A I R P L A N E !

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{Time skip}

The curtain was left wide open, no light shown though it for it was night. The alarm clock next to me had the time 02:37 pasted in bold green numbers. All I could do was sit in the bed and stare into the closet. I go into my suitcase grabbing my phone and a charger. Plugging my phone in-- I wait, 1 minute goes to 2 then 3, the time seems slowed down when you have zero thoughts rotating in your mind.

Light at full brightness illuminates from the phone, causing me to squint. I noticed that my phone was last left on airplane mode, I turn it off. It takes less than 20 seconds before my phone gets bombarded with notifications from social media, to family.

I skip over my social and look at what my family had sent. Each one is asking "where are you" and "answer your phone." Copy and paste;

"I'm sorry I was unable to reach you for the past few days. As of recent I switch lifestyles and am no longer in New York. I am currently in the UK, do not ask questions on why"

I shut my phone off getting out of the bed, I step upon the plush carpet left beneath my feet. I walk into the hallway of the the apartment. I'm greeted with a figure frozen in place staring at me. The first words I could spit out were "Oh fuck"

"{Y/N} innit?" The person walks to me in a slump motion. He sticks a hand out "Names, Will" I grab his hand shaking it. When I let go I noticed he was holding a pudding cup. Will looked at his other hand. "You want one?" I nodded my head in a 'yes' motion.

He starts leading me to the kitchen fridge, grabbing another cup then handing it to me with a plastic spoon. "So what brings you to the UK?" I was confused for a bit, then realized George or Alex must've told him about me. I go on telling him the reason why Im..here.

He looks at me the same way Alex did, shock with a bit of sorrow. He puts the pudding down pulling me into a hug, when he pulls away he pinches both sides of my cheeks. "Sweet bean, I'm sorry that happened to you"

I laugh at the nickname he gave me. For the rest of the night we joked around both eating mass amounts of pudding. When we talked we seemed to click in humor and thoughts. There's a connection between us, not romantically, but something sweet.