FALLEN (NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON)

2.

God it's loud!

I open an eye at the time, having a terrible time adjusting to the brightness of the room. I reach my hand on my nightstand and bring my phone to my face to turn off the brain crushing sound of my alarm.

A massive headache has nested itself in the back of my head. I slowly bring my covers over my head to hide me from the white light blinding me through the windows of my room.

That's right... I'm in London. But why did I have to wake at... 7 AM? It's too fucking early. I look at my phone under the covers and the light makes me frown in disgust as I adjust it to its minimum. I have a text from a contact named 'Ash ;)'. I don't know anyone by the name 'Ash'. I click on the message and unlock my phone to read it.

Ash ;): It definitely was. I hope to see you again.

Oh my God! Who is this person? What happened last night?

I look through my phone for more clues. I read my last text, before Ash's. It's from Sophie. Reading her name rings a bell and it takes about four seconds for some memories to come back.

I remember that she works at Wright Books and we met again at the pub next to the hotel. We got talking and she definitely said something about a band. Yeah! The band! I remember them. Ash is the drummer. He was hot!

Oh god, what happened? I can't seem to remember what went on after that. Thinking about it thoroughly makes my head ache even more. I let it go and give another look at my phone. Who is 'Arrogant Jerk'?

I click on his name and read our messages. Whoever it is, I seem to be comfortable with him enough to talk like trash. Why would I want to meet someone I don't remember about that early in the morning? I know no one here.

I look at my phone again and it seems like we talked for seven minutes twenty two seconds. I decide to trust the last night's overly drunk me and go to brunch with this person. I won't dress up.  I don't feel like it and with the language I used in my texts yesterday, I feel like I don't have to.

I swing my legs out of bed and my head spins a little. I get up and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do something with my hair. My blonde locks fall messily on my face. I gather all my hair and tie it loosely on top of my head in a messy bun.

I head back to the bed and put back the jeans I had on yesterday that rests on the floor. I see my ACDC shirt next to it, but decide to wear the Rolling Stone shirt I also brought with me in my bag. I put on my black Converse and gather all of my stuff in my luggage to be ready to go when I come back from the brunch. I take my purse and look for painkillers to buzz the headache away. Thank God I find some. I swallow them quickly with some water, before heading to my vibrating phone.

I take it in my hand and see the same number as yesterday written on it.

Arrogant Jerk: I'm here a bit early. I am waiting for you in the hall.

Great...  He is here early. I already don't feel like meeting anyone today, I have to be meeting somebody I can't even remember talking to. I feel like I should hurry and get out of my room, so I take my purse and walk through the door.

The door closes loudly behind me and it awakes the pain in the front of my skull now. I can feel my heart beating through my head and it. Is. HORRIBLE. Every step I take and every move I make are making the pain echoing through my head. I click on the lift's main floor button to get me down and then press both of my temple with my fingers to reliev-en plein  some of the pain away.