Effy's POV
We finally landed! I'm finally in L.A! I wonder how Saul is... Probably getting high somewhere and drinking his Jack.
We are in the limousine, driving home, I suppose. I'm staring at the window watching the L.A lights passing by.
"Huh, do you want to eat something before we go home?" William's deep voice snaps my thoughts and I automatically look at him. "We have nothing at home, that's why I'm asking." He says, looking worried. It's one in the morning and we haven’t eaten anything since our lunch in New York.
"Yeah, sounds good." I say with a small smile and Axl tells the driver to drive us somewhere I didn't catch. To be honest, I don't know where we are going to eat at one in the morning. If it was in Portugal, we were fucked. At one in the morning the only places which are open, are bars.
We went to a pizzeria that is never closed. It's one of those places that are 24/7 open. It was a nice place with good food.
Back in the limo, Will tells the driver to head home. It’s already two in the morning, but I’m not tired. I slept almost the whole flight from New York, the jet had a magnificent bed and I couldn't resist. It was seven hours of sleep, of course I'm not tired or sleepy. I don't know if William slept, but I bet he didn't, he looks so tired.
The limo stops in front of a big house and we get out. I look around and I study the house. This isn’t a mere house, this is a mansion. All the lights are off, probably everyone is already asleep. The polite driver takes my suitcase and Will's backbag from the truck and hand them to us.
"Thanks, Albert." He thanks the driver with a smile and Albert goes way with the limo. "They aren't home." William states, looking at the dark house.
"How do you know?" I ask confused. They might be sleeping. Oh yeah Elizabeth, of course that a rock band is sleeping instead of being at a party in some pub.
"I just know." He chuckles and opens the front door. It's dark and quiet inside. When he turns on the lights, I see a black mass in front of me.
"HOLY SHIT!" I scream, making William scream too and the black mass jumps and also screams.
"SLASH? WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?! YOU SCARED US!" Will shouts to Saul. Of course it's Saul, who else could it be?
"Axl, finally I see you!" Saul exclaims with a grin and then he looks up to me. "Effy? OH MY GOD EFFY" He yells, wrapping my tiny farm with his caramel skinny but strong arms and I hug him back. "I’ve missed you so much." He says in a whisper into my hair.
"Me too." I whisper back and pull the hug apart. "So, where can I put my stuff?" I ask, glaring both of the boys.
"That suitcase means that you're staying?" I can feel happiness in Saul's words. It feels good hearing his tone of voice. I nod in reply and his smile grows bigger.
"We don't have a room just for you, but you can sleep in mine." William hopefully proposes.
"Or in mine, if you prefer." Saul winks. This is not a hard choice. I love you William, but not this time. Maybe next time, baby.
"Huh, hard choice" I lie. "Two handsome guys offering me their rooms." I make a thoughtful expression. "Hmm..." Tension. The two boys are changing glares between each other like this is a competition. "William, if you don't mind, I'll take Saul's room."
"Oh, no problem." I see hope fading away from Will. He probably thought that, since I had sex with him, I would sleep in his room. Baby boy, things aren't that easy.
"I'll take your suitcase to my room. Follow me." Saul says, grabbing my suitcase and I do as he said, leaving William alone in the hallway. We enter in a big room. It’s big but really simple. It has a bed with one nightstand in each side of it, a desk, a closet and a door that I suppose is a bathroom.
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Hayran KurguEffy is a British girl who lives in Portugal for about 17 years. One day, when she was working on the biggest record store of Lisbon, she meets two American guys who apparently are famous. A year later, one of them invites her to go to L.A. with hi...