OKAY! This fic is based off of the song Galway Girl.
It was Written By Steve Earl (THE DEFINITION OF COOL!)
But popularized by an Irish singer named Mundy.
We have both songs on our myspace page.
Just scroll down, you will see them.
I was just captured by this song.
I love it so much.
It was in the movie PS I love you.
But I heard it from Ireland's Top One hundred chart.
Any way.
PLZ ENJOY AND REVIEW!
(Written by Hannah. )
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With a grunt I woke up alone in my hotel room.
Soft sun came through the open window.
I called Tom, he said that they were down by the pool.
With a groan I got out of bed and got dressed.
I didn't do any thing big or flashy.
Just a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt.
I didn't even do my hair or makeup.
I looked at the clock, the red digital face said that it was five thirty.
I sighed.
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"How's it going?" I asked Tom and Georg as I walked up. Gustav was staring testily at his lap top.
"Good. Kinda hungry." Tom said as he reached across the table for his cell phone as it rang with a text.
The water from the pool reflected off the glass walls of the pool house.
"What is with the Irish and Oatmeal?" Georg asked as he poked at a bowl of something lumpy.
"What's with Germans and Sausage?" I asked with a smirk.
Georg rolled his eyes at me as Gustav let out a growl.
"What's your issue man?" Tom asked as he put down his phone.
"My sister is being a bitch." He said as he shut the lid of the laptop.
"That's the last time I am playing World Of Warcraft with her." Gustav said in a cranky voice.
"I mean come on! She has a husband and a kid to look after. Why does she take the time to harass me?!"
"Because she loves you and that's what siblings do!" Tom put in.
"I am so glad I am an only child." Georg said laughing.
"I don't think I could stand having a brother like Bill."
I shot him a dirty look and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked with his mouth full of the oatmeal that Georg had been poking at.
"Out for a walk. Gonna see the city."
"Okay…call me if you need any thing." Tom said looking over at me.
"Yeah. Alright. I will see you later." I said as I hitched up my pants.
"Love you." Tom said with a mouth full.
"You too." I said as I walked out the door and into the lobby of the hotel we were staying in.
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I went some what unnoticed as I took a stroll down the old long walk.
My hair was not big, just pulled back in a ponytail.
I walked down the lightly crowded streets of Galway Ireland.
Old, Celtic looking building's stood tall and rusting.
The grass was a soft musty green as little redheaded children ran around the streets.
Odd accents and different languages hit my ears.
This country was so different from my home.
The streets looked different and unfamiliar.
I loved traveling.
I really did, my job was my life.
Every night I would sing in front of screaming fans singing the lyrics that I wrote.
I got to jump around onstage and laugh with my twin and friends.
1. You know?...being on stage...in front of so many fans, is the best thing in the whole wide world.
I would always love it.
But sometimes you just wanted to go home and be in a place that you knew what he people were saying.
I sighed and banished any thoughts of homesickness from my head as I walked past a rather large statue
of two men in funny clothes sitting on a bench talking.
I laughed slightly and walked over to a coffee shop.
The streets were wet and cold with rain.
My feet splashed as I walked into the tiny hole in the wall.
"Well what can I get you my fine sir?" a lady with a plump face asked in that ever so odd accent.
"Erm...Just a black coffee." I said in my shaky English.
"Coming right up dearie." I rolled my eyes a she turned around to get my coffee.
I let out a shaky breath.
But I felt something eyeing the back of my head.
I spun around slowly, that's when I saw her.
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I figured that I would put song lyrics in itallics.
1. was a Bill Kaulitz quote.
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