Til Death Do Us Part // James Patrick March

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My eyes fluttered open due to the sun's rays projecting on my face.

I looked around the room and nothing seems familiar. Where am I?

Then it all hit to me. I'm in that one guys room. I forgot his name but I think it starts with a J maybe Jack or John? As I was looking more around the room My eye caught on a note ontop of the bedside table.

Dear Y/n,

Good morning dear, Liz Taylor has prepared some clothes for you which are on the couch next to you. Meet me at the bar at 12:30 for breakfast.

From yours truly, James

Oh so that's his name, James. Ha, how thoughtful of him to consider that I'm homeless and in need of clothes. I looked at the clock near the bed and it read 12:03 am. So I got a little bit less than 30 minutes to get ready.

I looked at the couch next to me and I saw a fabulous dark red silk dress. Thanks Liz for the dress but I'm going to eat breakfast not attending an opera show.

I stood up grabbed the dress and headed towards the bathroom. Shivers somehow got send up my spine as soon as my warm feet felt the vintage tiled bathroom floor. I started stripping my thin clothing off.

I took a quick glance at my most beautiful and beloved back tattoo before putting the dress on.

Pretty much everyone except for some friends know about my tattoo. I'm glad I never told my parents about my tattoo because that would have gave them more of a reason to kick my out.

Being the badass I am I got the tattoo when I was 19 which ment I had to hide the damn tattoo for 9 years which was hard but succesful. I mean my parents can't just barge in and ask to see my back, I would just call child protection services for their perverted ass.

The design is a huge parrot which symbolizes long life and freedom, just what I need.

Since James was nice enough to fetch some clothes for me I decided to neatly fold my clothes unlike the clumsy and messy person I am.

I looked in the mirror and wow, the dress very beautiful way to beautiful for my liking with all the gemstones and sparkles, but red is really my color.

The dress wasn't enough to cover my back tattoo but if I wore my hair down I would be just fine.

For some reason, I keep thinking about James. His dimpled smile, his cute mustache, and his accent, gosh his accent is so attractive.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked near the bed for a quick time check. 12:23, perfect. I threw on my boots and walked out of the room.

~TIME SKIP TO AT THE BAR~

My gaze met with James while I was walking to the bar. He smiled and waved and so did I.

"Has anyone told you, you look ravishing today?" James said grabbing my hand to kiss.

"No, not yet James and thank you, you too," I smiled.

I could feel Liz's eyes burning onto me like she's trying to read me I don't know why but I don't really care I just let her.

"How was you sleep?" James asked out of curiosity.

"Fine, and yours?" I asked.

"Great thanks for asking," he asked.

This small talk was really awkward and weird but James seems to not catch the akwardness. That's when I saw a bunch of people walking in.

"James why are there a bunch of people walking in?"