my london boy // louis partridge

ch. 2

a/n-

In this story the Coronavirus doesn't exist so the characters are free to live a normal life. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Josie's pov;

As the flight finally landed, everyone on board started to scramble around grabbing their bags to get off the plane as fast as possible. Grace on the other hand was still fast asleep, so I shook her gently to wake her up. 

"Grace wake up we landed." I say shaking her less lightly now.

"Ugh, let me sleep." she said in a groggy voice, keeping her eyes closed and adjusting her body.

"Oh my god this bitch." I muttered under my breath as a group of teens walked past our row. I moved her head up off my shoulder and pinched her arm hard enough for her to let out a quiet yelp.

"What the FUCK was that for!" 

"You wouldn't get up, also we landed and we have to get off the plane." I responded. Once she heard what i said, she perked up and started putting all of her things away in her carry on.

"How long was I asleep for?" She asked now fully awake.

"Almost the whole flight, you fell asleep not even halfway through the movie. You literally wouldn't get your head off of me the whole time AND because of YOU my arm got pins and needles, idiot." 

"Jeez sorry miss, my bad. But can we at least get off this plane, I'm so hungry." she said clutching her arms around her abdomen.

"Yeah definitely, lets go." We slipped into the stuffed aisle and squeezed our way out of the plane.

"Thank you!" Grace said to one of the flight attendants as we were exiting. Jesus that girl is too nice sometimes.

30 minutes later -

Grace's pov;

After we got all of our bags, we made our way out of terminal and to the pickup/drop off zone, where we waved down a taxi. The driver was super nice and once we had all of our bags stuffed in the trunk, we got in and left the busy airport. My dad came to London a few days earlier with all of my furniture and big things, so he was going to meet us at the dorms. I decided to call him because he never answers his texts. Thankfully he answered right away.

"Hey dad."

"Hi Gigi, did you guys land safely?" He questioned.

Gigi is my family nickname. Ever since I can remember I was either called this or Gracie girl, but I kinda hate the name, so if someone who isn't as part of my family calls me it, it makes me upset.

"Yeah, the flight wasn't bad at all actually. I was asleep for most of it."

"Well that's good." He responded sounding relieved. 

"Soo dad, where are you because we have no address and have no idea where we are going." 

"Oh I'm at my hotel room right now, but how about I meet you guys at your dorms. I'll send you the address right now." 

"Okay, sounds good thanks dad ." I said happily. 

"Of course, I just sent you the address." I take my phone away from my ear and see the notification pop up from him.

"Got it, thanks!"

"No worries, call me when you're almost there okay?."

"Okay I will, bye." I hung up the phone and slid it into my back pocket. Jeez, I'm so hot right now, I need to change out of these sweats as soon as possible. I look over at Jo who's sitting next to me in the backseat. She was looking down at her phone, smiling.