My Abroad Romance

Picture of Josh! 

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Beep! Beep! Beep!


I groaned and hit the snooze button on my alarm. Today was the day we were leaving for Morocco and the flight was at 10am. Because we had to be at the airport three hours before flight, I was now waking up at four in the morning. Let's just say, I was not a morning person.


I threw the duvet cover off me and sit up in my bed. I stretch all my stiff limbs and make my way out of my bedroom to Josh's bedroom next to mine to wake him up. I rip the door open without even knocking, it's too early, and what can I say? He's sprawled over the bed with his duvet covering below his waist; I had a perfect view of his well-defined six pack abs. Damn! I didn't know Josh of all people were so yummy! EW. That's your brother’s best friend Lily, you don't think about your brother’s best friend like that. It’s wrong.

I walk up to his bed and shake him repeatedly. "Come on Josh! Wake up!" He stirs and moves away from me but still doesn't awaken. I shake him again but only to have him swat my hand away. That was it. It’s too early to even be awake and then this ass doesn't even wake up! I jump on him which makes his eyes shoot open. He grabbed me around the waist and flings me on the bed and spoons me from behind, laughing hysterically. Ahh, his bed is so warm and cosy and he's holding me so close to his well-defined chest; kind of possessively. I could just sleep here for another fi-. No! I had to get up.

After the initial shock of being held by Josh, I said venomously, "Get the Hell off me now! And get ready!" I elbowed him which only makes him laugh harder. Honestly, this guy pisses me off so much. 

"Aww LilyPoo, you could have just told me you wanted to get in my bed" He smirks.

"Don't flatter yourself slut. Now come on let go of me and get ready. It's already quarter past four" I say looking at the clock. He sighs and releases his hold on me. I roll off him and walk towards the door but not before turning around and saying, "You do that to me again and I'll make sure you can't reproduce"

He laughs then says, "But we won't be able to have children then!" He fake cries and throws the duvet over his head.

I roll my eyes at him and walk out his room to Ethan's room. Thankfully, Ethan isn't a pain in the ass like Josh is and wakes up the first time. I walk into his room and sit on the corner of his bed. I shake his leg and call his name to wake him up; much to my liking, he woke up the first time.

"What time is it?" he asked, sleepily. 

"Twenty past four. Come on now, get up" 

"Did you wake Josh up?"

I grimaced. "Yes, yes I did" 

He nodded and proceeded to get up. I went back to my room and got ready for today. I was so excited that I was finally going on holiday even if it did mean that my brother and his ass of a best friend were coming as well. I was not going to let them ruin my holiday; not at all.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I walked over to my cupboard and looked at my clothes. Even though it was summer here in the United Kingdom, it was still a bit chilly but I doubted that it was going to be chilly in Morocco. So instead of going for the shorts and tank top that I had hoped for, I decided on wearing something a bit more warmer but not too warm for Morocco. After getting changed, I looked into my long floor length mirror and nodded in satisfaction. I was wearing white linen trousers with a light blue top and a white cardigan. The top that I was wearing had no sleeves so when we landed in Morocco, I could easily take it off and enjoy the sun. To complete the look, I had my hair down and my converses on. Not to forget my sunglasses which were in my bag ready to wear when we get off the aeroplane. So all in all, my outfit was done.

I applied light make up and made sure that I put it in my hand bag. I did last minute checks to make sure I had everything.

Phone: Check.

Phone charger: Check.

Passport: Check.

Purse: Check.

Make up: Check.

Hairbrush: No.

I looked around for my hairbrush. I looked on my bed, on my dressing table, I even checked in the bin just in case I dropped it in there when I was rushing around. But it wasn’t. Where on earth could it be? Then I remembered. Josh had this unforeseen habit to come into my room and take my hairbrush. He’s the one that probably took it this time.