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                                     𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎                     𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇'𝐒  𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐒

                                      𝘍𝘛.  𝘌𝘝𝘈𝘕  𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘓𝘠

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A LOOK INTO THE MOST WANTED CAREER: ROCK STAR’S GF

evan connely & kieran walsh . ( updated ! )

calm in the chaos ; peace in the quiet . blink and you’ll miss it , the look that passes between evan and kieran as noise swells . music . chatter . laughter . they disappear in the midst of it all , and by now , their friends are used to it . they know the two of them will find their way back eventually . . . when they step out of their own little world . evan hums as she lights the end of his cigarette , and he knows exactly what she’s thinking . he’ll quit someday . for now , though , he inhales smoke and thinks about how familiar nights like this one have become . her cheeks are flushed by the kiss of whiskey and street lamps look like star light in those blue eyes . usually she’d tuck herself into his side or under his jacket after placing the lighter back in his pocket , but this time she wanders away . it’s the tenth time she’s checked her phone in an hour , and kieran finds himself reaching out , hooking a finger through the belt loop at her back , and stopping her from wandering too far . it’s just kiv , evan smiles as his chin comes to rest against her shoulder ; she leans back into him and knows he’s not asking for an explanation when she gives it to him anyway , we’re trying t’ plan her next visit . only then do the dramatics set in , and it only takes a couple of moments for evan’s laughter to echo down the street as kieran made a fuss about kiv managing to steal her attention from thousands of miles away , all in the name of planning a trip he hadn’t yet heard about . stored in evan’s camera roll is a video of him speaking directly into the camera – directly to both girls – and making a lighthearted demand for her attention back . . . because apparently i’ll be giving it up for several days in a few weeks . it’s endearing , to say the least , and evan knows what it’s like to be in between a boyfriend and a best friend that didn’t get along . kiv and kieran were never that . they never would be . she tucks her phone into her back pocket , swearing not to check it again , but not before gently grabbing kieran’s chin and poking fun with her own kind of dramatics : you are so bloody high maintenance , walsh . what am i to do with you ?

the irish goodbye . the irish exit . whatever you wanted to call it , it is ten times easier to pull off when home is just a couple blocks away . when slipping away for a break isn’t enough , when their required social hours are up . . . it’s easy for them to bow out without really saying goodbye . especially when it’s just the regulars : the boys and a few friends they’d picked up since making manchester home . kieran’s phone is dead –– has been for hours , and evan’s is on its last 15% of battery life when the incessant vibrations start . she blinks at the screen , squinting and turning to the brightness . . . but her vision is impaired by a night of going shot for shot with ruairi flynn . you’re goin’ t’ have t’ take this one , she gives up , handing the phone over to kieran , lemme guess . . . conan . she makes out a smile on his lips and her expression warms to match it . your mam , actually , his voice is sweet as ever . patient , too . and followed by laughter as evan quickly retorts , same difference . they slow to a stop in front of their apartment building , and evan wonders what exactly he’s typing out . come ‘ere , he says gently , pulling her into his side and trapping her under his arm as he continues to type . had she been sober , she would’ve known it was one - part to have her closer . . . two - parts to make sure she wouldn’t wander off while his attention was elsewhere . her eyes flicker to study his profile lit by the screen . she might not have been able to make out tiny letters on her phone , but she has no problem seeing a dozen things she loves about him in that moment . the perfect slope of his nose . thick eyelashes fluttering as he types . cheeks flushed by a cool spring breeze . lips caught in a subtle smile . curls falling into his eyes . she thinks about telling him she loves him then , but instead her brow furrows . eloise still paying you t’ look after me ? his laughter as he nods is all the encouragement she needs . t’en you should probably send her photographic evidence t’at i’m still in one piece . and so he does by snapping a photo of matching soft smiles that looks a lot like him mirroring her drunken contentedness . reckon t’at’ll get me a raise ? evan squints and gives an affirmative nod . you could use one , alcohol might impair her vision , but sarcasm is still in tact as playfulness softens her tone , you certainly don’t make enough money now . she presses a kiss to his cheek , then the edge of his jaw , which is a shame because i’ve been t’inking i need t’ update my wardrobe –– . . . her laughter is warm against his skin as he rolls his eyes . you’re drunk , he states , only to be met with a hum of agreement and another smiled kiss against his skin , ‘nd bloody insufferable . he begins moving them both towards the entrance , let’s get you t’ bed .

author’s note: if my verb tense switches here it’s because i’m tired <3 and writing these at different times <3 and quality is bound to dwindle as i go <3

here was a time that evan connely was always around , trailing just behind the four boys that made up the found . even when she didn’t work for them , before they were signed to discosure . . . if they were in the room , evan was likely around the corner . she’d seen hundreds of band practices ,  dozens of shows and sound checks , and was even behind the scenes for a photoshoot or two . . . when she wasn’t the one holding the camera . lately , though , with her own schedule piling up and pulling her away , she became less of a guarantee and more of a rarity . especially as she began to tour with other bands . it was never for too long , never across any oceans . . . but it took her away for weeks at a time . the lovely thing about a european tour , though , was that london and manchester were always stops along the way . in the midst of weeks away , she always made it home for a couple days . you shouldn’t ‘ave to spend your time off watchin’ me work , kieran shook his head , catching her gaze in the mirror from where he sat . evan’s arms draped over his shoulders from behind as she leaned forward , i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want t’ be here . the words were as final as the soft kiss she left against his neck , and they both knew it was true . evan connely wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to . and if she was honest , she was perfectly content watching in awe as her four best friends changed in front of her very eyes . they were professionals –– a far cry from the messy band she’d watched rehearse in conan’s garage . there was something endearing about seeing the four of them leaning in to watch a shot play back –– each playing the role of creative director for different aspects of the video . even ruairi was completely focused . the way they worked so seamlessly together was apparent in the product they were creating and the laughter in between takes . evan found herself curled up in a director’s style chair , watching the cameras as she hid a smile behind the palm of her hand . t’ey just keep getting better , she marveled , speaking quietly to mikey between takes . his grin was lit with pride , yeah . i know . the screen in front of her displayed a tight shot that made her heart skip a beat , and she subtly snapped a photo of her own that kieran would see from over her shoulder later . planning on posting t’at t’ your ‘ kieran walsh hate account ’ –– t’ink it’s been pretty inactive lately . he moved to stand in front of her , lips poised in a crooked grin . evan sighed as she locked her phone , slipping it back into her pocket . just wanted photo evidence of t’e rockstar brooding actually . figured i’d send it to nora . a dramatic eye roll was his response , eliciting quiet laughter from her lips as she reached for the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer . also i’m still a bit obsessed wit’ you ‘nd i think t’e rockstar t’ing is terribly , terribly cute . kieran groaned as his hands found the arms of her chair , head hanging in dramatic defeat , ‘s like a knife t’ t’e chest every time . cute is not what i was hopin’ t’ hear , connely . he was met with her laughter , and she nodded as commotion began kicking up around them again . just a couple more takes until he was done for the day . i’ve got a couple ot’er words for you , but you’ll ‘ave to wait ‘til we get home . –– go on .

