The Boy at The Park

Part 1. Could've been one lonely night

Editors note:
Like in every fanfic if the CC's want this to be taken down I will do that right away. Apart from that, you can listen to the song I mentioned in the description if you want to, you don't have too, but its what I was listening too when I wrote this so yeah,
enjoy :)

George was leaving his apartment at point midnight, as he did almost every day of the week.

He bought this new apartment a few weeks back to get away from his abusive parents and to live his own life without being intertwined with his family's problems.

However with a new start, new problems arise. That being, college.

What was he going to do when his parents found out he's a drop out ?

After all he did move away to have nothing to do with them, so maybe... no for sure, he was going to be okay.

Atleast I still have a job, he thought to himself with the slightest grin creeping onto his face.

He closed the door behind him, and started walking.

He had to get away from all the stress and just his life in general. Because it sucked.

Only at night he felt somewhat free.

At this time, the city was completely empty, as of expected, apart from the odd one or two drunk men talking to themselves.

But this didn't bother George because with his nightly strolls he always stumbled upon them two, or sometimes more, but they were drunk out of their head to do anything.

After all, it was London, covered with pubs.

His legs carried him through the city streets, that had been lit up with Christmas lights and the faint, blinking street lanterns.

George had never understood why in mid-November the streets were already scattered with decorations.

In his opinion, it was way too early. But to be fair, it was quite pretty.

Sometime passes and he stops for a brief second to take a deep breath of the fresh, winter air, as it also pricked at his exposed skin.

But he didn't mind the cold- he was used to it.

>>>>>>

For some reason this night felt different than any other.

For a start, he wasn't the slightest bit tired, which was strange because he had a 7 hours shift at his work earlier that day.

And secondly, he had a weird feeling growing in his guts as if it were saying:

"Go back"

However he decided to shake it off and carry on walking.

Mid-step he suddenly stopped and remembered what his friend once told him.

There was a park fairly near- by which was huge from his friend's words he recalled.

He never got the chance to go to it because he was always busy with his college work. After he dropped out, he had to focus on paying his bills.

"The park was called King's River... King's ...
King's Park!" He finally remembered.

So he set off.

It was now around 1:45 am when he got to the big wooden sign that read:

King's Park ~ founded in 1969

Minding the sign, he glanced up at the canopy's of the trees that were stood tall in a neat line on each side of the pebbled path.

The leaves of the trees were reflected by the ghostly moon rays on this clear, starry night, revealing their beautiful shades of forest greens and butter yellows.

A word escaped from his mouth, "wow" as his mind wondered off.

He found nature so engaging.

After no time, he snapped back to reality and jumped the fence, swiftly, and started walking up the path like he owned the place. However he found himself glancing back so every often to make sure the place was clear.

He also hoped the park didn't hire night shift security, but surely not, why would anyone want to sneak into a park am I right? (Lol)

"Of course there's no one, why would there be? It's always been just me wandering the city and it's outskirts at midnight" he thought out loud. Trying to pull his shit together.

But he couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort.  To be fair, he's never been here before, not even at day light, it was unchartered territory.

This feeling got the best of him as he instantly halted to a stop at the sound of, what he hoped, was just an animal.

He gulped. And turned around slowly, kept turning as his eyes scanned anything and everything he could lay his gaze upon.

Nothing

Until

"Well hello there.." a deep, monotone yet somewhat calm voice spoke from behind him, with a hearable smirk on his face.

George turned around to face, what would of been a beautiful, lit up, London skyline, but instead was met with a tall figure, with broad shoulders and clearly defined body.

There was no face visible, in fact it just looked like a dark shadow because of the lights that beamed behind him.

George gulped again.

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Cliff hanger pog? This is my SECOND time re writing this because it didn't want to publish the first time lmao. Pls ignore my trash paragraphing and any grammer or spelling mistakes thankyou :)