One Hell Of A Life

chapter forty five: into action.

Ebony POV:

"You'll be fine, Flo." I gripped the shoulders of my little sister. It was a little awkward, just because she's about five inches taller than me.
"I'll have to be!" She forced a chuckle; I could tell she was nervous. "Can't fuck this one up."
"Remember, though - when you're nicking his laptop or phone or whatever, nobody can see. Only me, you, and Emmy know about this. We can't make anything look suspicious to the boys." I reminded.
"Got it." Florence removed her seatbelt, and straightened her deep red coat - the shade exactly matching her pair of Doc Marten boots.

Her precision with certain things seemed to get out of hand sometimes. For example: if she was drinking, say, a Lucozade and the label on the bottle got ripped somehow, she wouldn't finish it. Weird, I know. She's got a thing for plug socket switches, too...

Florence POV:

"Wish me luck, then!" I provoked, opening the door of Ebony's car, giggling as I swung my legs out.
"GOOD LUCK!" My sister yelled, exaggerating ever so slightly. I stuck my tongue out her, and then rolled my eyes after shutting her door. I began walking away, tote bag slung over one shoulder, towards the lift that would take me to the floor of Cal, Cal and Harry's flat.

Finding the door, I knocked three times. Simon came and opened the door, whom I greeted with a look up and down, and then a grin.
"Hiya!" I took the bag from off my shoulder, and followed him in when he opened the door wider.
"Hi - alright?" Simon returned.
"Decent. What about you?" I made direct eye contact. "How you getting on with everything?"
"It's okay. Don't worry about me." He nodded graciously.
"Sure. Well, you know where I am if–"

"FLORENCE!" My boyfriend screamed.
"JJ OLATUNJI, AH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, AH?" I yelled in his direction, hanging my coat on the back of one of the dining room chairs.
"That was a fucking good impression, Flo." Harry laughed.
"Innit!" Freezy agreed.

"Hey babe." JJ looked to me. I turned to him, knowing to expect a peck on the lips. Which I received.
"'Ello." I chuckled, grabbing the bottle opener that was on the coffee table, using it to crack open my first strawberry and lime Kopperberg.

The time was 8PM when I arrived. We had a Champions League football match on in the background of our talking, which didn't seem to stop for anything.

"How many bottles have you had?" Lux asked me.
"Only three." I told him, "And I'm a massive heavyweight. I'm usually completely normal until the gin gets whipped out."
"You can't have vodka, can you?" JJ checked.
"Can't have vodka." I snapped my fingers. "Absolutely none of it."
"Not even WKD? Or Smirnoff Ice?" Harry looked up from his phone.
"Nope." I shook my head, "What's the score on the other matches?"
"Uhhh... Barca 3-0 Man U... Liverpool are beating Porto 4-1..."
"Whoop, whoop!" Freezy shouted.
"And it's Ajax 2, Juventus 1." Harry finished.

"Ajax are doing so well, man." JJ commented.
"Oh, God; I know." I agreed.
"Haven't they just knocked Real Madrid out as well?" Simon needed a reminder.
"Yeah." Harry nodded.
"What?" Callux perked up. "They went into the second leg leading 2-1, though!"
"I'd put money on them to win." I stated.
"What; the match?" JJ asked.
"The Champions League." I clarified, "They're on a fucking roll. Reckon Liverpool will get to the final and bottle that one again." I proved Freezy.
"We won't!" He tried to convince us.
"Yeah, right." Simon rolled his eyes.

Before we knew it, all matches had finished, the time was well past 11 o'clock, and the conversation had turned into something else, something else, and something else. But I still needed to get hold of a device of Cal's.

So I took my chance while everyone was quieting down.

"Where's the loo?" I asked, seemingly abruptly.
"You can use mine..." Freezy almost grunted, pushing on the arms of the chair to get himself to a stand, "I'll show you."
"Okay, thanks." I smiled gratefully, grabbing my bag. We exited the room, and I followed him down a short corridor, at the end of which he opened a door, leading to his bedroom. It had a bathroom inside, again which he opened the door to, wafting me inside.