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Courtney's p.o.v
He looks at me as if he has never seen me in his life, so I try and copy his facial expression, which is confusion, and slight interest.
"It's okay, are you from America?" He asks. His voice brings back lots of memories, and I shiver slightly at it. I don't think he notices, or he puts it down as being cold and raining.
"No, I've been out there for a few years though. I actually originally come from here. Not right here, but here as in England, I did live in London for a bit though." I ramble, and out right lie. He nods and smirks as if he knows something I don't. Maybe he thinks my rambling is because he makes me nervous? Which is right. I shiver again, but this time because it is really cold.
"Oh, you're cold. Here, have my jacket." He takes off his leather jacket, and hands it to me. He's left standing in a black tank top, and I notice how more muscular his arms look, he looks less like a noodle now.
"Oh, no it's fine." I say, stepping back slightly. He steps forward, and this is when feelings of dread, but also something else which I don't recognise, start building in my stomach.
"Take it." He demands, the authority in his voice makes me grab it and angrily chuck it on.
"Good, now I have an excuse to see you again....what's your name?" He asks, smirking. Before I can cleverly come up with a completely different name, I stupidly answer his question honestly.
"Courtney." I say, "Bye." I add, when I realise my mistake as he looks at me in alarm and maybe recognition, and walk very quickly into the direction of the hotel.
"Wait what?" I hear him say, but I'm too far away for him to have a quick enough reaction to chase me.
I almost run back to the hotel, and constantly look behind me to make sure he's not following me, and luckily he isn't. I feel out of breath and am also realising how unfit I am. I burst into the hotel, ignoring the surprised gaze of the receptionist, and sprint up the stairs. I swipe the keycard against the holder next to the door, jump into the room, and slam the door shut, then release a deep breath.
I realise I have nothing to do, at all. I turn on my phone and decide to text my friends.
*group chat*
Courtney: Hey guys x
Noah: Courtney!
Courtney: yep, it's me, aha
Zac: guys, I'm trying to study. Sh.
Natalie: yeah whatever, I can hear you watching TV, idiot
Zac: it helps me study.
Courtney: Where's Natasha and Louise???
Noah: They're asleep, I think
Zac: I'm have my test tomorrow, so yeah
Natalie: I think I'm gonna go to sleep, it was good talking to you Courtney, see ya
Courtney: byee
After saying bye to Natalie no one else replies, so I sigh and put my phone back on charge. I realise then that it's probably about 2 o'clock in the morning in New York (a/n sorry if this is wrong, I cba to work out the time difference) and as much as I try, it's going to be difficult to talk to talk to my friends with the time differences.
I'm too nervous to go out to eat dinner, so I just call room service and get a small dinner. I have to wait for ten minutes until it turns up, so to pass the time I reorganise the shelf that holds my make up, perfumes and the like. A harsh knocking sounds echoes through the hotel suite, and I nervously tiptoe towards the door, unfortunately there is no peep hole, so I just have to open the door; slowly.
I peep round the corner of the door, and sigh when I see a boy, maybe my age, wearing the hotel uniform, and carrying a tray which has chips and a burger on it; exactly what I ordered.
"Hi, thanks." I say, taking the tray when he passes it to me. He flashes me a grin.
"What's your name, darlin'?" he says just as I'm about to turn away and shut the door.
"I'm Courtney." I say simply, smiling slightly at him.
"I'm John, wanna hook up?" He says cockily. I feel my eyes widen slightly at how direct he is, and I shake my head in disbelief, his smile falters slightly.
"Is that a no?" He asks, stepping back.
"Sorry to damage your ego, John." I say, while shutting the door. I smile slightly when recalling how I reacted, I fight the urge to snap my fingers in a Z formation, because that would be weird.
I finish my food quickly, leave the plate outside my door, and then get ready to go to bed; this includes having a shower, getting into my night clothes, and chucking my hair into a messy bun.
I message my mum saying a simple 'goodnight x'. She doesn't reply, but I feel nicer knowing I said it though. I plug in my earphones, putting on Ed Sheeran, and fall asleep quickly.
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Fanfic// Sequel to submissive // 5 seconds of summer gave up looking for Courtney Luke after a year. It's been 3 years now, and Courtney still can't forget the experiences she shares with them, and it is complete denial that she misses them. Luke frequen...
