My London Boy

02

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02 Published 05.31.2020

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"That person who enters your life out of nowhere and suddenly means the world to you..." -unknown

ELIAS

Hanging up the phone, I clench my jaw in anger.

I didn't want to leave her, especially in the state she seemed to be in, but I had to tend to my mate.

Shoving the phone inside my pocket, I stand up from the couch I was sitting on. Pushing my hair to the side, I walk towards Enzo who is waiting by the door. One of his hands is wrapped over the metal knob as he twists it open, revealing the loud music coming from downstairs.

Exiting the random room I was in, I shut the door behind me and follow Enzo as he leads me through an empty hallway.

A sophomore from the University of London dropped a party in his parent's home for all the upcoming freshman's that would be joining in a few days. I wasn't planning on going, but right after leaving that girl from the underground, I had gotten a message from Enzo that Francis was wasted.

Stopping beside a white door, Enzo turns to me.

"He's there, most likely puking his guts out or sleeping." Enzo grimaces at the idea of the reckless boy inside the room puking his guts out. Composing himself, he lets out a breath. "I have to leave you now, but do get him home, please."

"I will," I assure him. "You go ahead." With a pat on the back, I take his place by the door.

"Thank you." Enzo takes out his phone from the pocket of his trousers and glances at it. With one last look at the door he smiles at me and walks away.

Facing the door, I twist the cold knob underneath my hand and push it open, my eyes immediately searching for a boy with blond hair.

The lights were off making it hard to see, but in the moonlight's glow I catch sight of a figure.

There, with his back on the bed, is Francis.

Walking inside, I switch the lights on.

As my eyes come in contact with the sleeping figure on the bed, I walk forward. His eyes are close, a palm resting over his forehead, but I could see the sleepy look on his face.

I should just leave him here.

Letting out a sigh, I close the door behind me muting all noise coming from downstairs.

Walking towards him, I stand beside the bed. From this angle I can see the steady breathing of his chest as it rises calmly.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I shake it before letting go.

With a groan, Francis rolls to his side.

This little fucker.

Glaring at the back of his head, I shake him harder this time. "Francis!"

"Hm?" Turning to my side, he removes the hand over his eyes and squints at me. It takes him a few seconds to recognise me, but when he does, he sits up and flashes me a sleepy grin. "Gaa-" he cuts himself off as he winces at sound of his voice.

"My head hurts." He moans in pain and I roll my eyes.

"Of course it does you idiot, who told you to have a drinking contest." I scold him and he raises his index finger up.