From london to Istanbul/Kenan Yildiz

Part 7

Amelia's POV

As I entered the elevator, I found myself doing a little dance. I was so glad Kenan had called me for a date. I needed that. I didn't want to say goodbye to him. I couldn't get his smile out of my head, the dimples that appeared when he grinned, the softness of his cheek when I kissed it, his emerald eyes, his laugh, his strong embrace, and most importantly, his scent. I brought the collar of his jacket closer to my face and inhaled deeply. His jacket unmistakably smelled like Kenan Yildiz.

I didn't notice the elevator doors opening until they already had. This brought me back to reality. As I headed to my room to change clothes, I started to think more realistically. First, what would I tell my friends, and what the hell was wrong with me? It wasn't okay to get so easily attached to someone I had just met. I was shocked by my behavior. I wasn't supposed to do this; I had to stay focused. I was afraid of how easily I had become attached to him in just a few hours. What would happen if I spent the whole week with him? How would I say goodbye? I definitely didn't need to go through this now. But at the same time, I understood that sometimes I had to give myself some freedom, at least on this trip.

Luckily, Sofia helped me stop overthinking. As I tried to open the door to our room, she hugged and scolded me.

"Amelia, are you serious?" she shouted.

"Hey, Sof, what happened?" I asked.

"We were all worried. You didn't answer our messages," Lisa chimed in.

"And missed my two calls," added Mike, walking out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, guys. I decided to fully enjoy Istanbul. I accidentally put my phone on mute and left it in my bag," I said as I walked to my bed near the balcony. As I made my way there, I saw that all the boys were in our room, ready to party. Great, as always.

Harry Willson, the closest friend among the boys, was the first to speak. He always understood me and never judged me for any of the dumb things I did. He was like an older brother to me, ready to come to my aid at any hour.

Mike Smith, sitting with Eva on a little sofa, had known me since birth. Our families were great friends, so we had seen each other through everything. Mike was blunt, often saying things that hurt, but he was always there for me. He was a realist, often arguing with me about my choices, probably because he was a week older than me and felt entitled to give advice.

Sofa, Lisa, and Matthew were lying on Lisa's bed. Matthew, Lisa's boyfriend, was a year younger than us and the source of some conflicts because we had planned this trip for just our close group. None of us knew him well, and he was a bit of an enigma. Even Mike thought he was hiding behind a mask, which worried us all.

"Amelia, what are you wearing?" Mike asked, eyeing the jacket.

"Jeans jacket, if you can't see," I replied.

"But I've never seen that one before, and it's too big for you, isn't it?" Lisa remarked.

"I just bought a new one because I forgot mine here. It's a new trend—super extra-large. Haven't you seen Hailey Bieber's style?" I said seriously. The boys laughed, while the girls agreed it was a new trend.

"So, are we all ready to go?" Harry asked.

"Wait a minute, I need to do something with my hair. The wind is crazy," I replied.

"You should've just stayed here with us instead of making us worry and stress out," Mike said. "And don't you dare roll your eyes at me." He walked behind me as I looked in the mirror. I noticed what he and everyone else were wearing.

"Guys, you're naive if you think you can go out like this. You'll all freeze. Mike, you better think about yourself too, my dear," I said, ignoring his remark. Some of them looked out the window; the rain had stopped, but there was still a wind. Everyone went out to get their jackets. I decided to stay in Kenan's jacket. I took my phone from the pocket and found Kenan's number, sending him our pictures. I sat on the bed, waiting for them, looking through our photos again, and replying to messages.