A/n: hey guys, I hope you like this chapter. As we came to know about Ciara a little, so now is the time to get an insight of James's head. So this whole chapter is in his POV. Hope you guys like it. I am really thankful of MrsBates93 for editing the chapter.

So hope you like the edited version.

3. James Potter

Ring

Fuck.

I am dying.

Pain. Excruciating pain. The pain of a well-earned and much deserved hangover. I groaned as the nausea struck and tried to open my eyes but shut them quickly.

Fucking light.

I rolled over, away from the light. The sheets made a strange crinkling sound as I moved.

Ring.

I moved my hand to search for the phone.

"Hello," I groaned.

"Good afternoon, Mr Potter, I am calling from reception to inquire about your checkout time." Who the hell is the woman?

I hung up and opened my eyes to take in the room I was in. Not my apartment.

What the...

I checked myself. Not naked.

I stood and went to bathroom and looked in the mirror.

I looked like shit. I washed my face and filled the glass with water and drank it. I went back to the room and paid attention this time. I found that it was a muggle hotel room, in front of me was a king size bed, there was a big flat screen to the left. I dashed to the bed and checked for my phone and my wand. I rummaged through the whole room but couldn't find my phone.

Where… where... shit I must have left it at home. I left the room and went downstairs by elevator.

A blond-chest-busting-through-her-blouse-girl was at the reception. She gave me a flirty smile and purred, "Mr Potter, are you checking out?"

I nodded and after signing all the papers left the hotel and went to a deserted road and disapparated.

I landed in front of my apartment and pushed the key through the door and tapped the wand on it, banging it open. I led my feet through a big entrance hallway which opened into a semi open plan living space. The whole of one wall was curved and filled from top to bottom with glass windows, and in the middle was a feature wall with a fireplace on both sides which separated the comfortable living space from a formal dining area. When I accepted the offer to play for Puddlemere, I spent my first wages on buying an apartment. Believe me I love my family, but if I had to spend a month more with my siblings in the same house I was going to die. I went to my room and fell on my bed.

I heard banging on the front door and thought that whoever it was, would go away. I felt the sheet under me being pulled and I fell onto the floor.

"What the fuck!" I yelled and opened my eyes to see my best friend standing there.

Damien Fucking Wood.

"What the hell Damien?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Where the hell were you? We have all been searching for you," he said, sitting on my bed.

Asshole. He was one of my best friends, the other being my cousin Fred. We had spent our whole time at school together and even now playing for the same team.

"I don't know. I was in some muggle hotel, totally trashed and my head is killing me. What do you mean by we?" I asked, sitting on the floor and rubbing my eyes.

"We meaning me and your family," he said, standing to look down at me.

"Do you remember what was happening today?" He asked, expecting for me to remember.

"Fuck. Of course you forgot." He went to the cabinet and turned the radio on.

"Well guys, I know you've been waiting for quite some time but I'm sorry to say that it seems Mr Potter hasn't been able to make it."

What?

Fuck.

I'd forgotten the radio show.

"Our assistant has been trying for two hours to contact him but our famous friend doesn't seem to be ready to show his face. It is very disrespectful, you know that yesterday we confirmed about the show and todayunfortunately there won't be a show. Even his manager hasn't been in contact with us. Knowing his reputation, I think he must be sleeping through a very bad hangover."

Shit, this girl was fucking with my rep.

"Isn't she feisty? I like her," Damien said as I glared at him. "C'mon, I mean that girl fucked you up in front of the whole world. Dude you are totally screwed, wait till Emma hears about this," he added.

"Who does that psycho of a radio host think she is? God, Emma is going to kill me." I groaned. Seriously, first I had the hangover from hell, then Emma and now this attention seeking girl. Why was I being fuckedby everyone today?

"Are you seriously scared of Emma?" he asked, his eyebrows rose. "I mean you never made any move on her," he added, raising his hands when I glared at him.

"Emma is not that type of girl, I mean she is like Lily to me besides she is too sweet like honey and I keep my professional and personal lives apart."

He snorted and shook his head "Right like you did with your assistants before. I mean you have had twelve girl assistants until now and you fucked all of them."

"Hey it's not my fault if they want me and I just need to get laid. Now forget this and tell me what I should do about this radio girl," I said.

"What am I your fucking consultant? Call Emma!" He said as he stood up and went to the kitchen, walking back out a few minutes later with a bottle of beer. We both jumped when we heard banging on the door. I stood up and opened it.

A small, I mean tiny she is only 5', pixie like girl with black hair and brown eyes entered the apartment. See what I mean when I said she was like a sister to me. If she was a boy, she would have been the shorter version of me and no she was not my sister, legal or illegal.

"Where have you been?" she asked politely. Urgh, I knew this was her angry tone but if any stranger would have heard her they would have thought she was asking sweetly. Damien snorted.

"I seriously don't know, where the hell was I yesterday?" I asked her.

"Rock Pub," she answered. At this I remembered all the shit that I had done last night.

"Ring any bells?" Damien asked and I nodded.

"Fucking Ethan invited me to celebrate their win and we talked and drank. I think I got badly pissed and I also hit on some girl and we went to the hotel," I told them everything I could remember.

"Did you have sex with her?" Emma asked and Damien choked on his beer.

"What?" She looked questioningly at him and I shook my head.

"No, I don't think I got laid last night. Maybe she left when I fell asleep as I was totally wasted." I felt kind of awkward talking about sex with her.

"Are you sure because we don't want any little Potter illegally forming," she said as Damien choked again before laughing heartily.

