Fallen

London

I AM SO SORRRY!! I have not updated and I said I would! You can hit me if you want. I already feel guilty anyway! Hopefully this chapter will make it up to you?

- Naomi

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"I hope you have an amazing flight and be safe okay! Oh and tell your grandma I said hello!" Molly whispers in my ear as she embraces me into a tight squeeze.

"Molly, I am going for 1 week! I think you can handle yourself"

"I am going to miss you so much" she squeezes me harder and I begin to choke.

"Sorry! Just have a good flight! Be safe!" I smile and walk into the airport doors taking one last glance at Dan and Molly. My glance immediately hovers to them both holding hands and walking back over to his car. I look away and begin to find my terminal, which will told me yesterday was on the far left.

"Domestic terminal: 5- London" the black sign read with white block writing. I notice Michael seated, with in front of him a large brown leather suitcase and him on his phone. Carrying my luggage over towards the check in area and checking in two hours early, I take a seat next to Michael. I need to be nice to this guy if we are going to be able to complete this mission successfully.

"Hey I just want to say sorry for yesterday. I just want to finish this once and for all, so we can get out of each other's hair" he leans in and looks towards me.

I smile and exclaim I could not have said it better. Resting my head on the uncomfortable vinyl and plastic seats, I try to go to sleep.

I walk into McLaren's and take a seat in a booth where we would usually eat. A Bastille song was playing quite softly in the background. I hummed along to the melody of Things We Lost In The Fire. (A/N play link above for full immersion)

 I order a plate of fries and wait for Michael to arrive for him to talk to me. A few minutes later he walks in with pale skin and red puffy eyes, looking as if he had not slept but cried the whole night.

"Michael! Baby, are you alright?" I reach out and pat his hand, trying to calm him down. He slowly moves it towards his side of the booth and begins to speak.

"Ellie, what you said yesterday really hurt me in a lot more ways than you can even imagine. You embarrassed me in front of all my friends."

"I am so sorry Michael! I really am. I don't know why I said that. Why can't you forgive me? Was it really that hurtful?"

"Are you serious right now? Hurtful? Last night I was going to ask you to marry me! All my friends were in on the plan too. Now tell me if you think that's embarrassing or not?"

I shut my mouth and tears stream down my eyes. If today could not get any worse, the torture was just beginning. "Michael, we are too young-"

"We were too young" Placing too much emphasis in his tone on the word 'were'.

"What do you mean 'were' Michael? Michael do not even think about doing this.

You know you are going to regret it... Michael! MICHAEL!" I scream tears streaming down from my face and my words hardly being able to be choked out.

Michael stands up from the booth and proceeds to the door, taking one glance at me. He smiles with a tear rolling down his face and walks outside.

My hands begin to shake and I start to feel cold. I run outside avoiding all the stares from inside the bar and try to find Michael.

I see a large black coat covering a tall brunette man and chase after him from down the block. I tap his shoulder and he turns around, his eyes and nose bright red and puffy with tears streaming down his eyes. "Michael... you don't have to do this. I love you and you love me. We can make things right" I whisper into his ear whilst embracing him into a hug.

"It's best to forget about me Ellie. I didn't see this relationship going further anyway"

I let go off him quickly and slap him hard on his cheek.

I didn't see this relationship going further anyway. I didn't see this relationship going further anyway.

I awake with tears in my eyes at the thought of Michael and I's last conversation. I quickly wipe it away and hear a woman announcing the 1546 jet boarding to London. I look over at Michael, in the seat next to me who is picking up his suitcase and heading towards the terminal. I follow him down a brightly lit short hallway.

We board the jet and we are seated next to each other quite tightly as the jet was not big. His skinny blue jeans slide against my legs as the jet starts to take off smoothly. It did not take long to arrive at the London City airport. Without a word to each other we are taken in a taxi to our hotel room which was only a few minutes away.

"Will texted me by the way... he just wants to let you know that there is a dinner reservation for us at Lâ foragé." Michael states smiling sincerely as he turns the key to his room and pops in quickly. Oh no... this is going to get awkward.

I walk into my room and the first thing I smell is clean bed sheets and a mild vanilla scent sprayed within the room.

The bed is tightly made with clean white sheets and is pressed up against the left wall nearest to the balcony. The curtains are draped an egg shell colour and there is an LG plasma screen television planted against the wall in front of the bed. The room had a modern type of theme to it.

Placing my bag on top of the bed and starting to unpack, I only hope tonight's dinner goes well without any trouble or awkward interruptions. With that thought in mind, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I slide it out to take a look.

9.30pm tonight. Meet me at the rooftop balcony – unknown

The number was hidden and there was no way for me to see it. I stare at the text message for a little while longer, trying to let the words sink into my mind. I better keep this a secret from anyone, I don't want anyone involved in whatever is happening here.