His O.D. // The 1975 Fan Fiction

6: Alley

Jess' POV

The next few days were unremarkable, to say the least. Rach spent her days exploring the city, Tess and Mel shopped for a lot of it, and I just occupied myself with my phone. It was utterly boring.

By our fifth day in Manchester, I had gotten too restless for my own good. I needed change – it was in my DNA to need change. My mother had left my father and I just after I was born. Growing up, Dad always told me Mum would be back one day.

18 years later and still nothing.

So yeah, I got bored and needed something new. Doing a quick Google search, I found a hair salon that was just down the road. I rang the number from the website, made an appointment for 2 hours time, and started getting ready. I took a quick shower and chose my outfit according to the weather.

Oh would you look at that? It was cold.

Again.

Fucking England.

I grabbed a long, black, plain t shirt, and paired it with some blue jeans with rips in the knees. Checking the time, and realising I had ten minutes to get ready, I swore loudly and ran back into the bathroom. Putting on a light amount of makeup and leaving my hair down, I hurriedly slipped my feet into my black Nike Roshes and began the half an hour walk to the salon.

Upon arrival, I was asked by the stylist how I wanted my hair to be modified.

'Ombre please. Any colour. My hair is in your hands,' I said. My stylist looked at me for a moment, smiled, and got straight to work.

After a few hours, I had black to grey ombred hair. I loved it.

I payed and left the salon, taking a new route via the direction of my phone. I had several missed calls from Rach, all of which I assumed involved the question 'where are you?'. I ignored it.

In order to get back to the hotel using a different route to the one I got to the salon in, I had to go down a side street. Being in a new country, I was a little sceptical. There was no one around (most people had work at 3pm, I assumed), so I had pretty much no reason to be scared.... I guess.

Having my earphones in helped. I could barely hear anything, and most of my thoughts were being dragged from my brain as I slowly got lost in The Amity Affliction's 'Let The Ocean Take Me' album. I turned into the oh-so-terrifying side street, and saw a man leaning against the brick wall. He looked fairly young, and was covered in tattoos. Just my type. I smiled to myself.

Walking past him, I swung my hips slightly, seeing if I could get any attention from the man who was staring down at his phone, smoking a joint. As I walked past, I heard a wolf whistle come from the man.

I turned and smiled. He smiled back, beckoning me with his index finger.

'Hey.' I said, using a slightly more seductive voice than I usually would speak in.

'Hello,' he said, and I instantly noticed his adorable English accent. It was totally hot. 'What's your name?'

'I'm Jess. What's your name?' I noticed he was looking me up and down, and I felt fucking hot. Even though my outfit wasn't that great.

'Damien,' he smirked, looking into my eyes. I stared back into his, noticing his piercing green eyes that complimented his brown messy hair.

He took a drag from his joint, and I asked, 'what are you smoking?' whilst smirking.

'Just a joint,' he said. I looked at his all black clothes, bringing out the colour in his tattoos which were up and down his arms.

'Hmmm,' I murmured, leaning a bit closer to him. His eyes lit up a little as he took notice of the close proximity of our bodies.

'I could hook you up if you'd like?' he breathes. I know I've got him now.

'Maybe,' I smirked yet again. Damn I was flirtatious.

He smirks, and pulls out a pen and a small scrap of paper from his pocket. 'Here's my number, hit me up if you need anything.'

I take the paper and smirk back, 'Oh I will, don't you worry.'

'Bye then,' he smiles, leaning in. Going for the kiss already? Oh hell no.

I push my cheek forward and his lips connect with it. I laugh quietly to myself. Stay mean, keep 'em keen. 'Bye.'

I walk the rest of the way to the hotel feeling giddy. I had just scored when I was barely trying. Time to get some sleep and, possibly, call Damien tomorrow.

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A/N

So yeah The 1975 will come into this soon, I just gotta build it up. I hope you're enjoying it so far away.

Also, I tried to upload a picture on the side or on the top or whatever of what Jess' gets done to her hair at the salon. I dont know if it worked or not, so if you could let me know if it did or didnt that would be great. Thanks x

Much love,

Jess.