Until I Found You ~ Clement Novalak

👑CHAPTER ONE👑

31 December 2020:

"What are you doing here?" Delilah Hubert asks the blonde girl as they bump into each other in another club that month. "Trying to piss my parents off." Georgia laughs, drinking her vodka and lemonade. "Well they probably are pissed, no one is allowed to be out partying because of Coronavirus," Delilah says. Georgia stares at the French girl with raised eyebrows.

"Well, I'm sorry if I wanted to have a good welcome into the new year after the shit year we've just had. And it's my birthday when it hits midnight." Delilah defends herself holding her arms up. "Yeah, with a bunch of people who don't care about social distancing and staying safe." The British jokes girl looks around the club. "No, they want a good new year as well, we're all fed up with staying home," Delilah says again.

"Yeah, where's that boyfriend of yours?" Georgia looks around for Marcus. "Shush, no one knows we're dating. I've only accidentally told you because I was drunk. But he's coming here soon with his friend." The Frenchwoman smiles. "We'll have fun. I'm going to go and get another drink." The blonde girl winks. "How many have you already had?" Delilah asks. "Too many to count." She winks at the Frenchwoman and walks away while laughing.

A few hours later Georgia was still sitting at the bar and talking to the bartender Kelsea. "You have no other life?" The girl poring a martini asks. "No, not really. My parents disowned me, my brothers are too busy with their lives and I was never allowed out of the palace so, no friends." Georgia shrugs, drinking some of the martini Kelsea passed her. "You went to school, that's how we met," Kelsea mentions.

"Yeah, I went to school for about eight months. Before my parents pulled me out. I've learnt everything I know from my granny." The nineteen-year-old smiles. "Your granny is a queen, like literally and figuratively." The ginger woman laughs. "Hell yeah she is, I miss her... She isn't dead but I haven't seen her since I got kicked out of the family." Georgia frowns. "Hey, it'll be okay," Kelsea reassured the girl.

"I guess so, we do send letters to each other often." The blonde girl says. "That's cute, but now Is not a time to be getting all sad. It's New Year's Eve go and find someone to hook up with." Kelsea smiles. "Oh no, that's just looking for trouble. And who'd want to get with me? I'm a drunk, Kelsea." Georgia throws her head in her hands. "Well, I see someone," Kelsea says.

"Who?" The princess sits up. "Corner of the room, he's been eyeing you up for like the last hour." Kelsea winks. "Just don't make it ob..." The bartender says but can't finish her sentence before Georgia spins her head and lays her eyes on a brunette boy. "Oh my god, he smiled at me." The girl spins around to see her friend smiling at her. "If I need to tell you again Prins to get back to work, I'm going to fire you." The girl's dad walks out of the back room.

"Dad, Nanny wouldn't be happy if you did that, therefore you can't fire me." The ginger girl smiles at her boss. "Please just start serving other customers." He scoffed. "Hello, Gigi." The man then looks at the girl. "Hello Mr Prins." Georgia waves at him. "Another martini on the house, because that dude is walking over right now. Good luck." Kelsea laughs, handing her friend the glass and walking away.

"Hi." The brunette smiles, sitting down on the empty stool next to the girl. "Hello." The British girl nods. "You're from England?" He asks as he runs his hands through his hair moving it out of his eyes. "Yes, born and raised." Georgia nods. "That's cool. But what brings you to France?" The boy questioned. "I've lived here for like a year now, it's quite a relaxing country so. Were you born here?" The princess then asks the next question.

"Yeah, but I moved to Switzerland at a young age then when I was fourteen I moved to England." He explains, making Georgia slowly nod as she takes a sip of her martini. Doesn't he know who she is then if he's lived in England most of his life? It was a pretty big deal about her getting kicked out of the family. "Ahh, that's nice." She quickly remembers to reply. "I love this song." Georgia smiles when Blinding lights start playing.

"Yeah, it's a good song." The Frenchman nods. "That's a hint that she wants you to dance with her man," Kelsea tells him as she walks past the pair to get into the back room. The brunette turns to the blonde and raises an eyebrow in a silent way to ask if she wants to dance. "Give me a second." Georgia holds up a finger grabbing her glass and downing the rest before putting it back on the counter before grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor.

Georgia slowly steers awake and yawns loudly whilst stretching. She carefully peels her eyes open due to the bright morning light shining into the room. And that's when she realises... she's not in her room. Her curtains are rarely open. She sits up carefully and looks around the room to see that she is in a room she has never seen before. She lifts the duvet cover off her body to see she is completely naked.

"Fuck me." She whispers to herself pulling the cover back to her skin. Before hearing soft snores from beside her. She quickly spins her head around to see a mop of brown hair piled up on the pillow. The English Woman smiles slightly seeing how peaceful the male looked. Then the memories from the previous night come rushing in.

The blonde girl slowly scoots out of the bed and looks around for her clothes that got ripped off her the second she stepped into the room. "I need to get some self-respect." She shakes her head, as she pulls her dress on. "Hopefully he doesn't mind me stealing this." Georgia mumbles, grabbing his white shirt from the chair and slips it on. "I need some ibuprofen." She holds her head, before rushing around the room more to get her shoes.

"It was a fun night buddy." Georgia nods looking at the brunette in the bed. She thinks about whether she should leave him a note but she decides against it not wanting to relive this moment. So she buttons up the last button on the shirt and walks out of the room. "I need better life choices." The girl sighs, closing the hotel room door. "What are you looking at?" She raises an eyebrow to an old lady.

"Nothing, it's just, me and my husband met from a one-night stand." She smiles. "That's honestly great for you. But I don't believe in love if I'm being honest. In one way or another, it always ends in heartbreak. So I prevent myself from hurting later on in life." The blonde girl nods. "Never say never." The old person winks before walking away. "Okay, little Justin Bieber wannabe." The Windsor girl smirks a bit and makes her way out of the hotel.

Authors Note:

HEY PEEPS! I actually cannot wait to get into this fanfic. I love Clem so much and he's so funny. And I hope this book goes the way I want but yeah. With Kelsea you can picture her however you want because she doesn't have a face claim.

REMEMBER I LOVE YOU ALL ❤️ AND DO NKT FORGET TO DRINK YOUR DAILY DOSE OF WATER! 💧