Irresisitible
Welcome to London
It was breathtaking. I was in a new flat, placed precariously on the corner of the 5th & 6th floor. I had large windows that allowed me to look out at the Thames River. I was in awe as I took in the view. It was one of those rare sunny days in London, and I couldn’t wait to go out. I was full of pent up energy, since I knew the boys would be returning from the US from their Take Me Home tour.
I grasped my best friend’s hand.
“Liz, can you believe we are in London? In this beautiful apartment? On the Thames? And it’s called Thames Quay. We are in Chelsea Harbor and can hardly believe it. Can you believe I will be living here soon? Ahhh!” I fell back onto one of the few pieces of furniture it did have, a black leather sofa, and let my body sink into it.
“Must we wait here? Can we go to the airport? You are killing me.”
I turn and glare at her. She was all dolled up and cute, and I knew she wanted to go out and talk with the Londoners. Accents were our weakness.
“Fine.” I grab my purse, and gripping my new iPhone, I led her out into the hallway and down the elevator into the lobby. We held hands as we skipped out onto the crowded street. There was a school nearby, and it seemed like a few people our age were milling about chatting and laughing. A group of boys stood staring at Liz, and I knew exactly where I was about to be dragged to. I didn’t care for them, but I went along anyways.
***
Liz talked to the guys, flirting and being cute while I stood towards the back. One guy, named Patrick turned to me.
“You’re quiet aren’t ya?”
“Sometimes.” I answer.
“Well, I know you can hear all my mates trying to chat up your mate.. But I think you’re pretty.”
I blush. He isn’t bad looking, but he isn’t my man.
“Thank you.”
“Well you’re short with words.”
“Sometimes.” I reply again, and he laughs.
“I suss.. You’ve already got a bloke.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Blimey, that’s crap for me then, huh?” He says, but his tone is light, and he winks as he says it.
“Sorry.” I say, apologizing but I don’t know why.
“All’s well.” He smiles and then we both turn back to the conversation with Liz and the others, who are all bragging about themselves to her.
***
“Well that was exciting!” Liz is out of breath from laughing so hard. We walked around the Picadilly Circus, laughing at people, and talking to randoms. Liz and I were heading towards Leicester Square and as we walked, the sun was setting. I was nervous because the time was ticking slowly it seemed, and I just wanted it to be time to see him.
“Oh, that man over there just gestured for us to go over and when I shook my head, he mouthed the word ‘tart’. What?”
“Oh dear. Liz, he called you a tease basically.” I laughed.
“Well he’s a prat.” She said, practicing her British slang.
I laughed, and we entered a small boutique.
***
Finally, we headed back to the flat. It reminded me of ones I had seen on TV. It had several bedrooms, and bathrooms. The large area in front of the great view was the living room, and the kitchen was off to the left. The rooms were spacious. I loved one room over the others, it was above the living room, and so it had a great view as well. I was going to chose that room, and rearrange the furniture that was already in there.
It was furnished. And I was in love. The walls had built in bookshelves thank God, and I was practically jumping out of my tights to get back.
When we turned the corner onto our street, after being dropped off by the cab, I almost squealed. I could see Louis trailing last into the building.
“They’re here!” I practically shouted, and took off running. Liz laughed as she ran too.
“Lou!” I yelled, and he stopped, holding the door wide.
“Aye! Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! Someone is going to be awfully happy now your back with us. He’s been all love sick these past 3 weeks.”
I took one of Louis’s bags and he leaned over, giving me a half hug.
“She has been the same way!” Liz piped in. Louis laughed as we waited for the next elevator. I couldn’t wait to surprise him. He was already up there, and he had no clue I was downstairs.
“Has he really been sad since I’ve been gone?” I ask.
“Yes! I swear Harry kept telling him to pull his trousers out his arse. He was so easy to make aggro, it was funny.”
“Oh, you guys are so mean to my babe.” I pretend pout. The elevator pings, and we go in, and I can feel my nerves growing. I was so afraid that being away would make his feeling lessen.
Mine had only grown.
“Lou, I call dibs on the first room above the living room. Its gorgeous. And has its own balcony. Its not the largest one, and its also upstairs so I feel like you all should just let me have it.”
“Only if he agrees. You know he’ll give you his pouty lip.”
I nod. I know how convincing he is. Look at how I had moved to England after 2 months. It may seem like a short amount of time to know someone to do something so rash, but I loved him, and I had always loved England, and now my 2 loves were combining.
The elevator dinged and opened into the apartment.
“Oye! Liam, help me real quick.” Niall yelled. I dropped Louis’s bag as I saw Liam turn his head to look at the arrivals.
“Vanessa!” he sighed, and I ran to him, across the lounge (we call it a living room in America) and into his open arms. His head was buried in my hair, and I held him tight, as I felt light kisses on my head.