it couldn’t have been easy on the boys , touring and promoting an album . no matter how good the album was . the found’s fanbase was still growing and their reach was spreading far and wide which meant , despite having released their album well before tour began , they still had to sprinkle in some press days between shows . venues were bigger . setlist was longer . crowds were louder . everything was elevated compared to the last time they’d toured , and it was wonderful for their career . . . but long distance felt harder than ever . so evan booked a flight . she didn’t tell him . she just looked at the tour schedule , pulled a stretch of days that they’d be interviewing and resting between shows , and bought the ticket . the flight was long and vancouver was freezing , but with every passing minute , she felt herself getting more and more excited . that was the wonderful thing about kieran –– she always felt excited when she got to see him . especially when it was a surprise . kieran , one of the found’s pa’s knocked lightly on the dressing room door ; soundcheck was over , and the boys were all slipping in various tasks in between . kieran’s was an interview . . . or two . your second interview is here . i’m going to go ahead and send ‘em in . kieran’s brow furrowed . he’d only signed up for one , but he didn’t have the time to say no . so he pushed himself out of his chair and pasted on a charming look of mellow indifference . evan slipped in , closing the door with a click behind her . journalist from nme magazine , and t’e people want t’ know –– kieran walsh , do you ‘ave any post - show rituals ? she’d hardly gotten through her ridiculous spiel of nonsense before kieran was rushing her . at first he’d stopped dead in his tracks . then , once everything clicked , he moved swiftly towards her , arms wrapping tightly around her waist to easily lift her off the ground . what t’e hell are you doing here ? he asked in a breathless , wonderstruck tone . delightfully shocked . playing groupie for a couple of stops if t’at’s alright wit’ you , she said softly , arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she nuzzled into the fabric of his shirt . the faint sound of his phone receiving a text buzzed in his pocket . of course it’s alright wit’ me . play at it for all t’e stops if you want to . he was beaming ; she could hear it in his voice . it was confirmed when he pulled away . his phone buzzed again , and he blew right passed it , looking her over . you’re –– but how did you –– . . . evan raised her brows as her fingers clasped behind his head . mikey , she laughed , and it was an all-encompassing answer . his phone buzzed again . you’re here , he beamed , fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt . she hummed a confirmation , but the sound was stolen by a kiss . then another . then a third . all the while his phone kept . fucking . buzzing . you should –– . . . probably get t’at . but he kissed her again instead . it’s ruairi , she managed to get out , stopping kieran in his tracks . how d’you know who’s te–– oh , it is ruairi . he’d pulled his phone out in the middle of his question only for evan to be right . ten texts within the last ten minutes . had any surprises today ? has it happened ? do you know ? is it here ? kieran hellooooo is it happening ? kieran blinked at his phone : you told ruairi you were coming ? evan gave a nod , arms slipping further around his neck as she looked down at the text , yes ‘nd it seems like it was almost a huge fuckin’ mistake . kieran grinned , burying his face in the crook of her arm as he snapped a picture and sent it : got it . see you in a few hours . ( both of us ) the message and photo were sent off to ruairi , and she took a step back , both hands intertwining with his now free ones . pretty impressive , huh ? bot’ of us managed to keep a secret . granted it wasn’t for very long but still . you should be impressed . his agreement was mumbled against her lips in another stolen kiss . good , she nodded , giving his hands a little tug towards the door , now it’s your turn t’ impress me . with one hand still tucked into his , she used the free one to open up the door just he got close enough . inches were all that were left . show me t’e stage , she said quietly , before stealing one final , quick kiss , and refusing to drop his hand as they walked through the venue corridors.

you could just stay . finish out t’e tour wit’ us . he had a point , but it wasn’t helping . she didn’t want to leave . especially not after everything that happened with bex . you’re not making t’is any easier , she sighed , zipping up her bag once and for all with a huff . hate t’ break it t’ you , baby , but t’at’s kind’f t’e point , there was a lightness to his tone that she’d missed terribly over the past month .  evan’s nails tapped on the dark wood of a hotel room dresser she leaned back against ; he sat on the end of the bed , elbows rested on his knees , hands pressed together . she’d give anything to just crawl back under the covers and spend another two days hiding away from the world . but she had a job to get back to . . . and her presence along with bex’s would only prematurely age mikey a couple decades . so she had to go . . . no matter how seriously she was considering staying . eight days is going t’ be so easy compared t’ t’e last stretch . and after you finally come home to me –– . . . the last bit faded off into a melodic hum as she moved to stand in front of him . greece , he smiled , hands coming to rest on the back of her thighs . greece , she repeated , arms lazily wrapping around his shoulders as she grew closer , eight days, t’en you’re mine for two weeks . uninterrupted . she pushed back dark , overgrown curls , letting a content smile warm her features . they were good . things between them were more than good . everything was good . and in eight days , they’d be back in the same timezone and back to having only a two hour distance keeping them apart . for a moment of pure contentment , kieran hummed with his eyes closed , basking in the comfort of evan’s fingertips brushing over his skin and through his curls . when he opened his eyes again , though , he only studied her for a couple seconds before a groan passed his lips and he leaned forward , hiding in her chest . eight days is too long , he said , words long and drawn out . laughter poured over evan’s lips as she leaned forward , arms wrapping tighter around him as the sound was muffled by his hair . and you say i’m dramatic , she whispered , pressing a kiss atop his curls . oi , kieran’s hand traveled further up the back of her thigh , but he didn’t move , i just spent like five days t’inking you broke up wit’ me . i ‘ave t’e right t’ be a little dramatic . a pang of guilt hammered in her chest . without a word , she bent slightly , reaching to the left of him to pick up his phone . after she straightened , she dipped to press another lazy kiss against his temple as his hand slid up even further , thumb tucking into her back pocket . evan swiveled and took a photo in the mirror behind them , then promptly turned within his grasp to settle contently in his lap . she held the phone between the two of them , and he watched as she maneuvered through the settings to switch his home screen . every time you look , remember t’at t’e next time we share a hotel room is goin’ t’ be in greece . ‘nd you won’t have to leave t’at hotel room for days if you don’t want to . she locked his phone and tossed it aside , freed up hands resting on either side of his face . and i intent t’ make it so you really don’t want to . she pulled him closer , pressing a lingering kiss against his lips and wishing , more than anything , her flight didn’t leave in a few hours . or at all . eight days . she murmured against his lips as she pulled back , shouldn’t be all t’at bad .

