Wren's P. O. V.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. My heartbeat quickened.
"David thought it'd be better if I flew instead of riding the bus. It was last minute," he said with a smile.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Does he not remember that just a few hours earlier he gave me a panic attack?
"Because I get to spend the whole flight with you," he smirked.
"Garrett don't start. I'm dating Jack and I love him. And I'd rather you not flirt with me or touch me at all. So I'll put my headphones on, and we'll ignore each other the whole flight okay?" I asked rhetorically.
"I'm just trying to be nice," he said.
"Maybe a bit too nice," I told him. I turned my body so I was facing away from him and put my headphones on. I put my playlist on and looked out the window trying to forget about the person sitting next to me.
What he did to me was such a small thing, it shouldn't have mattered. But for some reason it greatly affected me. My heart beat was going crazy and it was hard to control my breathing anytime we looked at each other. Not a 'he took my breath away' kind of look. More like a scared to death look.
"Wren?" He tapped my shoulder, making me jump.
"What?" I snapped.
"Why did you freak out earlier?" He asked. His voice was soft, like he actually cared.
"Just something from my past that messed me up pretty bad," I said quietly.
"But Jack held you in the same way I did."
"I love Jack. The safest place I've ever been was in his arms." I thought back to yesterday when I was in Jack's arms. He always made me feel so much better. Just by feeling his arms around me calmed me down.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about what I did. I never meant to hurt you or anything. I just thought maybe I could mess around with you, but... Yeah. I'm sorry."
"I have a boyfriend. You shouldn't try to mess around with anyone with a boyfriend. Especially someone that you're getting paid to work with."
"I know, I made mistakes. I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
"I know, I don't deserve your forgiveness."
"Garrett, you seem like a nice guy. Why do you act like such a fuckboy?" I asked him.
"I don't really know," he said shrugging his shoulders. "Nice guys finish last."
"Obviously not, Jack's a nice guy and I'm in love with him."
"Yeah, yeah. But you're not like most girls."
"So I've heard," I chuckled. He smiled softly.
I went back to listening to my music for the rest of the plane ride. Once we landed, Garrett offered to carry my bags to the cab that we were sharing.
"I've been here literally two seconds, and I already love London," I said staring out the window. It was dark, but the lights lit up the city.
We arrived at the beautiful hotel within minutes. Garrett and I walked in and got our rooms.
"Wanna come to mine?" He jokingly asked. I just glared at him as I unlocked my door and walked inside.
I set my bags down and plopped onto the bed. I texted Jack letting him know I had gotten into my hotel and a few minutes later he had called me.
