You were basically wet from the pouring rain and you can't just find yourself a way out.
It was foggy and it was late.
Everyone was running and you just kept bumping somebody on your way.
Stampede.
Of course, its a stampede.
People running different directions and you don't know where's north and south.
Someone went near you and pulled your arm.
You can't see, so maybe he can get you out.
You just followed where he was leading you and in just moments later, you were in front of a door, under a mistletoe.
He wiped his face and so did you.
He looked at you and smiled.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"For what? I should be the one thanking you!" You replied. He just smiled at you and held your hand.
"Thank you for trusting me."
"Your welcome... And thank you for what you did back there."
He just smiled and revealed his phone.
"Here, I'll give you my number."
He said. And you gave your phone to him.
"By the way, I'm James McVey..."
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A/N: I know. It sucks doesn't it?!
I'll make it up next time.™