they were coming up on three years . three years of dating and fifteen . . . or so . . . years of friendship . truthfully , evan had lost count . all she knew was kieran had been in her life far longer than he hadn’t at that point , and she didn’t love him any less . ziggy snored on the other end of the couch . based on the slow , steady movements of kieran’s breathing , she imagined he wasn’t too far behind the pup . in fact , she was certain his eyes were closed as he leaned back against her . one hand was tangled in his curls , soothingly brushing through them . the other was swiping through old photos and videos on her phone . christ , connely , ‘ave you got an entire folder from our gigs ? his voice came as a surprise , and the hand that had been lost in his hair pressed against his forehead , tipping it back so she could get a good look at him . goodness , i t’ought you were asleep . he gave her a sleepy smile ; he was certainly close . how old is t’at one ? he nodded to the video silently playing on her phone screen . you don’t remember ? she asked , hand slipping away from his face and landing against his collarbone . it smoothed over his chest and underneath the collar of his shirt until she could feel the cross pendant of his necklace between her fingertips . t’at is berlin night one from t’at first european tour . couldn’t really find t’e heart t’ delete t’e video because , well . . . look at you . she lifted her brows as the video played along silently . falling in love with kieran walsh was a daily thing , now . it was funny how it hadn’t gotten old after all this time . yeah t’at one was a pretty good show , huh ? evan laughed , shaking her head . pretty good ? i’d never wanted t’ kiss you so bad in my life t’at night . kieran hummed , and she should’ve seen it coming . and t’en you didn’t kiss me . she rolled her eyes , locking her phone as her head tilted back to rest on the arm of the couch . t’ree years . t’ree years and we still don’t forget t’e berlin mishap . kieran’s laughter was still the sweetest sound in the world , and it was the only thing that prevented her smile from faltering as he sat up and pulled away from their entanglement . you hold onto paris . i hold onto berlin . ‘s only fair , baby . there was a teasing tone to his words as he turned completely on the couch ; she blinked and he was hovering over him . the sleep had disappeared from his voice . her hands found either side of his waist , fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt . her gaze flickered over his features , lips parted as she waited with bated breath . three years . there was an engagement ring looming in the future . evan walsh wasn’t too far away . and yet , the sight of him like this still had her ready to come undone . still want t’ kiss me t’at badly ? he asked , voice just above a whisper . she nodded only once , unable to get a word out before he was crashing into her like it was the very first time .

paris . he’d always promised they’d find their way back to paris . and kieran walsh was always good for his promises so they had . once . twice . plenty of times . far more than the amount it took to make up for the night he watched her return to her bedroom alone , despite the clear indication that she hoped he would follow . so when they returned to france again with three days off before a big gig in paris , they took a short flight , because they could , to the south of france where the beaches were colorful and the view was far more scenic than bustling paris . that hadn’t , by any means , gotten into the habit of extravagant trips on a whim . . . but this tour had been LONG . while kieran was traipsing around north america , evan had been with saint valentine in eastern asia . they were in opposite timezones for weeks at a time until finally saint valentine completed their world tour and the found was back in europe , where everything began . kieran had insisted she go home and rest before even thinking about coming to see him on the road , but she had never been one to take direction well . so an escape was the next best thing . and everything felt surreal . the found had long since taken off , but luxury still wasn’t a given for either of them . they were homebodies , perfectly content with dinner at home where the greatest expense was the original vinyl kieran had playing or the vintage wine poured into long stemmed glasses . so seeing him in the front seat of a car that seemed to come straight out of the golden age of hollywood felt like a bit of a dream . what ? he asked , turning over his shoulder after catching her staring in the sideview mirror . a cigarette dangled from his lips and his hair was effortlessly mussed by a summery breeze . you look like old money right now . even with sunglasses hiding his eyes , she could see the disdain in the way his nose scrunched . no , he blatantly disagreed , pulling the door shut as he slipped into the passenger seat . evan snapped a quick photo for evidence , then tucked her phone away in her bag . you do , she moved closer , hands braced against the car as she leaned over him just slightly , a full on trustfund baby . kieran fished for a lighter in his pocket . take it back , he said , but evan just smiled . would you prefer . . . she trailed off as she leaned forward even further , plucking the cigarette from between his lips before he could even get the lighter out , sugar daddy ? before he had a chance to answer , she stole a smiled kiss , gentle and fleeting . old money it is , he conceded , shaking his head as he followed her movements . evan straightened , tucking the unlit cigarette behind her ear . yeah , she nodded , rounding the car and slipping into the passenger seat , thought t’at might be t’e case .

it wasn’t often that heels and ties were involved in date night , and when they were involved , documentation was always required . for the moms . eloise and nora . then again , that night wasn’t exactly a normal date night . weeks prior evan had nearly passed out in mikey’s office at the tip top of disclosure overlooking the city . he’d called her in specifically to let her know about an exhibition that would be opening up at manchester art gallery . a collection of photographs celebrating the influence disclosure had on the music industry , right there where it all began . contemporary . documentary . spanning across generations . curators spent months sifting through decades and eras and genres , and they’d pulled a few pieces from evan’s time with the label . her photographs . . . hanging in an art gallery . her hands shook the entire way there , but it wasn’t noticeable once kieran slipped his fingers between hers . her stomach turned once they finally arrived , somersaulting all the way through the exhibit . sure enough , her photographs were printed in various sizes making up various portions of the exhibit . ruairi flynn having the time of his life on stage in berlin . saint valentine taking a final bow at their first sold out madison square garden gig . kiv o’niell from above , sprawled out amongst various things in shades of pink before a shoot . kieran in a moment of realization , head bowed and hidden smile tucked behind a microphone when DUBLIN welcomed him home on their first headlining tour . they don’t fit , she’d whispered to herself , despite the fact that they were so carefully chosen because they did fit . the reality of it wouldn’t sink in . imposter syndrome was too strong . but with a glass of champagne in one hand and kieran’s gentle grasp in the other , she made it through the night . a social butterfly through and through . the only downside was that it meant as soon as they’d reached their apartment , her social battery was absolutely drained . there was no hope for an after party . not that she minded much . she was perfectly content under the weight of kieran’s jacket with the promise of home just a few floors up . what are you doing ? kieran asked curiously as the elevator began to move . proving to wren t’at you kept your tie on all night , evan smiled , looking at their reflection through her phone’s camera , and proving that i look better in your suit jacket t’an you ever could . his brows shot upwards , amused grin lighting up his features as he made a quick grab for the phone . is t’at right ? evan tried to retaliate , swiping at it with her free hand to no avail . instead , kieran’s other arm quickly moved over her shoulder and across her chest , pulling her back against him . she reached for his empty hand , laughter pouring over her lips as grumbled about the audacity of her claim , the sheer gaul . . . all the while taking the picture she’d wanted in the first place . they’d always end up with two when it came to heels and ties . a before , when everything was in place and perfect –– wren approved . . . and AFTER , when kieran inevitably lost his jacket and loosened his tie while evan’s hair would begin to curl and her heels would dangle from her fingertips . he moved to hand her back her phone , but pulled it away at the last second as he turned to face her . you could turn it off , y’know . send it t’ wren or whoever in t’e morning . disconnect for a little while . with each word he grew closer and closer , space dwindling between them as he angled his face downwards towards her . it was his gentle way –– his kieran way –– of letting her know that he knew exactly how draining that opening was , no matter how exciting or important . it was his way of telling her it was okay to shut out the rest of the world , for a little while . . . and she didn’t need to be reminded twice . her gaze flickered over his features as she took the phone from him . thank you for being t’ere t’night , she said softly , stepping closer . and closer . no need t’ t’ank me , he said softly , and evan couldn’t take her eyes off the way his features softened with a glowing warmth , wouldn’t ‘ave missed it for t’e world . her voice dropped to a whisper , i know . with that , she slipped her phone –– now silent from being shut off –– into his back pocket . still . ‘s not really our kind’a t’ing . ‘nd i was a nervous wreck crushing your hand for most of t’e time . kieran began to shake his head before she could finish , and her hands landed on his waist as he spoke . no . no , you were perfect , his hands found either side of her face , and i am so proud of you , evan connely . but before he could kiss her , the elevator dinged! open . . . as it always did , and evan smirked . . . as she always did , before putting some distance between them . but only enough for her to gently grab the end of his tie and give it a small tug into the hallway . towards home . where they would disconnect for a little while and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist ‘til morning .

