The Beach

Chapter 12-

-Lewis' POV- (this chapter should have come before the last one-didn't really think it through,sorry you guys-

I streched out, my legs almost hanging off the bed. It was pretty warm, very warm actually. I turned towards to window and the bright white light of the sun bore into the room.

Oh yes. I was in LA. I smiled as I rembered seeing Zoey again after a month. I'd missed her like hell. Being in England on my own without seeing her each day was horrible. Knowing that she was here with Jess.

It scared me. It scared me because of how god damn beautiful she is. Everytime she goes out with Jess I look at her and know that she's going to get attention because of how stunning she looks.

But I do trust her. Maybe.

It has been hard without her, but seeing her yesterday made it worth it. I was in love with this girl, and thats why I needed to do this.

It was only then that I realised she wasn't next to me. I started panicing. She's left. She's gone already. We had has the most mind-blowing sex last night, was it worse than I thought? Was she packing?

With all these horrible thought's in mind I leaped out of bed, slipped on the grey trackies I had worn on the flight over and ran out into the large central area of the ginormous apartment my girlfriend had been staying in.

She wasn't here.

I walked over to the breakfast bar and spotted a note. Phew. She's just gone shopping.

An idea sprang to mind. This was the lerfect opportunity to do the job I had come to LA to do in the first place. That way, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

I practically ran back to our room, grabbed my suitcase and picked out some clothes to wear. Judging by the weather outside it was going to have to be shorts and a top. I loved the weather here. I jumped into the shower, washed, dried my unruly heaur, threw on my clothes and left. I thought to myself that that was probably the quickest I've ever got ready. I'm too much of a perfectionist really. But I needed to try and get back before Zoey did.

I got up the Google Maps app on my phone, the address already plugged into the search. Luckily the apartment was in the perfect place for walking to places. Right in the centre of everything. I walked out of the lobby and into the scorching sun. I could get used to this. Hmm.

After a 20 minute walk/jog I entered the large commercial shopping centre. I felt quite lost being in a place in which I've never been before. But I was excited for what I was doing here. Excited and nervous.

I checked out the map of the centre and found the name of the shop I was looking for and headed in the right direction. I walked into the store and straight over to the till.

"Hey" I said to the man behind the till, my best British accent turned on.

His eyebrows rised and he replied.

" What can I do for you today Sir?" And to my surprise, he too had a British accent. He also looked incredibly British, wearing a crisp white shirt and jet black bow tie. He was young, mid-twenties with dark brown hair, slicked to the side with minimal gel.

Well, this did seem like the shop for someone like him to be working in. I looked as his badge and his name was Tom.

"I've got a reservation" I said nerviously. "Lewis Griffiths"

"Ah, give me a second sir. I'll just go out the back and pick it up for you" He smiled kindly.

I waited, tapping my fingers on the counter and observing all the gleaming objects in the case. Before I knew it Tom was back.

"Here you go Sir" He said as be passed me a small, black box.

I opened it and it was beautiful.

A danity, silver band with a beautiful, round diamond in the centre.

It was the most perfect engagement ring I've ever seen.