III Chapter 3: I'm gonna miss waking up to your stupid face

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As I hailed a cab, the wind blew my hair away. I instantly remembered to call him. I took my phone out of my bag within 5 seconds and dialed 1. He was on speed dial. 

After 2 rings, he picked up.

"Hey love" he says in a sexy, raspy, sleepy voice. I just notice how late it is their.

"I'm so sorry honey, I didn't notice how late it was!"

"It's alright honey, I'd wake up at any time for you. Anyways, how was your flight?"

"It was good actually, I just got out of baggage claim. When do you leave for Cali?"

"In a couple of hours" He replies and I hear the sadness in his voice

"Hey baby listen to me. It's only 2 months until I come back okay? I know you'll be busy with your family, and I'll be busy with mine but we can make this work. We're so strong baby, you don't know how much you mean to me. I just want you to know how much I love you. I wish I could come with you I'm gonna miss waking up to your stupid face in the morning and how much you make me laugh and how insanely uncouple like we are but we still have our sensitive 'I love you' side. I'm really gonna miss your stupid face."

"Jee thanks, now I know how you feel about my face" he lightly laughs

"But I just want you to know that I love you too and that I know we'll make this work"

Don't I have the most amazing man. Ever. He's so sweet and understanding and so lovable

"Aww I love you too baby, I have to go now, my cabs here"

"Alright, Bye! I love you more " he says trying to sound happy for my sake. I hung up and climbed into the cab while the driver loaded my luggage onto the trunk. 

I sit in the familiar English cabs and admire the streets I have longed. Childhood memories flood back as a smile permanently plasters a smile it self to my face and I remember the crazy shit I did on these same exact roads. My phone beeps and I find a message from Neymar. I misses that crazy doosh bag

Neymar: Taking of in a bit! Where you at?

Emma: Just landed, on my way home. I'll come pick you up tomorrow night

Neymar: Nahh dude, It's okay. I don't want you to be in paparazzi. I'll be fine. You'll see me at the party after tomorrow anyways. 

Emma: You're right, i'll see you in 2 days, can't wait!!!

Neymar: Yeah me too! I'm taking off in a bit. Can't wait to see you all sophisticated and shit ;)


I lift my head from my screen to see a familiar street. The street where I learned to ride a bike on. a street where I ran way to many times to make it to my curfew on time. A street where I had my first kiss. A street where me and my crew chilled.And on that same street stood my parents outside my childhood home waiting to see their daughter. I run out of the black cab and into my parents welcoming arms. The wind hits me. Only London gets cold in the Summer. I'm home baby.

"Eyy woman, you want your bag or not" screams the rude ass cab driver

"What do you think?" I yell back at him just as rude

"I'd rather keep that in my head" he says with a look in his eyes. My dad glares at him and gets my luggage. I run to help him but he doesn't let me carry anything but my handbag. 

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I haven't updated in a while :( Im sorry. Im so stressed with school. Ive been trying to write for so long but nothing came. It finally did. I have a test tomorrow so I couldn't do the double update I planned. Check your notifications tomorrow ;)

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