Georgia's POV
It was our last full day in Paris and even though we'd had an amazing time, I missed home. Noah and I had woken up around 9am and came down to the kitchen to make coffee. Thinking it was probably my turn to make breakfast, I pull all the ingredients out for a full English, that Luke and Jack had bought from the shop yesterday, and turn on the oven before placing the sausages in. Noah had gone for a cigarette and when he came back he came over to help. I asked him if he could put some music on and he took out his phone from his pocket. He was scrolling through his playlist and came across a tune he wanted to play, but instead of coming through the speaker on his phone it came through a speaker on the wall in the kitchen. He turned the music up loudly in the hope of waking eve
