chapter twelve
van
spending the past couple of days in south america has been somewhat of a forgetting type of experience. all we've done is go to bars and all i've done is get drunk and have random girls on my lap every once in awhile. if they're lucky, i take them back to my hotel room. forgetting about charotte is the only thing i've been trying to do, but it's nearly impossible.
as i stumble into the main room of the suite at our hotel, hungover, i groan as i see all the lads sitting out in the living space watching tv. i sigh and make my way to the kitchen, getting some tylenol, swallowing it down dry. bondy comes over to the kitchen, getting a beer from the fridge and blatantly ignoring me, obviously, as i just stare at him.
"so you love her, huh?" i say loud enough for him to hear, but not that loud for the others to hear from the living area.
he freezes, furrowing his eyebrows as he slowly turns to look at me. "what?"
"i overheard you and the lads talking the other day. is it true, bondy?" i say with a blank expression on my face, clenching my fists together.
"van, i think it's best we just don't bring that subject up at all." bondy grimaces, sighing as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"just wondering." i mumble, rolling my eyes and walking out of the kitchen and into one of the rooms.
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charlotte
"are you sure you want to go to work already?" nina asks as i'm putting my makeup on for the first time in a couple of weeks.
"yes, nina. i-i'm fine, really." i assure her, giving her a small smile as i walk past her and into the living area to grab my purse and keys.
"okay, well.. i'll see you later. we're going out for drinks, alright?" she asks and i nod.
i nod, giving her a tight smile and then head out of the flat.
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getting back to work felt weird, but it was a sense of normalcy i really needed. everyone welcomed me back easily and i was really appreciative. once i'm done, i get changed and head to the bar where i'm meeting everybody for drinks.
"charlotte! so nice to see you!" my friend morgan boasts, pulling me into a tight hug.
"hey morgan." i give her a slight smile after we hug.
"how's van?"
she doesn't know?
"um, we kinda broke up." i say, looking at the floor as i feel her curious eyes on me.
"oh my God, i didn't know! i'm so sorry, what happened if you don't mind me asking?" she asks and i give her a small smile.
"no, it's okay. and it's a really long story, honestly it was a real big mess." i say, waving her off and she nods, not saying anything else before we walk over to the rest of our group.
thirty minutes in and a few beers later, i'm already buzzed. laughing with my friends felt good and i was actually having a great time.
"charlotte?" someone taps me on the shoulder and i turn to see joe from the bar in the states in front of me.
"joe!" i slur, pulling him into a hug and giggling hysterically.
"how much have you had to drink, love?" he asks after i give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"three maybe five beers.. i feel great!" i slur, leaning against him a little too much.
"can i get you home? don't want anything to happen to ya." he says, and i drunkenly collapse into his arms.
"sure.. i don't remember exactly where i'm staying at..." i ramble off into his ear, clinging onto him.
"i'll just take you to mine, yeah?" he says and i nod, even though i'm too drunk to register what he said.
the last thing i remember before passing out is joe helping me into his car.
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van
another night of a concert and drinking with the lads in some foreign country, i collapse onto the hotel bed with my phone in hand. right as i'm about to plug it in for the night, i get a phone call from joe, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"hello?" i speak into the phone, rubbing my eyes after i turn back on the light.
"mate, where ya at?" he rushes into the phone and i quirk an eyebrow at how worried he sounds.
"i'm in australia lad, why are you calling me?" i ask, even more confused.
"it's charlotte. she's in a bad situation, van." he says and it causes me to immediately sit up, despite how pissed i am at her, i'm instantly worried as hell.
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back to your love; van mccann
Fiksi Penggemarshe's all i ever think about, take me back. {loosely based on back to your love by night riots}