how long do you t’ink it’s been ? evan asked , camera panning over to the driver’s side , since t’e last time we made t’is drive , i mean . kieran hummed , eyes on the road . . . then on her . . . then the road . ‘bout ten years , probably , and then a smirk began to pull at his lips , back when you were obsessed wit’ me ‘nd all t’at . evan rolled her eyes , but laughter still warmed the space between them as she stopped recording and set her phone aside . it definitely hadn’t been ten years . kieran had stopped needing to run away as much after nora kicked samuel out . . . but that didn’t mean he didn’t disappear every now and again in the space between that and moving to manchester . it was strange to see the drive in broad daylight . often , evan was blowing off her own curfew to speed out to the ocean , hoping to god kieran would be there . other time , she drove with him well after the sun had set , comfortable silence and music filling the space she wished wasn’t between them . sort’a does feel like a decade has passed since life looked like t’is , she said quietly , looking out at the familiar landscapes rushing by , so much has changed . she turned back to face him and a gentle smile dimpled her cheeks . so many times she’d seen this same angle , gazing over at him from the passenger’s side . . . but never quite like this . back then she could see the tightness in his clenched jaw and the storm of emotion darkening brown eyes . he’d have a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and no matter how badly she wanted to reach out for him , she wouldn’t . she knew better . she’d wait until they were at the beach and the clouds cleared from his eyes . now , though . . . evan reached over , fingers delving into curls at the nape of his neck . good change , t’ough , her brows lifted , change t’at was a bit overdue if you ask me . a crooked grin settled on kieran’s lips and her heart leapt . falling in love with him all over again came a dozen times easier when they were back home in lorcain . it was relentless . without taking his eyes off of the road , he reached backwards to gather up her hand . her gaze followed as he pulled it forward and pressed a kiss against her knuckles then the back of her hand . long overdue , he agreed , giving a slight nod as he slipped his fingers between hers . s’okay , t’ough , evan spoke softly as she pulled their intertwined hands into her lap . two more turns and they’d be pulling up to a stretch of shoreline that kept their secrets when they were teenagers , you were worth t’e wait , walsh .

t’is is embarrassing for you , really , kieran called from further in the hotel room . evan spat toothpaste in the sink , brow furrowing as she shouted back from the bathroom . what are you on about ? she set her toothbrush aside before flicking the light off and padding back into the main area . t’is instagram story you’ve got . makes you seem a lit’le bit fangirl-y which is contradictory , given t’at you’re so adamant about being a ‘ kieran walsh hate account ’ . he turned his phone towards her to reveal a photo she’d taken of him , chin up and finding her in a small sea of people . the original goal was to snag a picture for nora . she always seemed to like seeing the way kieran was just so sweet with fans . but as he caught her eye , it turned into something that sent her heart a-flutter because . . . yeah , well , t’e problem is : you look unbelievably good in t’at picture ‘nd sometimes i reckon it’s okay for me t’ brag about having a hot boyfriend , she shrugged , but her tone quickly shifted from matter-of-fact to pointed , also fuck you for using t’e word ‘ contradictory ’ , ‘s too late at night for me t’ be googling definitions . kieran’s hands raised in a display of innocence , his cheeks puffing out with a breath . i’m just saying y’ seem a little bit obsessed –– . . . he was quieted by evan plucking the phone from his hand and setting it on the bedside table . maybe i am a little bit obsessed , but i know t’at ego of yours thrives off of it , one knee settled on the mattress to his right , ‘nd we bot’ know t’at –– . . . the other knee settled on the mattress on the opposite side , you’re just as bad as i am , baby . she grinned as his arms wrapped around her waist and he leaned forward . she angled her face downwards , forehead retsting against his as she whispered s’why you’re in here wit’ me instead of going out wit’ ruairi or hanging out wit’ conan . you’re just as bad as i am . a grin spread across kieran’s lips , and it was enough to crack her chest open . she didn’t think there was anything left of her heart to give . he had all of it . . . but every day , it grew . and every night , she gave him another piece . this was no different . looking up at her through thick lashes , brown eyes gleaming with alluring mischief , and a crooked smile to match . evan connely was a goner long before that moment , but he was simply reaffirming it with a smile to die for . yeah . yeah you’re absolutely right . his nose lightly brushed against hers , wouldn’t ‘ave it any ot’er way . . . but before she could even think about moving in for a kiss , he spoke again . it’s good for t’e ego to ‘ave a girlfriend who’s equally as hot ‘nd obsessed . evan grinned , brows lifting upwards , oh , so you t’ink i’m hot ? she asked , and both of their laughter sputtered through the air . shut up , but the sound of it was lost to giggling muffled against her lips in a stolen kiss .

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                                      𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬                             𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳                        ( & 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ) .

ft. kieran , ruairi , ziggy , & evan’s favorite time of year <3

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𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 : 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ( 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 ) . 

for  the  first  time  ,  galway  felt  like  home  .  she’d  been  there  for  months  and  never  TRULY  settled  in  .  school  was  harder  without  beck  around  to  keep  her  on  task  ,  and  even  her  photography  class  was  objectively  terrible  .  putting  a  grade  on  a  photograph  was  hardly  incentivising  .  she’d  made  a  few  friends  ,  sure  ,  but  nothing  that  felt  as  concrete  as  what  she’d  had  in  lorcain  .  past  tense  ,  because  none  of  them  were  there  now  .  beck  was  in  belfast  .  the  boys  were  in  manchester  .  even  if  she  did  cave  and  go  home  ,  the  only  thing  there  would  be  a  small  town  of  speculation  and  eloise’s  disappointment  .  so  she  did  her  best  to  make  galway  FEEL  okay  .  .  .  she  numbed  herself  with  superficial  friendships  and  weekends  with  someone  who  would  forget  her  name  in  a  couple  months  .  she  was  going  through  the  motions  until  a  rumble  of  knocks  shook  her  apartment  door  .  galway  only  felt  like  home  because  manchester  had  come  to  the  city  .  it’d  been  over  half  a  year  since  she’d  seen  the  four  of  them  :  adam  ,  conan  ,  ruairi  ,  kieran  .  it  was  the  LONGEST  they’d  gone  without  each  other  since  they  met  ,  and  she  only  realized  how  much  she’d  missed  when  she  finally  saw  them  .  adam  was  growing  his  hair  out  .  ruairi  had  a  ton  of  new  tattoos  .  conan  was  BLONDE  .  .  .  and  kieran  .  kieran  stood  up  straighter  ,  smiled  a  little  wider  ,  and  had  the  utter  radiance  of  someone  whose  shoulders  had  just  been  rid  of  the  weight  of  the  world  .  it  was  enough  to  make  evan  dizzy  .  .  .  even  BEFORE  she  was  halfway  through  a  night  of  keeping  up  with  ruairi’s  drinking  habits  .  

“  y’er  out  of  practice  ,  ”  ruairi  pointed  a  finger  from  his  spot  diagonal  from  her  .  

“  no  .  .  .  no  !  ”  she  shook  her  head  vehemently  ,  still  trying  to  shake  the  disgusted  expression  from  her  face  ,  “  i  just  t’ink  vodka  is  repulsive  .  ”

“  too  many  uni  parties  will  do  that  to  you  ,  connely  ,  ”  conan  raised  his  brows  with  an  accusatory  tone  .

