The next morning I woke up with a groan as the sun shone through the curtains that neither of us could be bothered to pull closed last night, I rolled over to check my phone and look at the time, 7:05?!!? Why am I up this early? I was scrolling through Instagram, part of my normal morning routine when I heard a louder groan than mine and laughed to see Macy shielding her face from the sun with her hands. We talked for a bit then I decided to get ready.
I tied the laces on my white converse and stood up from my bed, Macy walked out the bathroom wearing black skinny jeans, white crop top and pink bomber jacket with her hair naturally straight. Where as I was wearing light blue ripped boyfriend jeans, black crop top and green bomber jacket with my hair in lose curls, we didn't plan this. Honest. We took some selfies in the full length mirror then some selfies by the window for the good lighting, pouting, smiling and pulling some strange faces making us laugh.
The streets of London were so crowded and my thoughts were running wild about getting lost or losing Macy, she must of been thinking the same thing as she blurts out "who invited all the people today, didn't know it was a family gathering" with this I burst out laughing and people around gave us the dirtiest looks as our laughing reduced us to tears. We ran away from the place we were and stopped in a calmer area, Macy let me breathe knowing being in crowds would of got me worked up a bit. Before we made our way through the streets, sightseeing and spending our money in shops. We were walking back to our hotel, twenty shopping bags between us struggling to carry them all back. I wasn't looking where I was going, to engrossed in a band related conversation, when I bumped into someone, I felt myself falling backwards but was stopped as a firm hand gripped on my back. Once I stabled I looked up to apologise to the stranger and thank them for keeping me up, when my blue orbs met his melted chocolate eyes my heart fluttered and I was lost for words. He must of realised my embarrassment of not being able to speak and smiled and went to say something to me but before he could get a word out the crowds of London forced us apart. I looked behind to try and spot him but he was gone forever and I didn't even know his name. I sighed as Macy slung her arm around my shoulder "don't worry he was probably a fuck boy anyway". This made me giggle as we walked through the entrance of the hotel, stepping into the elevator, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I placed the bags in my left hand on the floor and grabbed my phone out.
text from Devil: hey, long time no see? ;)
I groaned and with this Macy grabbed my phone out of my grip and groaned aswell, before typing a text back then deleting the chat smirking at me whilst doing so. The elevator stopped and I picked my bags up of the floor and stomped into our hotel room and face planted my bed. "Macy, please tell me what you puttt" I whined like a five year old because I knew it would annoy her. "No I'm not telling you now I'm going for a shower"
