Love Somebody // ON HOLD

Chapter 1

(Hi, I felt like I should tell you all this, but it's my first fanfic and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't bash me on improper uses of grammar, spelling, etc. I do fairly well with that kind of stuff and I always proofread my chapters before or after I post them. But if you see a mistake, comment and let me know:) thank you for reading, enjoy!)

Love Somebody

chapter 1

Reagan's POV

I slowly opened my eyes to a bright light streaming in through my window.

"Unggg," I groaned as I rolled over onto my stomach. I silently scolded myself in my head for being the idiot I am and not closing the curtains last night. My hair fell across my eyes as I lifted my head up. I rubbed my eyes and pulled the covers off my body.

I swung my legs over my bed and felt my feet come into contact with the soft rug on my floor. Looking around, I noticed how unorganized I was and made a note in my head to clean later.

I got up and went to my closet to pick out an outfit. Considering how tired I was and how cold it probably was outside, I grabbed my yoga pants and a baggy tshirt.

Scooting my feet along the hardwood floor of my bedroom, I opened the door to my bathroom. I plugged my iPhone into the dock, stripped my clothes off, and climbed into the shower. It was warm and felt amazing against my tired body, bouncing off my skin and down the drain as I silently hummed along to the current song.

I ran my hands down my hair, squeezing as I went to release it of any water, and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around me as I climbed out. The steamy, slightly cold air, hit my body, sending slight goosebumps along my skin. Quickly, I brushed my hair and decided on not drying it.

I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my army green coat and cream beanie from the walk-in closet. Looking over my choice of shoes, I grabbed my vans and exited my bedroom.

Walking down the hall and past the red furniture in the living room, I slipped into the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the granite countertop of the island. Closing the door behind me, I walked down the hall and entered the elevator.

Upon hearing a loud ding, the doors to elevator opened, signaling my arrival at the lobby. I slipped my beanie over my almost dry hair, and quickly ran my fingers through the dark brown locks to rid it of any tangles.

Passing through the cinnamon-smelling lobby, I gave employers and fellow guests curt nods. Most people in apartment buildings are really nice, but they're too talkative, hence me taking longer strides towards the exit.

As I neared the doors, the doorman, named John, opened the door and gave me a warm smile as I forced an equally happy one on my face. Slipping past him, I walked out onto the sidewalk and breathed in the city smell. Loud honks, chatter amongst people, and shoes clicking on the pavement filled my ears.

I glanced around and watched a person walking fast and talking on his cellphone at the same time, while carrying a briefcase and I turned my head to look right in front of me at another person. A woman was standing there, whistling constantly and shouting while trying to get a cab to stop. I shook my head and turned to my left and began walking.

A little while later, I arrived at my destination and pushed open the doors, hearing a ringing in the process. Starbucks was my favorite coffee place and, by far, could make coffee way better than I could. I walked up to the counter and waited patiently for a person to take my order.

"Hello, there. What can I get cha'?" A girl, who looked to be a few years younger than me, said as she smiled. Her dazzling white teeth bothered me and I couldn't help but think about what she must be like. 'A complete and total bitch' I decided.

"Uh, yeah. I'd like a pumpkin spice latte. To go," I grumbled.

"What's your name?" she asked as she typed on the screen in front of her.

"Reagan," I answered.

"K. Be ready in a minute," she called over her shoulder as she walked off.

'Yeah....she's a bitch' I told myself in my head. I went over to a little bench by the doors and sat down. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and quickly checked my social media. I pressed the lock button and shoved into my pocket as I stood up, finding nothing but gossip as usual.

"Reagan!" The girl behind the counter shouted, a little too loud for my liking.

"Ok, ok. I'm here. I was two feet away so calm the fuck down," I snap. She gives me dirty look and I do the same to her as I grab my coffee and turn to walk away.

Suddenly, I bump into something hard, spilling my coffee on myself as well as the person in front of me.

"Sorry. Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I hear the man stutter as I try to wipe the excess coffee from my shirt.

"Yeah, douchebag. Sorry won't cut it," I retort as I look up at his face to find a pair of shockingly green eyes staring down at me.