The first meeting

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Y/N pov

I was walking down streets of London town, not really going anywhere, just getting some fresh air. I was going to turn a corner and I bump into someone. I didn't fall just took some steps back to steady myself.

They kept running, I turned around and saw two men running.

One is short with blond-ish hair and a tall with dark curly hair.

The tall one turns around and slightly stops in his tracks. His expression changes from a blank one to a confused one. I just smirk slightly and walk around the corner, leaving them behind.

TIME SKIP

I was laying on my bed, not really trying to sleep. I thought about the two men for some unknown reason.

Short. blond-ish one. Used to be an army Doctor, close friends with the tall one, thinks and claims he's not gay but is clearly wrong, has a blog about him and the tall one, they are probably well known.

Tall, dark curly-haired one. A sociopath, offended by being called a psychopath, I would as well thou, has no real friends except the short one, smoker, drug addict, is lonely, depressed, thinks he's the only one, plays the violin, quite good actually... and he's pansexual.

I stopped and thought about how he looked at me. He was surprised he couldn't read me. He wanted to know more. Well I know one thing. I'm not going to make it easy for him.

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