"When a guy says he didn't get any, he is telling the truth babe," Damien said, winking at her.

"How?" she asked and before Damien could answer I cut him off, "Seriously, we have more important matters to discuss," I yelled at both of them.

"Oh, now he remembers," she said and sat down. She glared at me and started talking.

"I know I should have checked on you first but I thought maybe for one day you could take care of yourself but no, you obviously can't. I always have to check on you even though my best friend is getting married and I am the maid of honour," she said, getting angry and glaring at me.

"God, I can't even ask for one day to myself. Just one day but you can't stop yourself," she said, taking a deep breath as she tried to control her anger.

"Well it's done and now I have to do it all right? I talked to the director of the WNN and he said that the host took all responsibility and we can't sue her as they can sue us in turn and they have a better chance of winning," I cursed, knowing I couldn't do much in this case.

"But you can repair the damage by doing the show again." I snorted and shook my head. There was no way in the hell I was going to do the show.

"Well you have to if you don't want to lose your fans because right now, people are thinking that you don't care about anyone except yourself, which I say is true." As soon as she said this both her and Damien laughed at me. See I have great friends.

"Hey I love my family," I argued. "Really, when was the last time you went to see them?" Before I could reply she cut me off with, "all of them" I didn't have an answer. It'd been months since I'd visited the Burrow.

"Ok, I haven't for a while but I am going there for dinner this weekend," I told them. I was seriously planning to go there and see all of my family.

"You mean tomorrow for dinner?" Damien asked, smirking as I nodded.

"What?" I said as he gave me a smug look.

"You are going to die tomorrow," he replied, making the gesture of cutting his neck with a clucking sound.

"This was fun but I need to go. I have some work to do as my friend is getting married today," Emma said before leaving.

"Is it just me or was she really pissed, even though she talked too nicely?" Damien asked and I ignored him.

"There is no way I am going to leave that girl alone. She tried to fuck me up," I said angrily but Damien cut me off, "Oh, she didn't try she did." He shut up when I glared at him.

"I mean she crossed the line. She is the first one who has tried to gain attention by insulting me and I don't forgive easily. I have to do something about this," I said, pacing around the room.

"Actually it was your fault, but she shouldn't have done that. So yeah why not make her life hell," Damien added as he threw the phone to me and I looked at him, confused.

"Call her," he said and he was seriously an idiot. "But before you call me an idiot I have her number," he added. I dialled the number and put the phone on loud speaker.

"Hello," a sweet voice said with a loud noise in the background and before I could reply she cut me off.

"Excuse me," she told me and yelled to the crowd.

"Guys shut the hell up." The voices in the background quietened down.

"Sorry about that, may I ask who is calling?" she asked. I cleared my throat before replying, "Can I talk to Miss Ciara Jordan?" I asked politely and Damien gave me a what the fuck look.

"Yeah, speaking." I continued, "You are the radio girl who insulted James Potter today." Before she could reply, there was a loud cry in the background

"Ro, please control it," she said to someone and then spoke to me.

"Listen to me douche bag, yes I am the girl who talked about James Fucking Potter today and if you care about yourself stop calling me," she yelled. Now this pissed me off.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I snapped. "At least I am better organized than the guy you are making this call for," she said, becoming irritated.

"So, you are saying you are a better person than me?" I replied, telling her who I was. There was silence on the other end for a few minutes. I mean this always happened and now she was going to apologize with a stammer in her scared voice.

"What can I do for you Mr Potter?" she asked in a confident tone and this nearly made me fall off my chair.

"You can tell me what the hell you think you were doing cursing and insulting me," I said, raising my voice.

"I apologize for my language earlier." Now that was what I was talking about. "But I am not sorry for what I said on the radio because you deserved everything." What the hell? How dare she?

"Listen to me, you are some kind of attention seeking whore who thought you would become famous by slating me off in front of everyone. Don't think I can't make your life a living hell because believe me I can and I will," I threatened her.

"Are you threatening me? Because if you are, let me tell you that first I can sue you and I have more chance of winning than you. And on the matter of my job, well if you even tried to bribe them they won't replace me,so go ahead and try it," she shouted.

"I can certainly sue you. Don't forget my aunt is a very powerful member in the Ministry, " I told her and I think she was afraid now.

"No, I don't think so. Not because you can't sue me but because I know she won't. Just try it," she challenged.

"You bitch..." I said but she cut me off.

"Listen James Potter," she spat out my name as she continued, "maybe you don't have anything important to do right now but I am busy and have better things to do than listen to your pathetic whining. So listen to me, stop feeling sorry for yourself and grow up. Oh and another thing don't call me again. Otherwise the next call I make will be to the Auror office complaining how the Head Auror's son is threatening me." And with that she hung up.

Me and Damien looked at each other for a few minutes before he broke the silence.

"Wow that girl is awesome," he said as he started laughing. "I mean not only did she insult you on the radio but she literally threatened to call your father. Fuck, she has got guts. I mean no one has ever seriously threatened you but she just has. That is hot, but you better do something about it, otherwise people will start to think that James Potter has become soft," he boomed and I kicked him on the back.

That girl was seriously going to make my life hell unless I did something. I would make her regret each word she had said to me and she would pay for what she'd done with the pain and humiliation she'd made me suffer.

Payback is a bitch.

So, what do you think about the chapter? Did you like James and what about Damien? Emma is just an OC for little bit of time, She is not that important, well not soon.

Tell me what do you think about the conversation between Ciara and James?

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I will try to update it quicker next time.