“  i’ll  ‘ave  you  know  i’ve  done  absolutely  not’ing  but  .  .  .  study  since  i  got  here  .  ”

“  yeah  right  .  ”

“  it’s  TRUE  !  adam  ,  back  me  up  ‘ere  .  you  believe  me  ,  right  ?  ”

adam  pressed  his  lips  together  as  he  pushed  back  from  the  table  ,  “  hmm  .  .  .  no  .  ”

evan’s  jaw  dropped  as  the  other  three  boys  bursted  into  laughter  ,  “  traitor  .  ”

“  sorry  ,  ev  ,  ”  he  grinned  ,  leaving  a  peck  against  her  temple  before  standing  to  his  full  height  ,  “  anyone  need  anyt’ing  while  i’m  up  ?  ”

“  another  round  of  sho–  ”

“  NO  ,  ”  conan  and  kieran  cut  ruairi  off  at  the  same  time  ,  prompting  him  to  huff  like  a  disgruntled  toddler  as  he  fell  back  against  his  chair  .  

it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  conan  was  trying  to  talk  him  out  of  getting  up  to  get  them  himself  ,  wrestling  away  his  wallet  in  the  process  .  evan’s  gaze  flickered  to  the  head  of  the  table  ,  and  she  felt  her  heartbeat  hesitate  when  she  found  kieran  was  already  looking  back  at  her  .  brown  eyes  twinkled  under  the  dim  ,  golden  lights  of  a  pub  ,  and  a  suggestion  laid  within  the  pointedness  of  his  gaze  as  he  looked  towards  the  door  ,  then  back  to  her  .  evan’s  lips  parted  ,  but  instead  of  speaking  her  chin  just  dipped  in  a  subtle  nod  ,  and  without  a  word  they  were  both  out  of  their  seats  .  weaving  through  the  crowd  ,  her  hand  reached  back  for  him  ,  and  for  the  first  time  in  six  months  ,  the  warmth  of  his  palm  against  hers  finally  came  in  response  .  a  heat  rose  to  her  cheeks  ,  and  she’d  blame  it  on  drinking  the  same  way  she’d  blame  her  lingering  gaze  on  not  seeing  him  for  so  long  .  she  was  memorizing  the  kieran  he  was  NOW  before  six  more  months  passed  and  things  kept  changing  .  it  would’ve  been  easier  to  do  if  it  hadn’t  taken  all  day  and  half  the  night  to  get  a  moment  alone  with  him  .  

“  a  WARNING  would’ve  been  nice  ,  you  know  ,  ”  she  whirled  on  him  as  soon  as  they  were  outside  .

“  i’m  sorry  ?  ”

“  t’e  four  of  you  showing  up  out’f  t’e  blue  !  a  warning  !  a  warning  would’ve  been  nice  .  ”

“  are  you  scolding  me  right  now  ?  ”  his  eyes  widened  ,  but  laughter  wrapped  around  his  words  .

“  yes  !  i  mean  ,  i  could’ve  been  busy  .  what  if  i’d  gone  home  for  t’e  weekend  ?  ”  her  tone  was  hardly  serious  .  in  fact  ,  the  words  came  out  quickly  and  without  thought  .  she  didn’t  care  .  not  for  a  second  .  but  there  was  a  mix  of  hard  liquor  making  her  head  foggy  ,  and  if  she  didn’t  talk  herself  breathless  there  might’ve  been  room  for  her  to  make  a  mistake  .  to  kiss  the  stupid  grin  right  off  of  his  lips  .  

“  adam  talked  to  beck  .  i  talked  to  eloise  ,  so  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  beck  AND  eloise  !  ”  evan  threw  up  her  arms  ,  feigning  exasperation  ,  “  fucking  traitors  .  i  still  could’ve  ,  i  don’t  know  ––  been  studyin’  for  an  exam  !  what  if  my  room  was  terribly  messy  ,  hm  ?  or  what  if  i  had  plans  ?  maybe  i  had  a  date  t’  go  on  !  ”

“  well  .  did  you  ?  ”

“  it  wouldn’t  matter  ,  ”  the  words  slipped  out  before  she  could  catch  them  .

“  no  ?  ”

“  no  ,  ”  she  admitted  ,  cheeks  burning  as  her  gaze  flickered  over  his  shoulder  .  

“  it  wouldn’t  matter  ,  ”  he  repeated  ,  stepping  closer  .

“  no  ,  ”  she  met  his  eyes  ,  “  i  haven’t  seen  you  in  six  bloody  months  ,  you  idiot  .  you  t’ink  in  t’e  t’ree  months  i’ve  been  here  i’ve  met  anyone  interesting  enough  t’  matter  THAT  much  ?  ”

“  well  ,  i  mean  ––  ”

“  any  plans  i  ‘ad  were  forgotten  t’e  moment  you  walked  through  the  door  ,  ”  she  cut  him  off  ,  recognition  flickering  in  her  eyes  as  she  corrected  herself  ,  “  t’e  four  of  you  showing  up  ?  t’e  guy’s  lucky  he  even  got  a  text  for  a  raincheck  .  ”

it  shouldn’t  have  been  a  surprise  to  him  ,  really  .  her  last  relationship  ended  because  of  exactly  that  :  her  willingness  to  drop  EVERYTHING  when  kieran  walsh  called  .  then  again  ,  he  didn’t  know  that  either  .  though  she  had  a  feeling  he  was  beginning  to  piece  things  together  based  solely  on  the  way  his  crooked  smile  softened  into  something  sweeter  ,  something  she’d  missed  terribly  .  it  wasn’t  the  same  stuck  in  the  screen  of  her  phone  .  

“  we  should’ve  given  you  a  heads  up  ––  ”

“  it’s  fine  ,  really  .  just  a  surprise  is  a––  ”  her  words  fell  away  as  her  jaw  dropped  slightly  .  the  wind  caught  the  fabric  of  a  button  up  shirt  just  a  bit  too  unbuttoned  ,  pushing  the  collar  to  reveal  a  small  tattoo  ,  “  is  t’at  a  FUCKING  tattoo  ?  ”

the  question  seemed  to  throw  kieran  for  a  loop  ,  not  that  evan  noticed  .  he  was  quick  to  recover  ,  a  product  of  YEARS  of  knowing  the  way  her  brain  jumped  from  one  place  to  the  next  at  hyperspeed  when  her  filter  was  off  .  and  she  was  too  busy  closing  the  space  between  them  ,  delicately  pushing  the  fabric  away  to  get  a  better  look  at  two  tiny  butterflies  etched  into  his  skin  .  

“  i  -  yeah  ?  ”  he  stammered  ,  gazing  down  at  her  and  their  sudden  closeness  .  

“  no  way  you  got  a  tattoo  before  me  ––  what  else  are  you  not  telling  me  ,  walsh  ?  ”    her  tone  was  light  as  ever  .  

“  it’s  just  a  tattoo  ,  ev  ,  ”  the  giggle  weaved  its  way  back  between  his  words  ,  and  evan  rested  closed  fists  against  his  chest  to  steady  herself  .

