They Don't Know About Us (Sequel to Teenage Dirtbag)

Chapter 27

does anyone know if the boys are staying at the Trump Hotel in NYC while they're there? I live in New Jersey and my dad works at this pharmacy across Central Park, and the pharmacy is legit right next to the hotel the boys are supposedly staying at. So I'm hoping to go with my dad to work and possibly get a chance at seeing the boys. omgomgomg i'm crossing my fingers because meeting the boys or simply having just 5 seconds with them will make everything worthwhile and i'll never complain about anything in my life.

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Elena’s POV:

            Our laughter echoed throughout the restaraunt as we ate and talked, catching up on things since I haven’t seen them in two years. Candice and Becca were the same girls, and apparently both attended Uni together. When I saw them, I tackled them in a hug and they didn’t seem to mind. So now we were sitting at McDonald’s as we ate some junk.

            “Seriously though,” Becca chuckles. “It’s unbelievable that you two are back together. But you two are perfect.”

            I blushed, sipping my Pepsi. “Honestly, when I moved to Los Angeles, I didn’t think I’d see him again.”

            “But here you are,” Candice smirked, biting into her French fry. “Where is he now?”

            “At his mum’s place,” I reply. “He needs family time and I need friends time.”

            “Hell yeah, you do,” Becca says. “We haven’t seen you in two freaking years. That isn’t okay.”

            I chuckled. “Well, you guys should come to LA once in a while,” I reply. “Melody misses you guys a lot.”

            “We miss her too,” Candice smiles. “How are the boys?”

            “They’re good,” I say. “Touring the world.”

            They laugh. We all stay for a couple of more hours as we talk like old times, until it’s time for us to leave. The two of them promise that we’ll hang out again soon, and I then walk back to Harry’s place since it wasn’t too far from here.

            I wrapped my coat around my body tightly as I walked in the somewhat chilly Cheshire air, smiling as I looked at the familiar town. Just when I turned to the street of Harry’s neighborhood, I felt someone walking behind me. Panicking, I picked up my pace and walked faster, only to realize the person behind me was walking at my pace too.

            I then turned around, and my eyes widened. “What the hell?”

            “Ah, so it is you,” he smirked, stopping.

            I glared. “James, what the hell do you want?” I ask. He was the one person I prayed to never see again, but I guess God isn’t on my side on this one.