Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2000 15:40:18 +0100 (BST)
From: ethan coleman <ethancoleman@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Westlife Story - Prologue

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/

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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.