Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes groggily to a blinding headache and scanned my surroundings, nearly panicking.

Where was I?

Then I remembered. I could feel his arm draped over me, and his warm body pressing against mine. I tried to stifle a smile, but my lips curled up in a smile anyways. I didn't want to move and wake him but the back of my brain began to register that I still had a job to do. I needed to find Louis and I couldn't let Tommo get in the way of that.

I slowly began to move my legs, inch by inch, untangling them from his. I shifted my body, trying to move his arm from over me.

Then I felt his arm move of it's own accord, shifting back over me, and the heat of him moved back away from me, making goose bumps instantly appear on my arms. I wanted to pull him back towards me but instead I rolled myself out of the bed and away from him, saying nothing and not turning to look at him.

Truthfully I didn't want to know whether or not he was awake. I didn't know what I would say if he was.

A rough hungover voice cut through my thoughts, "morning love."

I crossed my arms over my chest, blinking my eyes slowly and running my hands through my tangled hair before turning to face him.

"Morning." I respond, my voice coming out tougher than I intended, " I need to go."

He nods, saying nothing, as I pick up my undergarments off the floor and leaving his bedroom and heading towards the door where he had dropped my dress.

" The bathroom is that way." A rough accent announced from behind me.

I jumped. How did he keep managing to sneak up on me? I had the senses of a fox and yet this was the third time in twenty four hours that he had surprised me.

I turn to face him in my undergarments, to find he was staring at me in a hoodie and track pants. The hoodie was too big for him and pulled down so that only his fingers stuck out of the sleeves, giving him sweater paws. It was adorable.

I turned away from him to the bathroom where he had pointed. It was luxurious, with a large bathtub in one side of the room and a shower on another, a large mirror over the modern style vanity. Everything but the bathtub was done in the black and green style he seemed to like. I wondered what he did for a living, it seemed like he had a fair amount of money.

I dressed quickly, my hangover making it difficult to think. I needed to make a plan for the day. I needed to make some progress at least. I had done nothing but fool around since I had arrived. I had my only family and friends, plus several hundred other gang members relying on me and I was hooking up with the first person I'd spoken to.

When I left the bathroom, Tommo wasn't in sight, I could hear him making noise from his bedroom and I didn't feel like making an awkward goodbye, so I slipped on my heels and left. I opened the door and arrived in a hallway, before realizing something: I had no memory of getting up to his apartment.

I remembered him asking me, and I remembered agreeing, but I had no idea where I was.

I took a deep breath, I knew not to panic. I was a gangster for fuck's sake.

I decided to look for an elevator. If I was in an apartment building, an elevator could take me down to the lobby, or at least the ground floor, and I could find a way out.

I looked right, then left, deciding to head right, and set off down the hallway. It was a straight shot, and it wasn't long before I found an elevator.

My chest flooded with relief as I hit the button. There was no top arrow so I guessed he lived on the top floor. I stepped in the elevator and my eyes widened in shock when I saw there were 50 buttons, and the top one was lit up. He lived on the 50th floor.

I trailed my hand down the buttons, trying to find one that read lobby, but there was none. Instead, the bottom button read "club floor." I frowned and clicked it. Did he live over a club?

Then something dawned on me. Did he live over THE club?

I smacked myself internally, he might have known Louis and I just let him slip through my fingers. I had already messed up here, I needed to press my advantage and Tommo might just be the key to that if it was in fact the same club.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened to the exact same club I had seen the night before, proving my theory correct.

Only now it was empty, squeaky clean, and lit up with white lights instead of the red and green lights of the night before, and I noticed something. All the furniture and decor in the club was done in the exact same green and black design as Tommo's apartment. Was the whole giant building done in the same design?

The club was silent and my heels made a surprising amount of noise as I clopped towards the exit and out into the open air.

It was a crisp morning, and the cold did wonders for my head. I walked out towards the street and waved my hand, signaling the first taxi I saw.

As I stepped into the taxi, I took one last look up at the giant building. It was so tall it nearly disappeared into the low London clouds, but I nearly gasped in shock when I saw the faint outline of someone standing at the edge of the 50 story building up in the sky. My hyper sensitive eyes focused on the figure, I would have thought they were suicidal but the outline of the over sized hoodie made me second guess myself.

Was that Tommo?