He took my passport.

He actually had the nerve to take my passport.

I was busy packing to fly back home when I realized that I have no idea what so ever where my passport is. I've been searching for the past 2 hours for the damn thing. The only conclusion I have is that Liam fucking Wells was thinking ahead for once in his life and took my passport with him.

Well played Liam, well played.

" Stella open up!" I yell banging on her door for the seventh time.

No response.

Where the hell is she?

I stumble back to my room. Today is really not my day. First Liam takes my passport then Stella goes MIA and now I'm craving chocolate cheesecake. Gosh this pregnancy feels like a never ending period ride.

Once I get to my room I decide that one piece of cheesecake won't do any harm. I already look like a whale so I might as well eat like a whale. Grabbing my purse I head down to the front door.

Before getting into the Uber that's waiting for me, I step on a piece of gum.

" You've got to be kidding me."

The Uber driver doesn't make an effort to small talk so I just sit quietly untill we get to the same mall from yesterday.

It starts raining just as I get out from the car. This day seriously has something against me surviving.

I quickly dodge a few cars to get inside the building. I start looking around for coffee shops. There are a lot of them but I'm looking for the one where I was at yesterday. I had eyed that cheesecake the moment I stepped inside.

Walking around, still on the search for the coffee shop, I go into a few shops. I bought a few baby outfits with the card Liam gave me when we arrived in London a few weeks ago. It was actually the first time buying anything for Chicka now that I think of it. I'm giving her up for adoption so it isn't really necessary for me to buy her clothes. I'm sure her new family will spoil her rotten.

I only have three months left before Chicka makes her arrival and I haven't even found the right parents for her. I haven't even signed forms or talked to Liam about any of this... Well it really doesn't matter if I try to talk to him about it because he isn't answering any of my messages or emails.

Feeling relieved once I see the coffee shop, I immediately head inside and towards the cake display.

No cheesecake. I see no cheesecake. I repeat, no cheesecake.

" Uh excuse me but do you happen to have any cheesecake left?" I ask a waiter passing by.

" No mam. We just sold the last piece to the nice lady over there." the waiter smiles and points over to an old lady in the corner, enjoying a very delicious looking piece of cheesecake.

My cheesecake.

" You little bi-"

" Everly?" I turn around as I hear my name.

" Jake? " I notice the flirty guy from yesterday.

" It's Blake." he smiles.

" What's your point?" damn even I think that was a little harsh.

Jake - I mean Blake looks a little offended but quickly brushes it off.

" You never called me." he looks disappointed.

" You actually won't believe it but I lost my phone... Again. Stupid me ha-ha. " I try not to sound nervous.

" Your phone is in your hand." he replies.

Shit. I look down at my hand to find my phone resting in it.

" I mean I lost the charger." I quickly add on.

" Your phone has been vibrating since we started talking. " his face is emotionless.

Fuck. Curse you Instagram.

" Well will you look at that." I awkwardly say.

" It's okay Everly. At least I ran into you now. " He smiles again.

I nod awkwardly. My eyes stare back at the cheesecake that the old bitch- I mean lady is gobbling down.

" You in the mood for cheesecake? " Blake asks trying to hide a chuckle.

" Cheesecake sounds good I guess but they ran out. " I shrug trying to hide my embarrassment from wanting cheesecake so badly right now.

Blake thinks for a while before a huge smile appears on his lips.

" Come on. I know the perfect place." he grabs my hand before I can resist and starts pulling me into the direction that hopefully isn't a death wish.

" Blake where are we going?!" I struggle to keep up with the shopping bags in my hand while Blake is pulling the other one.

" You'll love it."

xxx

I actually did love it. Blake took me to this amazing coffee shop way on the other side of the mall, Kate's Beans or something like that. They had such a vuriaty of cheesecakes. Blueberry, strawberry, peach and even chocolate. I immediately fell in love.

Blake and I probably sat for over three hours. Talking, eating and even more eating. I'm probably growing another baby by now. Blake isn't that bad of a guy, well not as bad as I thought. We both have a sweet tooth and a heart for horror movies. He plays football at his college and he also plays the guitar, which I find really cool. I didn't mind him talking with his English accent at all.

Gosh I would give an arm and a leg for that accent.

Once I saw the time, on my fully charged phone, I realized that I should probably go and check if Stella has gotten home.

Blake and I argued over who is going to pay but he won at the end. The agreement is that he pays and I actually message him this time.

Once I got back to the house I immediately went to Stella's room. No sign of her at all. I know I'm getting paranoid but her absence is making me a little worried. I guess I'll give her untill tomorrow morning before I call Liam for help.

That's if he answers.

He still hasn't replied to any of my text messages from earlier. Probably because they consisted of me using a very strong language to describe how I feel about him taking my passport.

At the moment I'm just sitting in the living room and watching a movie. Of course it's a horror. I'm not entertained at all. No one likes watching a horror movie alone. Not that I have anything better to do.

I don't even budge when the poor girl gets stabbed by the psycho or whoever the hell he is. My attention shifts to my phone that's resting on my belly when it buzzes. My battery is almost dead. I get up to plug it into the charger. Blake pops back into the head.

Maybe I should invite him over. I mean, it's not like I have anyone else to invite over and I don't think he has other plans.

Don't do it.

I open my phone and scroll down to his name. Deciding it would be less awkward to send him a message, I start typing.

Well damn.

I can't believe I just actually invited a guy over that I've only know for like 4 hours. I should probably arrange with the gate guards to not fire at poor Blake when he arrives. God only knows that Liam will lose his shit when one of them reports back to him about some stranger coming to visit me.

This is going to be entertaining.

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