This is a fictitious story based on some of the members of the Irish pop group (westlife). I am NOT implying that these guys are actually gay, or that any of the events in this story are real. More stories to come at my website: www.geocities.com/westlife02/
The Westlife Story
Prologue
Nicky walked along the quite street, hands in pocket, head down. The cool breeze relaxed him a little, but his mind refused to co-operate with the rest of his body, and despite his efforts it drifted back to that one person. He shook his head violently, but the image remained, undisturbed and painfully real. He cursed loudly and let out an agonising groan, what was happening to him? Why was it happening to him? Tears swelled up in his eyes, but he refused to let himself go, and with all his inner strength he fought back the tears. "Please!" he yelled "please". And that is all that it took, his tears began to flow freely, shaking his entire body. Then without any effort to sustain himself, he fell to the ground, landing on his knees, his heart felt like it was ready to explode. Finally the image of Kian began to fade.
Shane stood outside Nicky's room, pounding his fists on the door, but the door remained close. His heart sank, as he headed back to his room, disappointed yet again. It was the third time that day, and every time he had returned without even as much as catching a glimpse of Nicky. They had been in London for four days now, and it had been that long since they had last been together as a group. At this moment the only thing that he wanted was to be with Nicky, he was missing him so much. He closed the door to his hotel room, kicked off his shoes, and fell back on to the king-size bed. He closed his eyes, and let his entire body relax; he threw his arms aimlessly, his right hand landing on something cold. He picked it up; it was a copy of 'Smashits'. He opened it at the centre page, and Nicky's beautiful face smiled back at him. He was unaware of the smile that has appeared on his face, as he stared at the picture, but the smile quickly transformed into anger. Anger at himself for missing Nicky so much and anger at Nicky for not knowing how he felt...
The female fan gathered her clothes, got herself dressed and quietly left the room. Kian was asleep, lying naked, on his stomach; of course he didn't realise that the young brunette was leaving with his 2000 pound sterling gold chain. But even if he did, what would he have done? He had had three women in the last five hours, he didn't have enough energy to move let alone do anything else.