“  for  NOW  .  first  a  tattoo  ,  next  i’m  finding  out  what  your  debut  single  is  t’rough  t’e  radio  instead  of  you  .  ”

“  well  t’at’s  just  not  realistic  .  ”

“    swear  ?  ”

kieran  lifted  his  hands  and  let  them  fall  firmly  on  her  shoulders  ,  “  on  my  life  .  ”

“  mmm  ,  nope  .  not  good  enough  .  swear  on  a  guitar  .  your  favorite  guitar  .  ”

“  i  swear  on  my  blue  fender  ,  ”  his  head  dipped  with  a  pointed  look  ,  and  the  way  he  simply  PLAYED  ALONG  with  her  dramatics  warmed  evan  from  the  inside  out  ,  “  not  to  let  six  months  feel  this  long  again  .  ”

evan  held  his  gaze  for  a  quiet  moment  ,  softening  under  the  steady  touch  of  his  hands  .  inhibited  senses  allowed  her  eyes  to  fall  to  the  curve  of  his  lips  poised  in  a  gentle  smile  .  truth  be  told  ,  before  the  four  of  them  left  for  manchester  ,  she  hadn’t  known  it  was  possible  to  miss  someone  so  much  .  she  was  painfully  aware  of  kieran’s  absence  ,  and  even  when  she  was  back  in  lorcain  ,  the  lack  of  his  presence  made  her  a  little  bit  homesick  .  

“  t’e  fender  ,  ”  she  said  softly  ,  “  guess  i  ‘ave  no  choice  but  t’  believe  you  .  ”

his  eyes  crinkled  with  laughter  as  his  hands  shifted  ,  resting  against  the  curve  of  her  neck  as  he  nodded  ,  “  good  because  it’s  a  fucking  serious  swear  ,  using  t’at  guitar  .  ”

evan’s  head  tilted  back  with  laughter  that  matched  his  ,  “  yeah  ,  well  six  months  is  a  fucking  long  time  .  ”  

“  ‘ey  ,  ”  his  fingers  spread  out  against  her  skin  ,  and  her  lashes  fluttered  with  the  weight  of  alcohol  ,  “  absence  makes  t’e  heart  grow  fonder  though  ,  right  ?  ”

“  conan  would  disagree  ,  ”  she  beamed  .  

“  we’re  not  talkin’  about  him  .  ”

it  was  then  that  evan  opened  her  eyes  ,  a  silly  grin  faltering  for  a  moment  .  .  .  only  to  melt  into  something  more  like  admiration  .  adoration  .  she’d  missed  him  terribly  ,  but  beneath  that  ––  beneath  the  alcohol  that  inhibited  her  thoughts  ,  beneath  the  ache  he’d  left  behind  when  he  moved  to  manchester  ,  beneath  the  constant  homesickness  ––  was  a  memory  .  his  fingers  slipped  in  the  spaces  between  hers  ,  pressed  into  the  mattress  .  hushed  laughter  buried  in  the  crook  of  her  neck  .  his  heart  racing  beneath  the  palm  of  her  hand  .  she  wanted  to  kiss  him  ,  but  the  last  time  she  had  ,  she  woke  up  the  next  morning  to  nothing  and  spent  the  next  month  backpedaling  .  still  ,  she  couldn’t  deny  the  way  her  heart  raced  in  double  time  as  her  fingers  toyed  with  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  .  and  she  couldn’t  stop  the  way  a  quiet  confession  slipped  past  her  lips  when  her  gaze  met  his  once  more  .

“  i  missed  you  .  ”  

a  smile  broke  out  on  his  features  as  his  thumb  swept  over  her  pulse point  .  she  wondered  if  he  could  FEEL  her  racing  heart  ;  at  the  same  time  ,  she  didn’t  care  .  

“  i  missed  you  ,  too  ,  ”  he  said  it  back  ,  softer  than  ever  .

“  eeeeeevangeline  ,  ”  it  started  low  then  grew  louder  ,  booming  over  the  sounds  of  a  crowded  pub  that  poured  out  onto  the  street  .  ruairi  had  shoved  outside  and  now  held  the  door  open  with  one  hand  .  .  .  and  three  shot  glasses  in  the  other  .  the  noise  itself  was  enough  for  evan’s  trance  to  fall  away  .  it’s  for  the  best  anyways  ,  she  told  herself  as  she  swallowed  and  took  a  step  back  from  kieran  .  her  gaze  flickered  to  where  the  giant  stood  at  the  door  ,  practically  yodeling  her  full  name  for  everyone  to  hear  .

“  flynn  ,  what  t’e  fuck  is  wrong  wit’  you  ?  ”  her  hands  lifted  ,  palms  skyward  ,  at  her  sides  .  

“  clearly  ,  ”  conan  stepped  out  after  him  ,  looking  at  the  space  ––  or  lack  thereof  ––  between  evan  and  kieran  ,  “  a  whole  fucking  lot  .  ”

ruairi  looked  amply  offended  ,  “  rude  .  ”

evan  glanced  back  to  kieran  ,  blue  eyes  apologetic  as  they  flickered  between  his  .  the  unspoken  agreement  was  WHATEVER  moment  they  just  had  .  .  .  would  fade  away  the  moment  she  walked  back  into  that  bar  .  she  wondered  if  he  ever  thought  about  them  ––  moments  like  these  ––  the  way  she  did  ,  long  after  they’d  happened  .  then  again  ,  she  supposed  it  didn’t  matter  .  in  a  few  days  ,  he’d  go  back  to  manchester  ,  and  she’d  stay  stuck  where  she  was  in  galway  .  

“  oi  ,  get  back  inside  ,  ”  she  broke  away  from  him  entirely  ,  waving  her  hands  at  ruairi  ,  “  i’m  right  behind  you  ,  ye  big  freak  .  one  of  those  BETTER  be  for  fitz  .  ”

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it’s  always  a  tricky  day  ,  the  30th  of  october  .  he  KNOWS  there’s  always  a  piece  of  her  missing  .  but  as  the  weather  cools  &  they  return  to  walk  through  a  pale  blue  door  as  if  nothing  had  EVER  changed  ,  it  isn’t  hard  to  imagine  that  the  empty  place  that  waits  for  him  to  return  is  just  that  bit  harder  to  swallow  .  evan  connely  has  ALWAYS  worn  her  heart  on  her  sleeve  &  it  is  because  of  that  he  has  ALWAYS  tried  to  make  the  30th  of  october  as  happy  as  he  can  .  because  even  if  he  can’t  ever  bring  him  back  ,  there’s  still  one  connely  twin  left  &  if  there’s  one  thing  in  this  world  he’s  always  known  how  to  do  ,  it’s  how  to  love  evan  connely  .   &  as  the  sun  rises  above  their  hometown  of  lorcain  &  she  stirs  within  his  arms  ,  he’ll  give  her  back  a  part  of  beck  that  she  thought  was  broken  beyond  repair  .

             𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘

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𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 : 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 .

sunrise  drenched  the  city  in  pale  ,  golden  light  .  it  wasn’t  the  first  time  she’d  woken  up  to  a  paris  skyline  ,  nor  the  second  ,  nor  the  third  .  they’d  visited  a  few  times  since  that  first  tour  ,  but  the  magic  of  it  never  really  wore  off  .  la  ville  de  l'amour  ;  the  city  of  love  ,  a  fitting  place  for  where  things  changed  for  evan  and  kieran  .  they  were  younger  then  ,  and  naive  of  what  was  to  come  .  he’d  tour  the  states  ,  then  the  world  again  after  that  second  album  .  together  they’d  seen  los  angeles  ,  new  york  ,  berlin  ,  madrid  ,  tokyo  ,  rio  de  janeiro  ,  and  plenty  of  cities  in  between  .  the  venues  were  getting  bigger  with  each  tour  ,  especially  in  europe  ,  and  the  found  was  still  on  their  steady  incline  .  this  time  when  they  returned  to  paris  ,  though  ,  it  wasn’t  for  a  show  .  it  wasn’t  a  requirement  .  it  was  a  quiet  couple  of  days  in  a  parisian  apartment  ,  tucked  away  just  south  of  the  eiffel  tower  .  a  friend  of  a  friend  ––  an  artist  of  sorts  ––  spent  her  spring  seasons  there  ,  but  left  it  empty  in  the  fall  .  .  .  and  paris  was  beautiful  in  autumn  .  even  with  grey  clouds  on  the  distant  horizon  ,  color  changing  leaves  lended  themselves  to  the  magic  of  the  city  .  

evan  was  taken  with  it  every  time  ,  especially  when  it  only  took  a  few  short  paces  from  the  bed  to  reach  the  balcony  .  she  didn’t  need  to  move  to  see  a  street  lined  with  delicately  adorned  buildings  ,  flower  boxes  beneath  every  window  .  curtains  billowed  in  the  cool  morning  breeze  ,  dancing  in  the  light  and  shifting  to  reveal  the  eiffel  tower  in  the  distance  .  her  lashes  fluttered  in  a  series  of  blinks  as  though  to  make  sure  she  wasn’t  still  dreaming  ;  sometimes  the  life  they  were  living  seemed  too  good  to  be  true  .  especially  as  the  sun  caught  her  left  hand  ,  fractured  light  splintering  from  her  ring  finger  .  evan  pulled  her  knees  up  to  her  chest  as  her  fingers  flexed  ,  a  smile  hidden  behind  the  arm  that  lazily  held  her  knees  close  .  she  wasn’t  one  to  brag  ,  but  .  .  .  

“  not  regretting  it  ,  are  you  ?  ”  his  tone  was  smiled  as  he  padded  back  into  the  bedroom  with  two  small  cups  .  when  he  handed  one  off  to  her  ,  she  rolled  her  eyes  but  took  it  anyway  .

“  yeah  ,  actually  .  i’ve  decided  to  permanently  leave  manchester  ––  ‘nd  you  ––  to  live  ‘ere  as  a  painter’s  muse  .  t’e  love  songs  just  don’t  cut  it  for  me  anymore  ,  ”  her  grin  was  hidden  behind  the  brim  of  the  cup  ,  but  not  for  long  as  she  let  the  warmth  of  espresso  trickle  down  her  throat  before  setting  it  aside  .  

“  t’ey  never  have  ,  i  reckon  .  i  still  can’t  write  a  song  as  good  as  fucking  one  directoin  ,  ‘ccoridng  to  you  ,  ”  despite  the  teasing  ,  his  words  were  light  and  airy  ,  as  though  laughter  would  burst  through  like  sunlight  at  any  moment  ,  “  guess  it’s  no  surprise  you’d  leave  me  so  bloody  quick  .  ”  

it  was  then  that  kieran  stepped  directly  into  her  line  of  sight  ,  setting  his  own  cup  down  next  to  hers  .  gently  ,  he  reached  for  her  left  hand  ,  taking  it  in  his  and  running  his  thumb  over  her  knuckles  .  cotton  pajama  pants  hung  comfortably  from  his  hips  ,  fabric  the  exact  same  as  the  shirt  that  hung  off  of  evan’s  frame  .  what’s  mine  is  yours  ,  baby  ,  and  three  years  later  she  preferred  clothes  that  smelled  like  him  .  a  blue  eyed  gaze  flickered  over  him  ,  admiration  clear  in  her  eyes  .  kieran  walsh  was  everything  she  wanted  AND  MORE  .  which  was  why  it  was  easy  to  say  yes  when  he  finally  asked  a  question  he’d  known  the  answer  to  for  years  .  marry  me  ?  yes  .  

and  she’d  say  yes  every  day  to  get  the  point  across  if  she  had  to  .  of  course  she  would  marry  him  .  she  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  slip  a  ring  onto  HIS  finger  and  start  signing  her  name  with  WALSH  after  it  .  

“  you  know  i’d  elope  right  now  if  you  wanted  ,  ”  evan  spoke  softly  ,  gaze  never  leaving  his  as  he  moved  to  sit  on  the  bed  across  from  her  ,  “  damn  the  whole  spectacle  and  do  it  right  here  ‘n  paris  .  woke  up  t’is  morning  a  connely  ‘nd  could  go  to  sleep  a  walsh  .  ”

kieran  beamed  ,  looking  her  over  as  though  he  was  seriously  considering  it  .  his  thumb  brushed  over  the  peak  of  the  ring  ,  his  gaze  clanding  down  at  it  for  half  a  second  before  glancing  up  again  ,  “  your  mother  would  KILL  me  .  ”

he  lifted  her  hand  to  his  lips  and  pressed  a  kiss  against  her  knuckles  .  all  to  the  sound  of  evan’s  gentle  laughter  .    

“  if  not  eloise  ,  t’en  definitely  my  mam  ,  ”  he  said  ,  words  mumbled  against  the  back  of  her  hands  .

“  can’t  forget  olivia  .  she’d  be  devastated  .  ”

“  ‘nd  ruari  would  never  forgive  us  .  ”

an  adoring  smile  warmed  her  features  as  he  pressed  a  final  kiss  against  her  knuckles  ,  brown  eyes  peeking  up  at  her  as  his  chin  rested  atop  their  intertwined  hands  .  much  like  the  city  outside  of  their  room  ,  the  MAGIC  of  kieran  walsh  never  quite  went  away  either  .  

“  alrigh’  .  we  won’t  get  eloped  here  .  no  need  t’  give  me  t’e  eyes  ,  ”  she  grinned  ,  slowly  shaking  her  head  as  her  hands  shifted  within  his  .  one  slipped  to  intertwine  their  fingers  as  her  other  hand  wriggled  free  ,  instead  reaching  to  slide  around  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  “  but  it’s  not  off  t’e  table  completely  .  if  t’e  planning  gets  too  annoying  .  .  .  ”

“  mhm  .  .  .  ”  his  did  a  terrible  job  of  concealing  that  lopsided  grin  as  he  leaned  closer  .

