Reincarnation

05 / I Just Want To "Talk"

daily drop:

life is full of surprises. just say "never" and you'll see.

i will never marry calum hood. now i wait ;)

this chapter is dedicated to weirdlady5065 🌸

05 / I Just Want To "Talk"

Alexander / POV

I turned to face the clock across the room.

1:28 AM

I grumbled as I stare at the ceiling, feeling uneasy and angered.

"That's it." I got up and grabbed my keys.

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The woman at the front desk hesitates. I look at her dead in the eye. "If you don't give me her room number, i'll go knocking at every single fucking door in this building." I tell her.

"We're—we're not allowed to give any details." She stutters and I shrug. "Okay then." As I proceed to walk to the elevator.

Not even a few minutes later, she exclaims, "703!" And I smirk.

I pressed the button for the elevator to descend, and when it finally opens, the smell of alcohol fills my nose.

He had a white undershirt on and a floral polo over it. I mentally laughed, seeing the gold chain around his neck.

Gangster wannabes, please. What kind of wormhole is Harper living in? Jesus.

The moment I walked into the elevator, he walks out, bumping into my shoulders.

"Tch." I scoff and I turned to face him, he does the same.

"Watch where you're going, little boy." He growls. I fake frowned. "I'm sorry, mister, it's just that your fake gold teeth and fake gold necklace blinded me."

I dramatically replied and he starts to throw a punch, but one of the men with him stops him.

"Get a hold of yourself, boss." He tells him and their 'boss' cursed under his breath.

The gangster wannabes then leaves.

I pressed the button for the seventh floor and the elevator closes. The thought that drunkards are in and out this building pisses me off, and the thought that Harper most probably have been numerously catcalled in this place annoys me even more.

"Harper." I cursed to myself, mentally wanting to flick Harper's forehead for not telling me about this shithole she calls her house.

The elevator opens and I exit.

"Seven-oh-three.." I quietly whispered as I looked for the room.

"Here we are." I said to myself. "Time to meet the dad."

I knocked on the door harshly.

After a few attempts, the door finally opens, and when it does, I tilt my head.

A man who looked like he was in his mid-forties, receding hairline, heavily tattooed, beer bellied, and an inch or two shorter than me.

"Ya lost, little boy?" He snarls and I gave him a sarcastic smile.

I stretched my neck, hearing a crack as I do.

"Hi, I just want to talk." I said, pushing the door wide open.