The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Boy and The Forgotten Night

A/N: sorry this is quite a short chapter, but next one will be longer I promise!

Elizabeth Baker's POV:

I wake up feeling a warmth wrapped around my torso. Hands tangled together at my front as I'm lying on my side, a soft breathe on the back of my neck. I have no idea where I am. I've forgotten, I can't remember...why is there something around me? Is it him? Was all of this American house and school just a dream? Have I woken up back there? No. No I can't be...

My neck is covered in goosebumps and I shove against the strong arms wrapped around me, I hear a low grunt. No it can't be him, it can't be. Get away! I slam onto the cold floor, shudders running through me as I attempt to catch my breath. My eyes begin to sting against tears, my hands are clammy. I scramble across the floor to the corner of whatever room I'm in, where am I? I can't remember...

Wrapping my arms around my knees and huddling them close to my chest I heave out a sob of confusion and despair.

"Elizabeth!" A vague voice calls my name.

"Elizabeth!" There it is again, that unclear voice.

"Elizabeth, look at me, come on look at me! Breathe!" A blur of noise as a rough hand with a soft touch tips my chin upwards.

"Elizabeth? Are you okay?" He calls again. It's a He...but it's not Him. I trail my eyes up as they focus through the tears. Suddenly everything becomes clear.

"Zach?" I mumble quietly, praying for a yes.

"Hey, yeah! Hey. Yeah it's me, are you okay? What happened?" Concern floods his eyes, I've seen that look before.

"Nothing, Nothing I'm fine." I wipe my cheeks viciously as I sit up. I remember now, we were watching films last night and must have fallen asleep. That's all. Everything's fine. I'm fine.

"Liz. I know, uh, I know I said I wouldn't push it but-"

"Zach please. Look, I'll tell you soon okay. Just. Not now, you um have to go." Shit! Dylan is coming today to rehearse and I'm pacing around my living room crying. I glance at the clock to see he's going to be here in 10 minutes.

"What? Why?" He asks as I start shepherding him to the door.

"I have a rehearsal, please Zach you have to go!" I shove his chest hard as he looks confused and I must say a little sad. No time for concern Liz! Rehearsal, very professional rehearsal with a very professional Dylan. We'll talk to him later Jesus Christ Elizabeth!

"Okay. Well I'll, uh, I'll just be next door..." he mumbles as he hops down my stairs to his house. As he does this I see a large red car pull up by my house, a dark haired young man steps out and grins gleefully at me. He's early...

I wave back as he skips towards me, embracing me in a hug.

"Hey! Elizabeth how are you?" He asks as I just try to back away from the hug. Still needing space.

"Hey! Yeah I'm good! Yourself?" I wipe my cheek once more, knowing my eyes are puffy.

"Great yeah! Sorry I'm a little early! Wait...Liz are you okay? Your eyes..."

"Are puffy, yes I know I-" I begin to explain some excuse.

"I saw the boy leave your house, having boyfriend troubles? Did you argue? Oh my god did you break up?" He asks me, my hands clasped in his own.

"No, no he's not my boyfriend. I don't really date. But uh, yeah we had a little argument, he's a very close friend." I lie about arguing with him because I know Dylan will move on, I haven't really known him too long, but since we met we got on like a house on fire. He's hilarious, smart, into the same things as me and not to mention a really good and kind person.

"Liz, really close friend, who is male in your book means boyfriend or boyfriend to be. Or it's me, and seeing as this close friend isn't me I'm going to assume there's a boyfriend bubbling and brewing there." He says as I lead him into the kitchen.

"No, he isn't. Even if I liked him, there would be no bubbling nor brewing. He's the player of the school, well he's the new one at least." I mumble as I pour myself a cup of coffee. Offering him one, he shakes his head. Clearly mum got here very late and had to leave very early again, clearly didn't notice me and Zach. Or if she did, just let it be.

"Elizabeth! Don't you lie to me, a player does not look that depressed when walking away from a girl! You and I both know this from Kevin!" He exclaims as I sip my coffee. Kevin is his ex boyfriend, who was and still is a player. A new boyfriend or girlfriend every week, breaks every genders heart. Tends to get his perfect nose broken in return though.

"You make a point, but anyway I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Sorry I'm not dressed, I literally woke up as you came and haven't had time. If I run upstairs and pop on some more warm clothes I can bring the dog in and we can go practise outside? I set the speakers up a couple of days ago out there already." He returns a mere nod as I sprint up the stairs to pop on some leggings and a hoodie. Trainers and fluffy socks is an interesting combination but it will have to do.

Running downstairs with my phone in hand, I tidy up the living room and pad outside, Dylan has coaxed Thomas inside and is sat on the grass grinning.

"Okay then Dylan, let us get started!" I shout triumphantly, glad for this distraction as I press play on the instrumental music and Dylan hops to his feet.