When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Seven

{Will's pov}

It won't stop vibrating. Why won't he just give up already? I don't understand why he's so persistent to talk to me when he hasn't said a word to me in two fucking years.

He shouldn't have answered. Wait, no. I shouldn't have called. This is all my fault. I'm so stupid.

The vibrating continues so I decide to check what he has to say.

My blood stops cold, if I could get any more pale I did at this exact moment.

"Jordan😔💕: I'm coming."

"No. No no no no no. He can't! He can't see this! No!" I screamed. I grabbed my hair and piled as hard as I could.

"JORDAN! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS!" I screamed at him even though he can't hear me.

Shit. How much time do I have? I don't fucking know how long it takes to fly from Seattle to the UK or when he booked his flight.

I unlocked my phone with a shaky hand and started typing a reply.

"when will you be here?" I asked and hit send. My phone was now uncomfortably quiet. Does everyone just think I'm dead?

I wish I was. I checked the time on my phone, it's been ten minutes and he hasn't answered. He was spamming me fifteen minutes ago!

"God damn it, Jordan!" I yelled, "Answer your phone!"

As if he heard me my phone vibrated and the tone 'sherwood forest' rang through my room signalling a text from Jordan.

"Jordan😔💕: I booked my flight for Saturday morning." My eyes widened as I read the message.

I had to read it a few times just to make sure I was seeing it properly. Currently it's 00:28 on Friday. I only have about twenty four hours.

That's not enough time. I stood up quickly and began running around my room trying to clean. "I need more time!" I screamed.

I threw items I didn't know I owned into random nooks and crannies. "He can't see this hell hole." I mumbled and continued tidying.

My headache returned and my stomach began eating itself. "Not now." I growled, coincidentally it stopped.

I can't believe he's flying from Seattle to the UK because of me.

Oh my god.

He's wasting two thousand dollars because of me.

Great. I'm suicidal, and just an all around mess and now I've made Jordan broke.

Fantastic.

Maybe if I fake my death? No, he'd see right though that.

What if I jut asked him not to come? He could still come to the UK but leave me out of his travels. Ha, yeah right. What Jordan wants, Jordan gets.

I really wish I wouldn't have said anything that one night we were Skyping. But he had the cutest smile on his stupid face.

As I was scurrying around my room, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my wall.

'Remember to take that down, Will.' I told myself.

I was so pale. My cheek bones were dangerously noticeable, and the heavy dark circles under my sunken eyes didn't help in the slightest.

I look like complete shit. And Jordan's going to see me like this.

Sure, he's seen me when I was having a breakdown but he's never seen me in such a bad state of health mixed with a horrid mental state.

Hey, maybe it'll scare him back to Seattle!

Probably not. He wants to talk or something. I don't fucking know what he wants. You know, he should've asked if he could come over. What if I had plans?

Oh, bullshit. He knows that I don't.

Whatever. I pulled out my phone and created a new draft, here we go.

"@Kiinqtonq: @xBayani I can't wait"