Chapter 1

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--Harley's POV--

It's been about a month since I moved to London and I still dont have a place to live, or a job... Someone DID invite me to a New Years Party tonight though, so I do think ths I'll go to that. What time did he say that it started? Shit! It starts at 8 p.m, and its 7:30 p.m right now!

Quickly, I scanned through my wardrobe, and decided on my Jack Skellington Croptop, a pairof black ripped skinny jeans (high-waisted), and my black high converse hightops. After about 10 minutes of debateing what I would do with my makeup, I settled with the usual: Smoky eye, with a heavy application of liner on the top and bottom lashline, mascara, and dark red lipstick. I trew on my DANOSAUR wristband, and a few others, just to be sure that no one noticed the already scarred cut marks from over the past 3 years. Yes... I cut... well I havent done it a little bit more than a week, so thats good, right?? ANyway, after I straightened my hair, I grabbed my phone, camera, car keys, and my room key.

When I got to the Main lobby, someone called my name before I could run out the door without anyone noticing.

"Harley?! Youve been staying here for a month now!! YOU CANT LIVE HERE FOREVER!!!! You have 1 week to pay the 809 pounds you owe the hotel, or you can pack up your things and leave."

Shit... I thought. I totally forgot about the nightly pay policy...

"Right.. SO sorry Linda! Fuck.... I'm late. I really need to go now so I will pat you later though... I PROMISE!!!!!!!!! BYYYYYEEEEEE!"

And with that I was out of the hotel and on my way to the firs party of 2015.


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