[Y/N's POV]
"KSIOlajideBT: gone"
Gone..?
I sit in place and look at the tweet, rapidly watching the amount of replies and rt's increase rapidly. His fans were just as confused as I was.
Ever since JJ and I met in a club in London, we've kept real close. Of course, I knew of JJ before we met. And I couldn't quite believe it when he told me he would like to keep in touch with me. However, twitter is the furthest I've managed to get with him. It was strange but we were so flushed that night we didn't manage to exchange numbers. And we've kept us talking pretty quiet.
From what I was gathering from his followers, he was leaving Social Media completely. But If he left, how would I manage to keep in contact with him?
Needless to say, I loved him. I wasn't too sure what he wanted from me. Whether it was love or to simply hook up for one night. He had quite the reputation for being... a player.
• • •
[Flashback]
After making eye contact with a man at his table, I flash him a quick smile and then turn my head. Thinking very little of it, I continue to order a round of shots for me and my friends since I intended to bring them back to our table soon.
"Odds on"
"Whats the cache?"
"If you lose, I'm getting the number"
"7"
"3..2..1.."
"3"
"4"
Hearing their bets, I look over to the table and notice a few pairs of eyes were on me, then soon enough more of the lads looked at me.
"Go, JJ," A boy says, softly shoving him up from his seat. 'JJ' laughs, and without a doubt his laugh caught the surrounding areas attention. It sounded familiar somehow but I simply assumed that I had heard it earlier on in the club.
If I'm honest with myself, I had little to no experience with boys. So the thought that I was getting attention from a group of boys right now was flattering, and seemed pretty unrealistic.
As any girl would do, I fix my dress and take a look at my body before looking back again, 'JJ' takes a few more steps towards me and offers his hand to me, I link my hand into his and smile; not being able to break the eye contact we had.
"Hey," he says, chuckling a little since he knew I knew what happened at his table a few moments ago. I couldn't help but laugh a little and he takes my other hand softly pulls it so that my body turned to face him.
"Haven't noticed you being in this club before. What's your name, babe?" He asks.
"Me and my friends only recently moved to central London to study. We're just discovering the local clubs," I say, smiling. "And, it's (Y/N)."
"Well, (Y/N), I hope you become a regular here because I'd love to see more of you," He replies, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Its JJ."
"Are you here to drink with me, or talk to me?" I say, jokingly, he laughs and looks at the round of shots that had just been placed besides us.
"Not a girl of talking, hm?" He says, slightly smirking. "I mean if you insist.."
He takes a shot glass and I look over at his friends, blindly taking a shot glass from beside me. He turns my head and cups his hand softly around my jaw and neck, making stern eye contact with me as he drinks his shot. I feel drawn to his eyes and rest my hand on his leg as I drink mine.
His hand trails from my neck and down my body, eventually resting on my hip. His hand easily wrapped around my hip and rests on my waist. After a couple more shots, we soon became obsessed with each other.
• • •
I, admittedly, couldn't remember much from that night. I was very much a lightweight. JJ had promised me we hadn't left the club together, and I trusted him with that. He was amazing: the way his eyes were obsessed with me, the way he touched me, his flirtatious laugh, his gorgeous body.
And I missed him.
I needed to find him.
Somehow.
