London calls me a stranger

Chapter 23

Sam's POV

"Cheers!" Everyone chanted as this evening's gig finished. This also meant that there 'tour' around London also finished. Elisa Smiles had picked up quite a stir in London and now they are starting to get a little fan base together, that was growing rapidly. First 5, then 10, then 15 and now over 30 girls would hang around the stage door just to meet the band members. Matt was still quite cautious of them after that night when we got mobbed but I don't mind it, it's never even that bad since. He still kept a firm grasp on my hand when ever he was around fans. But that's all over, for now. And now for the best part... The after party.

The after party was held at Matt's apartment, and I'm pretty sure even Matt did not know everyone there! But it didn't matter. Everyone was getting on, drinking, laughing and having a great time, especially April.

She had only had 2 cans and she was already off her head. It doesn't take much for April to get drunk, unlike me. She was dancing about like a loon the last I saw of her.

Matt's arm protectively wrapped around my waist as he mingled with others. Although I felt trapped, I felt safe. That was until I felt an icy stare trained on me from across the room. I turned to meet the icy blue orbs, and the unmistakable blonde quiff. Conor was wearing a white Ramond's t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his impressive biceps, also he wore dark wash skinny jeans, that weren't so tight you could see everything, but just tight enough to see his incredibly toned legs. In his left hand he held a green glass bottle of Stella Artois, and with his right he ruffled his quiff back into place. The look in his eye indicated to me that he wanted me to follow him.

"Oh Chantelle!" I called in Conor's direction, "sorry Matt, how me two minutes I'm just going to talk to my friend from work."

He kissed me quickly and told me to hurry back, I nodded and scampered off in the direction that Conor had walked. I was lost in the crowd of people packed in Matt's living room.

Then the uninvited guest, pulled my hand into a room and locked the door behind me. Great. Now I'm locked in a bedroom with him, and he could do anything!

He staggered over to me, pushing his body close. Impossibly close. I rolled my eyes. He was drunk. The stench of alcohol was easily recognisable as his hot breath fanned over my face. He wasn't sober enough to be responsible for his actions but he could still hold a conversation.

"What do you want Conor?" I asked, wishing for this moment to be over.

"I need to speak with you," he slurred. He leaned down to my right ear. "I need you, Sam... I want you."

It was hard not to keep my laugh in. "Well I'm sorry Conor. I'm with Matt now!" I protested, pushing my hand against his chest, attempting to create space between us.

His strength dominated mine and he stood there solid as a brick wall. His hand flatted over mine on his chest, holding it in place. His chest rose and fell under my touch, his heart beat fast and his breathing rapid. "I don't care about Matt! He's a dick!" He responded.

"No he's not he's different!" I spat back. I pulled my hand from his grasp, but his body still imprisoned me. "Conor let me go!" I shouted as his body pressed harder against mine. "Conor let me go!!" I shouted louder, almost screamed. I shoved him off and headed for the door and tried to unlock it, but he flipped me over and pinned me against the white wood door.

His hot breath trickled down my neck as he began kissing, sucking and nibbling it. I screamed in protest and ran out of the room. My eyes wild and manic looking for Matt.

Where is he?! There's so many people! Then I spotted the chocolate brown orbs pinned on me. I ran to him in the kitchen and slid into his arms. "Hey babe" I said, kissing his cheek.

"Hello there!" He replied, almost sexily. He continued talking to Luke with his arm snaked around my waist. I felt much safer under his touch until I felt the icy stare on me again. I didn't even turn to glance at him... I had nothing to say.

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At around about one in the morning, most of the company was heavily effected by alcohol. It was hilarious because I think I was the only one that was a little sober, well except for Matt. He'd cut down on drinking since we started going out.

I hadn't seen April in a while. I tried calling her phone. No answer. Tried texting her. No answer. She's probably gone home. But she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Would she?

She was probably so drunk she can't remember where RU campus is! But I decided to have one last scout around to look for her. I stood up from the cream leather couch, which was by now inhabited by the very drunk members of Elisa Smiles, and made my way to the corridor.

I checked the bathroom. Door unlocked, and no sign of April. I checked the main bedroom. Door unlocked, and no sign of April. Checked the spare bedroom... Door unlocked.... And I found April...