The 1975

Chapter Ninety-Two || These Violent Delights....

*Last chapter :(*

Date: January 24th

Location: London, England

"You can't wear this where you're going" Gemma chuckled holding up his black sweater.

"Uh you can just throw that away" I said and her smile faded, she lowered her eyes then when I wasn't looking she folded it up and tucked it on the bottom of my suitcase.

"I can't believe you're actually leaving" Oliver scoffed popping open bottle of whine with his bare hands. "Even now I'd still expect you to stay, you fucking love this place"

"And it's my home" I nodded continuing to fold. "But I am a lost soul in desperate need of salvation"

"And a trip to Dubai is your salvation?" Oliver snorted pouring only himself a glass.

"Not just Dubai, also Thailand, Nepal, Morocco, Kuwait, Sri Lanka, all those lovely countries" Gemma grinned widely.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous" Oliver said pursing his lips. "Take me with you?"

"And take you away from Uni? Never!" I fake gasped into giggles.

"Love seeing that smile" he said causing my smile to fade.

"In less than six hours you'll be gone, don't ruin it now love" Gemma said softly then finally sat down on the bed. "Have you talked to them?"

"No" I said shaking my head then looked at Oliver desperately.

I asked him to bring me George or at least attempt to and he assured me he sent the message but so far no George.

I could have asked for any of them, Ross would have showed up within minutes with ice cream and a documentary on MoMA, but I asked specifically for him because if I'm being honest if any of them deserved a proper goodbye it was him.

Don't get me wrong, I would love to hug my boys one last time and tell them how appreciative I am for them and how much I love them and will always love them but I had time for that.

I wouldn't be gone forever and I didn't have a history with them like I did with George.

Seeing him in person before I embarked on this adventure was extremely needed.

So when he didn't show of course it hit me hard, as if I hadn't been hit with enough lately, but I also couldn't blame him.

"Don't speak too soon" Gemma said as she locked her phone. "Jamie's here"

I sighed softly, I really didn't want to see him.

"Where is-" Oliver started to ask but there was a knock of the door which answered the question he was about to ask.

Gemma stood up and answered it and I sat down on the bed with a look of normalcy on my face. If I showered too emotion or too little I was terrified he would tell Matty.

"Can I get a minute alone with her?" Jamie asked, Oliver and Gemma both nodded then rushed out the room. With the wine of course.

"Hi" I said softly with a small smile.

"You're packing" he lightly chuckled walking over to me. "So that means it's really over?"