Chapter 3: London

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"Alia. Alia wake up love"

I felt a hand shaking me to get up.

I murmured an inaudible sound before flickering my eyes open.

Already dark?!

My eyes snapped open wider as I took in the surroundings. V was staring at me before he undid his belt.

"Come on babe. We're here"

He got out of the car and started taking out my bags from the trunk.

I opened the door and got out as the chilly winter air slapped me in the face. I tightened my jacket around me and went to help V with the bags.

"What is this place?" I groaned. My I-just-woke-up voice clearly evident.

"It's my house silly. It's pretty late in the night so you're staying at mine's for now. Come on!"

He grabbed two of my bags, one in each hand while I carried my bag pack and a small luggage.

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"Go get some rest love. We'll set your things up tomorrow. Night!"

"Hmm" I replied.

I'm not a rude person. But when I wake up in a middle of my sleep, it becomes a problem.

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The bright light seeped through the blinds woke me up.

"Ugh" I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

Time to get up I guess.

I grabbed my bathroom essentials from my bag and freshened myself up in the en suite.

I changed my clothes into a pair of black skinny jeans and a dolman top before finding V.

"V? V you there?" I walked around the whole house searching for him.

Nope. No one's home.

I was about to ring him when my phone blasted out signalling a message.

"Hey love I'm at work now. I have a party with some friends later and you're deffo coming!! Wear something fancy! See ya at 6!"

What? Party?!

Oh no. You mean socialising?!

Thoughts started running through my head. I don't even know anyone! What if V decides to leave me alone? Then I'll be a loner.

But then again, that isn't anything new is it?

I lazed around the house before finally deciding to arrange my stuff nicely in the guest room.

Probably this might be somewhere I can call home.

Soon enough the clock chimed.

Oh shit it's five!

I took a quick shower, leaving my hair to dry and applied a bit more than usual make up. I pulled on a black dress that was sheer at the stomach and stopped about 3 inches above my knee.

I looked fine I guess.

I grabbed my clutch and threw my phone inside before sitting myself down on the couch.

As if on cue, my phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey Al you ready?"

"Yep." I replied popping the p.

"Alright I'm waiting downstairs!"

"Aren't you gonna change?"

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