“  if  we  start  worryin’  more  about  ot’er  people  ‘nd  not  us  .  .  .  ”

“  mhm  .  .  .  ”

“  if  t’e  day  of  gets  so  stressful  t’at  we’re  bot’  having  t’e  worst  time  .  .  .  ”  her  brows  raised  ,  giving  him  a  pointed  look  as  his  gaze  clearly  dropped  to  her  lips  ,  “  THEN  we  elope  .  ”

“  sounds  like  a  good  enough  escape  plan  .  ”

“  yeah  .  .  .    ”  she  sighed  softly  ,  eyes  flittering  over  his  features  ,  “  hopefully  we  won’t  ‘ave  to  use  it  ‘nd  we  can  stick  to  leaving  t’e  party  early  so  you  can  ,  uh  ,  head  back  to  your  room  ‘nd  just  knock  out  .  ”

his  smile  stretched  even  wider  ,  faux  annoyance  tainting  his  town  as  his  hand  effortlessly  slipped  around  the  back  of  her  neck  .  his  lips  brushed  against  hers  as  he  said  ,  “  you’re  never  going  t’  let  t’at  go  are  you  ?    ”

“  not  a  fiucking  chance  ,  ”  she  laughed  ,  but  the  sound  was  cut  off  by  kieran  eagerly  closing  space  between  them  .

[disclosureverse]

𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 : 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 .

     live  music  was  something  they’d  always  shared  .  it  served  as  an  escape  from  reality  ,  a  way  to  run  away  for  a  night  or  a  weekend  and  pretend  that  everything  they  hated  about  lorcain  simply  didn’t  exist  .  evan  always  got  lost  in  the  energy  ;  kieran  always  got  lost  in  the  music  .  amidst  crowds  of  hundreds  ,  thousands  ,  or  tens  of  thousands  ,  they  were  nameless  .  faceless  .  no  past  ,  no  future  ,  just  the  present  .  when  they  were  younger  ,  it  smudged  the  already  blurred  lines  of  their  friendship  even  further  ,  but  now  .  .  .  now  kieran  walsh  was  headlining  shows  and  festivals  with  his  three  best  friends  .  now  that  dreamy  world  they  escaped  to  was  the  reality  of  their  summers  .  now  it  didn’t  matter  if  he  was  on  stage  or  in  the  crowd  ,  evan  was  always  getting  lost  in  him  .  it  was  so  easy  to  get  lost  in  him  .  

     the  weight  of  his  arm  draped  heavily  over  her  shoulder  ,  and  when  she  glanced  up  at  him  ,  his  cheeks  were  still  flushed  with  the  glow  of  a  perfectly  executed  setlist  .  just  a  couple  hours  before  ,  he’d  had  the  very  crowd  they  stood  amongst  wrapped  around  his  pinky  ,  and  the  effects  of  it  left  a  faint  ,  crooked  smile  on  his  lips  .  every  time  she  thought  she’d  reached  the  capacity  of  her  love  for  him  ,  she  caught  him  at  just  the  right  moment  ,  and  a  thousand  more  capacities  opened  in  her  heart  .  it  was  never  ending  ,  and  the  swell  in  her  chest  prompted  her  to  shift  under  his  arm  ,  turning  away  from  the  stage  and  entirely  towards  him  .  show  lights  flickered  blue  and  purple  and  white  against  the  dark  canvas  of  his  irises  as  his  gaze  moved  to  meet  hers  ,  arm  falling  away  to  wrap  instinctively  around  her  waist  when  she  stepped  closer  .  the  crowd  around  them  remained  unmoving  ,  eyes  turned  to  a  band  playing  lyrics  she  didn’t  know  .  it  sounded  like  a  love  song  .  

     no  words  came  to  mind  ;  she’d  never  been  good  at  molding  her  feelings  into  perfect  sentences  .  all  evan  knew  was  that  her  thoughts  played  the  same  phrase  on  an  endless  loop  :  i  love  you  ,  i  love  you  ,  i  love  you  .  more  than  anything  ,  most  of  all  .  sneakers  dug  into  the  soft  ground  as  she  rose  to  her  toes  ,  arms  wrapping  easily  around  his  shoulders  .  kieran  shifted  to  meet  her  partway  ,  leaning  down  ever  so  slightly  .  one  hand  poised  on  her  waist  ,  the  other  against  the  small  of  her  back  .  for  a  brief  moment  ,  they  just  looked  at  each  other  ,  and  the  gentle  smile  on  his  lips  sent  her  thoughts  into  a  tizzy  .  i  have  never  loved  someone  like  this  ,  she  thought  .  i  have  never  been  loved  like  this  ,  she  thought  .  i’m  going  to  marry  you  someday  ,  and  then  ,  i  love  you  ,  i  love  you  ,  i  love  you  .  his  flushed  cheeks  .  the  star  map  of  freckles  across  the  bridge  of  his  nose  .  dark  curls  that  flopped  charmingly  over  his  forehead  .  soft  lips  warmed  into  a  gentle  smile  .  maybe  the  band  on  stage  was  playing  a  whole  set  of  love  songs  ;  that’s  all  she  could  hear  while  looking  at  him  .  

     instead  of  speaking  ,  she  moved  closer  still  ,  the  tip  of  her  nose  skimming  against  his  skin  until  the  contact  was  replaced  by  a  kiss  .  lingering  and  warm  ,  pressed  against  the  corner  of  that  gentle  smile  .  that  gentle  smile  that  grew  the  moment  her  lips  found  the  edge  of  it  because  he  knew  .  he  knew  exactly  what  she  was  saying  when  she  turned  into  him  :  i  love  you  .  and  though  she  didn’t  need  to  speak  it  for  him  ,  she  did  anyway  .  “  i  love  you  ,  ”  she  confessed  quietly  against  his  cheek  ,  a  secret  the  whole  world  knew  ,  but  only  for  him  in  that  moment  .  i  love  you  ,  and  she  kissed  him  again  .

[disclosureverse]

as  october  rolls  around  ,  there  comes  two  days  that  kieran  walsh  puts  aside  his  title  of  the  enigmatic  frontman  &  posts  on  an  instagram  that  is  otherwise  more  or  less  silent  .  one  comes  the  day  before  halloween  &  another  ,  new  this  year  ,  comes  within  the  first  few  days  &  all  for  the  same  girl  .  there  is  ,  after  all  ,  nothing  silent  about  the  way  he  loves  evan  connely  .  &  after  a  month  that  was  full  of  rumours  ,  one  post  is  all  it  takes  to  lay  to  rest  any  doubt  .  .  .  there  is  NO  ONE  else  that  kieran  walsh  wants  .  evan  connely  —  the  girl  he  grew  up  with  . the  girl  that  was  there  from  the  beginning  of  it  all  .  the  girl  that  had  seen  him  at  his  worst  &  still  loved  him  .  the  girl  that  made  him  believe  that  love  could  be  soft  &  UNCONDITIONAL  .  the  girl  that  had  become  his  HOME  .  the  girl  that  he’ll  ,  one  day  ,  build  a  family  with  that  knows  NOTHING  of  the  ‘  love  ’  his  father  had  taught  him  —   is  it  .

                     𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘                     𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 & 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇

[disclosureverse]

                                             𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅                                              𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃'𝐒                                     𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏                          𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘪𝘦����𝘢𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 & 𝘣𝘦𝘹 𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢

[disclosureverse]

                             𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 . . . 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 .

jude reyes : disclosure new york , indie pop .

kiv o’niell : disclosure los angeles , pop .

THE FOUND : disclosure manchester , indie rock .

nicky haven : disclosure new york , pop rock . saint valentine , pop rock .

solea : disclosure los angeles , alternative r&b .

[disclosureverse]

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝑹𝑼𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰 𝑭𝑳𝒀𝑵𝑵 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 !

[disclosureverse]

                         𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑                                             𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐒                          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓 . . .

                                                      𝘉𝘌𝘟 ✨