doesn't live under a rock he just doesn't listen to pop music unless it's a night out, and he hasn't been out in ages. I pulled out my ipod and handed it to Bryan after quickly finding the song. He started to smile as he listened when it was over he looked at the guys and said, "Are all of your songs innuendos?"

By the time we had gotten to our hotel we had plans for the night. The boys were up for celebrating being back in England and invited us to join them. After I showered I went to find something to wear for tonight. It was a little warm so I decided on a summer dress and my cowboy boots. I may have been in England, but I'm always a southern girl. I was putting mousse in my wet hair when Bryan walked in and said, "So Jay and Nathan seem to like you."