First Class ✈︎ Jack Harlow (BRIEF HIATUS)

Chapter Eight

I woke up to the sun starting to peek through the curtains. I checked my phone.

5:45 A.M.

I silently groaned. For some reason, on nights when I drink and smoke, I wake up the next morning at the crack of dawn, no matter what time I go to sleep.

Luckily, because I smoked, I didn't have a hangover at all. In fact, I felt great, despite only getting about 4 hours of sleep. I slowly moved Jack's arm off of me, trying not to wake him as I slipped out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and put my hair in two Dutch braids, pulling two pieces of my shorter layers in front of my face. I grabbed the toothbrush I used last night and took my time brushing my teeth.

I wasn't wearing pants and my shirt smelled like weed, but I remembered I had my bag. I opened the bathroom door slowly, attempting to sneak back out to grab it.

Evidently, I wasn't quiet enough, because Jack was laying in bed looking back at me when I opened the door.

"I could get used to waking up to this view," he smiled, speaking raspily. The sound of his morning voice made my heart jump.

"Try not to. After tomorrow, who knows when I'll see you next?" I replied, pessimistic as ever. Deep down, I hoped he would ask me to come back to Atlanta with him again. But, he was drunk and high when he said it last night. I know he didn't mean it.

He frowned. "Why do you have to be like that?"

"Realistic?" I responded.

"Can't we just focus on the here and now? Honestly, I'm trying not to think about leaving tomorrow."

"I'm sorry.." I trailed. "I'm just upset about it. Not at you, just the situation, you know?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. And I know it's my fault, and I just wish it wasn't like this."

"I would suggest that we go get breakfast, but I know that's probably not possible, is it?"

"Not unless you want to be evading paparazzi and fans the entire time."

I paused. "Actually, I may have a solution for that."

Jack raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. "Whatcha got?"

"Call Hal," I smiled.

"Am I just supposed to trust you're not going to get us ambushed?"

"I promise that it is airtight," I smiled.

Jack smirked as he pulled out his phone, texting Hal to get the car ready.

He rolled out of bed, stretching and walking over to me to give me a slow, tight hug. He kissed the top of my head before pulling a pair of jeans and a hoodie out of the dresser.

As he went into the bathroom to go through a quick morning routine, I headed over to my bag and pulled out my biker shorts, throwing them on.

"What did I do with that hoodie from last night?" I yelled.

Jack walked out of the bathroom and over to the other side of the bed, picking the sweatshirt up off the floor and handing it to me. I took my t-shirt off and slipped it on. I stepped into my shoes as Jack approached the door, flipping his hood up.

"You ready?"

"Do I need sunglasses?"

"There shouldn't be a crowd down there. Not this early," he replied, shaking his head. He opened the door, and we headed towards the elevator.

We exited the elevator uneventfully. The lobby was completely empty, save for one employee who kindly greeted us and escorted us to the car.

"Mornin', Hal. Thanks for being ready so early on such short notice."