Greece One Shots

...stays in Vegas?

A/N: I'm so mad; I was looking forward to posting this chapter so much but I can't publish chapters off my phone and my iPod stopped working and so there was no way to publish it omg but it's working again (for now) so here it is!! There's a flashback to the previous part in italics at the beginning :) enjoy x

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(Reece's POV)

"What's the time? Surely we didn't sleep in that late that Blake is up before us." I said as I reached for my phone. "Oh shit."

"What?" He asked, his tired voice turning me on slightly.

"We have to be at the airport in an hour."

"Oh fuck."

"Can you even hear me?" Blake called out again since we didn't respond last time.

"Uh, yeah..." I started, my voice a little shaky. "We're not quite ready yet. Why don't you go down to the lobby and order us some breakfast? We'll be down in 10."

There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke up. "Fine. But hurry up you two."

I sighed in relief and saw George relax beside me.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower." George said before rushing off to the bathroom.

I stood up quickly too, starting pack the clothes we'd managed to spread over the floor last night. I finished packing everything up as George stepped out of the bathroom. He was in just a towel sitting low on his hips like last night but I chose to ignore it and rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. I brought clothes with me this time to avoid any possible.. awkward... encounters. Once I was out, neither of us had time to properly dry our hair and rushed to the door to leave. Just as I reached for the handle, George stopped me.

"Wait," he pushed on my shoulder so I was facing him.

"What?" I said a little breathless from all the running around.

"Your neck... I may have left a mark." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

At first I was a little surprised he brought it up. I assumed we were both gonna pretend like it never happened, though I suppose he didn't really have much choice in telling me.

"Put a bandaid on and say it was a mosquito bite." He instructed.

"Smart." I said as I opened my bag to find a bandaid. "Either that or experienced." I mumbled, though he still heard me.

"Unfortunately just smart."

I may have cackled a little at that.

"All done, let's go."

We jogged downstairs for breakfast with Blake.

"About time you two." Blake rolled his eyes as we approached.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I mumbled, sitting down at a table.

"You're puffing." He raised an eyebrow. "Did you run?"

"What? No. I just... Yeah, I ran." I admitted.