⍅Chapter Three⍆ 'Oh, What A Quincidence'

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~Hopefully this one won't be as shit as the last one~

~Georgia P.O.V~

Uhh my am I the only responsible one in our group? Like c'mon! Forgetting to book a hotel was just, UHHHHH!

"Guys! Why am I the only res-" I started but Tyson put his hand over my mouth,

"Don't ever use the R word again"

"Ok! Sheesh! I was only going to say that I'm-"

He glares at me.

"Ok, I'm go for a walk" I say as I get up.

I walk to the elevator, I press the ground floor,

Nice hotel, not to shabby. It's out of the way, and not many people walk by. Great for popular people to hide out.

I pull out my phone, I look for the nearest café,

"Conol St Café, eh?" I mumble as I follow the map.

I walk down the street scanning my surroundings for anything suspicious,

Nothing so far.

I arrive at the café and take a seat,

I order a coffee and a scone, the coffee is ordinary.

"How can Ali drink this stuff? It's disgusting and biter!" I wine as I chug it down.

I'm just about to leave when I spot a group of young men at a separate table,

7 to be exact.

They are really LOUD!

They are all smiling, except a blonde one who keeps looking down at his phone like every 5 seconds.

Interesting...

I turn my ears to hear what there talking about,

"It was epic!" One yelled,

"Um... I'm going to the bathroom" the blonde said as he stood up,

"Hey Simon?" A brown haired one asks

"Yeah" simon? Asks

"Are you ok?" His friend asks,

"Josh, I'm fine" Simon smiles as he walks away off to the bathroom.

He walked past my table, he gave me eye contact.

His eyes where so grey, I knew they were once blue,

"I guess it happens to girls they get colder and bluer while a guys get grayer  and lose their colour" I mumble to myself thinking of Ali.

He seems interesting...

I get up and follow him to the back of the café where the restroom are,

I wait beside the door, it takes about 5 minutes and he is out.

He walks past me still looking on his phone,

That's when I decide to strike.

"Excuse me" I say as I grab his arm,

His turns around to me.

"Fan?" He asks

"Fan?" I asks confuse,

"Never mind" he says before trying to walk off, but I have a firm grip.

"I'm sorry, it's just you seem troubled by something and I want to help you" I plead,

He gets another text, then he says

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