Hi guys! Sorry I'm soo late! I've been so busy studying and doing this and that! Anyways here's Chapter 3 enjoy ;)

PS: you might want to listen to 'Moves Like Jagger' from Maroon 5 Ft Christina Aguilera before you read this!

A ray of sun peeked between the middle of the two inefficient curtains. Hitting one of her eyes, Layla woke up confused.

"Where am I...?"

She got up gently and noticed how her back was sore. She had fallen asleep and woken up in the same position not to mention her huge headache- it seemed like a hammer hitting her head and at the same time an alarm clock vibrating inside her brain continuously. She remembered the last time, a few years ago, that that had happen...

... 'Gooood morning' that male voice told her with his eyes half opened. He tried his best to speak. He leaned over and reached to her side of the bed and kissed her neck and then her lips.

'Hi..' was the only thing she could say to him but nonetheless with a smile. 'We have to stop doing this- I can't handle this' she smiled more.

'There's nothing wrong with a little hangover.' Yuri tiredly replied. He tried to get up to face her enormous glass windows that showed the typical New York but was invaded by another strong pounding. 'Damn! Looks like I'm not going away from here for a while.' He leaned back again.

'Well, that's only good news, isn't it?' Layla responded as she moulded herself in his arms. He wrapped them around her, letting his hands gently touch hers while she slightly massaged his manly fingers. 'You know, if you would come to visit me more often, we wouldn't have to party like there's no tomorrow' she provoked.

Layla had been settling down in New York quite well and was loving her new career but it was getting harder and harder for them to meet.

Yuri just changed the subject sneakily by remembering last night 'I've got the moves like Jagger, I've got the moves like Jagger!' he whistled and pointed both his indicator fingers to the ceiling in respond to the rhythm.

'Ahaha! You know that's not the part that suits you, right! Come on admit it!' she laughed looking back to him.

'As you wish Your Highness!' Yuri continued to provoke 'You say I'm a kid, my ego is big I don't give a shit, and it goes like this! Now, it's your turn to confess!'

'Fair enough' she seductively answered slowly 'Take me by the tongue, and I'll know you, kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you.'

Layla turned her body towards him slowly. Both their lips gently met before they went on to more passionate kissing as he placed his two hands confidently on her neck.

They didn't even realise that both their headaches were gone...

But now she was in a completely different scenario. She was without him and running away from her compromises. Everything she didn't want.

Tired of listening to herown thoughts, she washed her face and headed away from that miserable motel. She had entirely forgotten that she had given Yuri her address.

The pale blonde continued to peddle through the main highway.

"Why do I still feel like this? Why don't I get any answers? And why so I feel like I'm starting to depend on everybody..? Why do I miss him so badly?' She peddled harder and faster.

The little bell above the door announced a young man's arrival. Yuri headed to the reception table.

'Excuse me sir, I was told a young lady was staying at this motel. I would like to speak to her.'

The old and creepy man lifted one eyebrow and turned his eyes to meet his.

'And this lady goes by the name of..?' he questioned, always sitting down.

Yuri had stayed up all night worried to hell about her. The 5 hour flight hadn't helped the situation either. He was tired and was now starting to make little sense.

'Sorry..' he said irritated whilst he rolled his eyes. 'It's Hamilton. Layla Hamilton. A tall, blonde woman with blue eyes-' He was quickly interrupted.

'Oh.. there's no point in continuing. I know exactly who you are referring to.. if you know what I mean.'

Yuri didn't like that naughty face he had on.

'Listen you jerk!' he nervously demanded. He held the man's collar. You touch her or hurt her and you will not see tommorow's morning arrive!'

'Relax! She's already gone- towards West! Let me go now!' he abruptly let go of himself. 'Jeez... in love much?'

Yuri ended the conversation by facing the other way towards the door. He entered his rented car, started the engine and headed west. It was a quiet and cold feeling environment. He began reflecting and realising that although he had widely matured since the days of Kaleido, he would always quickly lose his head due to that one person. The last time he had done that was to Kalos when he got that awful call that Layla was at the hospital, blaming him for not curing and from prolonging her lesion. The young male tried to get his head out of those sad moments. He noticed that he was driving faster and faster and was entering now in desperation. "Layla! Where are you? Come back home to everybody, to me..." he confessed.

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I know it's short but I don't want to run out of chapters :p xx

Btw, happy 2012-although its coming late hihi