Law of Attraction

T W E N T Y O N E

Becca's POV

All too soon our holiday is over. All seven of us are slumped in the corner of the airport, hungover to fuck and waiting for out flight to be called. Going heavy on our last night was a bad idea. Alex has already had to make several trips to the bathroom to be sick, James is curled up on the floor in the fetal position groaning every so often, and the rest of us are just kind of slung into a heap trying to keep our heads from exploding.

Before long we are all back on the plane that bought us on this wonderful adventure, back in the same seats from just a few days ago. As soon as we take off, everyone instantly falls asleep, so I just sit there and contemplate the holiday.

It was the most amazing trip. I have never laughed, cried and drank so much in my entire life. I almost wish that we could all live together permanently. I know we all live in the same apartment block, but spending all of our time together has been incredible. I feel like I don't need anyone else in the world when I have these lads.

But soon we will be back in London, back to our busy lives. Me and Will in our little castle, and the other boys in their respective apartments. It is going to be too quiet. And I really don't think I am ready for that.

Usually after a holiday I can't wait to get back to normality. But normality is going to be fucking boring.

***

'Welcome home babe' Will whispers, pushing the door to apartment open. He struggles with the bags into the hall, dumping them as soon as he could. It was late, and we were tired. 'Lets just go to bed and worry about this tomorrow.'

We kick off our shoes and pull off our clothes, falling into bed in double time. I snuggle into Will's chest, breathing in his scent. I love this boy.

'Back to normality tomorrow' I sigh, rubbing circles on his chest with my index finger.

'Back to normality' Will replied, pausing. 'But I have you all to myself again, so it isn't all bad' he chucked lightly.

'If you say so' I giggle, settling down to sleep. The holiday sure had sapped all of my energy and I could sleep for a week.

***

By lunch time the following day, we had unpacked, got through all of the laundry, and got back to work. Will was filming and editing in his office, whilst I was working on a report to forward to a barrister I was instructing on a case. I spent a few hours Skyping and calling clients, catching up on emails and filling out paper work. Boring to most, but heaven to me.

Once I had finished up on yet another call with a client I ordered lunch for myself and Will on Deliveroo, and went to see how Will was getting on.

'Another hour and this video will be ready to go up tonight' Will said as soon as I poked my head around the door. 'Then Alex is going to pop up and record a video for the second channel, but I can edit that tomorrow' he added.

'Sounds good, I have mostly caught up. Just a few more emails to work through and a few phone calls to make' I say. We don't even need to ask questions anymore, we know what each other wants to know. 'I have ordered lunch, it won't be long' I add as I head for the stairs.

I go down to the kitchen and make coffee's before having a quick tidy up. The food soon arrives, and me and Will sit at the kitchen island stuffing out faces and getting our caffeine fixes. We drink a lot of caffeine in this flat.

'MISSED ME?' Suddenly Alex shouts from the now open front door. I jump out of my skin, practically falling off of my stool.

'You little fucking shit!' I shout back, trying to get my heart rate back under control.

'WHAT ABOUT ME?' The voice of James yells from somewhere in the hall. Fuck sake.

'You two really know how to shit me up, you know that?' I shout back. 'James what are you doing here? I thought it was just Alex filming with Will?' I ask as they appear in the doorway.

'It's you I'm here to see actually,' James says looking sheepish. 'Work stuff.'

'Oh okay? Let me make us coffee's and we can go to my office' I say, confused. What could James need help from me for?

***

'So what's up James?' I ask as we both sink into the sofa in my office, coffees in hand.

James explains to me, in detail, the issues he is experiencing, whilst I just sit and listen. Another YouTuber is threatening him, some girl called Amelia that he had turned down when she had made advances. She was threatening to practically cry rape if she didn't get what she wanted.

'What the actual fuck?' I finally say when he is finished. 'She won't get away with this, and we will make damn sure of that!' I add, standing and walking over to my desk. 'I need your phone and laptop.'

Once James had given me both devices, he slipped off to the kitchen to get the drinks whilst I started pulling the information I needed from both devices and transferring it onto my desktop. By the time James was back, I was only a small way through. I usually work alone, so having someone with me was strange, but I didn't mind it.

James was evidently terrified. The consequences of what she were threatening were almost catastrophic for a YouTuber - especially when it was all lies.

Once I pulled what I needed, I handed both devices back to James. Picking up my mug, I turn to face him. 'Time for stage two.'

'So what exactly have you done? I didn't want to ask as you were so deep in concentration' James asks, taking a sip from his own mug.

'Pulled all of the messages. Every single message you two have ever exchanged. Texts, Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. Even if she were to try and 'expose' you online or go to the police, we have the evidence to shoot her straight down. However, we don't want it to get that far. That is where part two comes in' I reply, turning back to my screen and pulling up a word document.

Thirty minutes later a strongly worded letter had been written, printed, signed and in an envelope ready to wing its way straight to her. She would be an idiot to take it any further but we shall see.

'Just let me know what I owe you and I will transfer it straight over' James said, pulling me into a hug. 'Thank you so much, I know you probably had more important things to do.'

'James you owe me nothing, you are one of my best friends!' I scold, squeezing him tighter. 'Nothing is more important than defending a friend. What is the point in being a solicitor if I can't help those closest to me?' I ask as we pull apart.

'I really owe you Bex, thank you.'