Pimentel Princess #wattys2018

Chapter 1 | The call

I always hated parties. The loud music, the drunk lovers. I wasn't even socially awkward, I just hated parties.

"Atleast you bothered to wear the right clothes this time, Laila." Christian slurred as he held a red cup with something that sure as hell wasn't lemonade.

"Remember last time when you wore the turkey suit when it was a formal party!" Chuckled Christian with his hands doing some weird dance inorder to entertain the rest of our colleagues.

I guess it was a little funny, everyone remembered me since then. But it was very embarrassing.

I feel blood rush to my cheeks, as I start to sweat and feel uncomfortable. The music was booming in my head and I had a weird feeling floating in my stomach as if something bad was going to happen. Of course it was, I'm at a party!

"Lails, I was joking, no need to blush like a lobster." Christian says with an arm around my neck.

Luckily phone vibrates in my pocket, crying for attention, saving me from an awkward situation.

It's from Christopher. Oh no. He's supposed to be at home. Did I leave my straighteners on? Shit!

I imagine all the possible scenarios as to why he'd phone. He knew I was at this party.

I swipe to answer hesitantly and wait to hear his voice. "Lails- I'm-" he stutters.
"Chris talk! What's up baby?" My heart was racing.

"Laila... some guys-" he gulps so hard you can hear him, he's out of breath and each gasp sound like he's seconds away from death.

"Lails, some guys are chasing me. I'm so scared, I'm hiding behind some wooden barrels but I know they'll find me. I'm sorry if I can't make it. Just know-" he pauses.

"I love you an-" the sound of a gun cuts off Chris. "No no Chris. Talk!" I slap the phone for an answer but no response.

My tears flow like rivers. I don't want to stop them. I can't. My heart sinks, and I want my tears to drown me and take me to Chris. But I have to save him. He's petrified and alone. Who knows what creeps lurk in the shadows?

But where could he... snapmap!

I mentally thank God for the invention of snapmap and open up my snapchat. I look for Chris. Where was he?!

River-cross Alley

I run to the car, my hands shaking violently as I fumble to find the car key and ignite the engine as fast as I could.

The tyre screeching as I skid away from the party and straight to the alley way. This was the first time I didn't put on music as all I could hear was Chris' proposal last night, replaying in my mind.

It wasn't too fancy, but it meant a lot. It was at my favourite place in the world.
The Harry Potter World.

He held out a silver ring with a pink square diamond in a royal blue box out on one knee, at platform 9 and 3/4. His hair gelled back wearing the same grey hood I'd brought on his birthday. His big grin reaches his ears as he awaits my reaction.

He said "I solemnly swear Laila Sanchez I am up to no good. I don't know what I'm doing but will you marry me?" He says with a pleading look. His lip prodded out and his eyebrows knit.

"Wingardiam leviosa, I want you to stand because I'm saying yes!" And I bring him into the longest hug.

On our way home we did a duet to one last time.
But what if Ari is right?
What if it really is, one last time?