Dolan

Chapter 28: Familiar feeling

Izzy's POV:

I woke up in a daze which soon turned into a rush.

Throwing the closest T-shirt on I stumbled down the marble stair case.

The house was chaos.

Last minute set ups on the the lights and Dj sets along with the velvet lined exclusive VIP booths.
I dodged large unnecessary pieces of equipment being hauled by scarily tall and muscular men.

"Yeah bro of course. C'mon dude you know me better than that. What is a house party without some hot available ladies," I heard Hayes laugh into the phone.

I literally gagged at that sentence. However I found this kind of boy talk vey entertaining so I decided to eavesdrop.

"Oh yeah, I have got someone I would like you to meet. I think you would take a particular liking to her,"

Hayes craned his neck swiftly, which made me then realise how heavy my footsteps were. I ducked behind a pillar and then dropped on all fours crawling on the floor and backing up against the wall of which the main area extends into an open "ball room". You know like one of those extravagant and useless big empty rooms used for parties with tall ceilings that look like it costs like billions of dollars? Yeah on of those.

"If you know what I mean. Dude she is smoking, uhhh... yeah, I would say so. I know I was hesitant but she has just got out of a rocky relationship so at least be subtle about it. Alright well I got to go sign for some packages but I'll catch you later tonight? Alright, see you Justin,"

I slapped my hands over my face. I forgot about the deal. He promised me JUSTIN BIEBER!!?!?!? And I promised him a Victorias Secret Angel. I ran quickly back to my room and scrambled for the phone and dialled one of my close VS friends in LA.

"Hi, yeah Stacey could you come a bit earlier there is someone I would like to introduce you to. Thank you so much, you will love him," I sighed with relief and dropped on my bed running my hands through my hair in anticipation.

The whole mid-day was a mad rush. I got Hayes and Stacey to converse and they hit it off straight away. I I had just finished being styled and was currently sat in the makeup chair, my face being poked and prodded with tools.

I couldn't help but feel this unfamiliar rush of excitement, anticipation, uneasiness and nerves shoot through my body. My heart rate was increasingly rising and I was just happy. These feelings becoming more familiar. I had only ever felt them once, I felt it with...him.

Grayson's POV:

I woke up in a daze which soon turned into a rush.

Throwing the closest T-shirt on I stumbled down my wooden stair case.

I had overslept and my flight was scheduled in two hours. I rushed to get ready and jumped in my car, with nothing but a backpack on the back seat, my heart on my sleeve, and my life on the line.

I shifted the car into to gear, the tires screeching on the road. I reached for my phone putting it on shuffle and I seemed to skip every song my jaw tensing along with my whitened knuckles tensing on the steering wheel. This was our playlist.

In a shock of anger, I shouted and punched the stereo, doing some serious damage to the audio system, static sound filling the car. My sudden burst of anger made me settle into my old ways (lashing out to deal with heartbreak) and caused me to forget about the consequences, which in this case was blood. A lot of it.

"Jesus fucking Christ Grayson!!! It's plastic you jackass. What did you think would happen!?" I yelled drilling some sense into my own head.

I pulled up to the airport, sped through the security checks and to my terminal. I boarded the plane out of breath and asked for a first aid kit which I then did a dodgy of bandaging my hand.

I was going to make it.

I sighed and threw my head back against the seat and let out a laugh. My breath more ragged and uneven than when I was racing to what seemed like the finish line (the plane).

I couldn't help but feel this unfamiliar rush of excitement, anticipation and nerves shoot through my body. My heart rate was increasingly rising and I was just happy. These feelings becoming more familiar. I had only ever felt them once, I felt it with...her.