“Liam… I missed you!”
“I missed you too.”
Those 4 words were full of angst, and relief, and slightly full of lust.. I looked up at his face, and I could see his eyes glinting with promise.
“Come see the room I want.”
I grab his hand and we speed off to take the steps up to the 6th floor. I pull him into the room, where I unceremoniously pull him onto the bed. I am on top of him, and I kiss him hard. He is surprised, caught off guard, but his lips start to kiss back as his hands go down to my behind and he squeezes. Our breathing is growing hectic, and my hands run over his hair cut. His hair is growing out a bit, and I love it, as I fist what I can, and he moans into my mouth. I move to kiss his neck, and he hugs me tightly.
“Oye! We need to pick our rooms; we need to all meet in the lounge!” Zayn’s voice echoes off the walls as he opens the door and catches us in our furious make out session.
“I would say ‘get a room’ but you lot did, and I didn’t knock.” He laughs, then runs his fingers through his hair as he grins sheepishly.
Thankfully, we hadn’t gotten down to our knickers and pants just yet!
“Coming…” Liam nods at Zayn, and then Zayn walks out and Liam stands, pulling me up with him. His hair has a ‘just fucked’ look to it, and I know my clothes must be all in a dizzy, but we don’t care. I kiss his knuckles that are attached to the fingers laced with mine, and he smiles at me.
Oh Liam Payne. What you do to me.
We head downstairs to discuss sleep arrangements, and dinner duties, and I am happy to be here, in London, with Liam, and the boys who are becoming like my brothers, and Liz.
What a great start to an adventurous adventure.
I grasped my best friend’s hand.
“Liz, can you believe we are in London? In this beautiful apartment? On the Thames? And it’s called Thames Quay. We are in Chelsea Harbor and can hardly believe it. Can you believe I will be living here soon? Ahhh!” I fell back onto one of the few pieces of furniture it did have, a black leather sofa, and let my body sink into it.
“Must we wait here? Can we go to the airport? You are killing me.”
I turn and glare at her. She was all dolled up and cute, and I knew she wanted to go out and talk with the Londoners. Accents were our weakness.
“Fine.” I grab my purse, and gripping my new iPhone, I led her out into the hallway and down the elevator into the lobby. We held hands as we skipped out onto the crowded street. There was a school nearby, and it seemed like a few people our age were milling about chatting and laughing. A group of boys stood staring at Liz, and I knew exactly where I was about to be dragged to. I didn’t care for them, but I went along anyways.
***
Liz talked to the guys, flirting and being cute while I stood towards the back. One guy, named Patrick turned to me.
“You’re quiet aren’t ya?”
“Sometimes.” I answer.
“Well, I know you can hear all my mates trying to chat up your mate.. But I think you’re pretty.”
I blush. He isn’t bad looking, but he isn’t my man.
“Thank you.”
“Well you’re short with words.”
“Sometimes.” I reply again, and he laughs.
“I suss.. You’ve already got a bloke.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Blimey, that’s crap for me then, huh?” He says, but his tone is light, and he winks as he says it.
“Sorry.” I say, apologizing but I don’t know why.
“All’s well.” He smiles and then we both turn back to the conversation with Liz and the others, who are all bragging about themselves to her.
***
“Well that was exciting!” Liz is out of breath from laughing so hard. We walked around the Picadilly Circus, laughing at people, and talking to randoms. Liz and I were heading towards Leicester Square and as we walked, the sun was setting. I was nervous because the time was ticking slowly it seemed, and I just wanted it to be time to see him.
“Oh, that man over there just gestured for us to go over and when I shook my head, he mouthed the word ‘tart’. What?”
“Oh dear. Liz, he called you a tease basically.” I laughed.
“Well he’s a prat.” She said, practicing her British slang.
I laughed, and we entered a small boutique.
***
Finally, we headed back to the flat. It reminded me of ones I had seen on TV. It had several bedrooms, and bathrooms. The large area in front of the great view was the living room, and the kitchen was off to the left. The rooms were spacious. I loved one room over the others, it was above the living room, and so it had a great view as well. I was going to chose that room, and rearrange the furniture that was already in there.
It was furnished. And I was in love. The walls had built in bookshelves thank God, and I was practically jumping out of my tights to get back.
When we turned the corner onto our street, after being dropped off by the cab, I almost squealed. I could see Louis trailing last into the building.
“They’re here!” I practically shouted, and took off running. Liz laughed as she ran too.
“Lou!” I yelled, and he stopped, holding the door wide.
“Aye! Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! Someone is going to be awfully happy now your back with us. He’s been all love sick these past 3 weeks.”
I took one of Louis’s bags and he leaned over, giving me a half hug.
“She has been the same way!” Liz piped in. Louis laughed as we waited for the next elevator. I couldn’t wait to surprise him. He was already up there, and he had no clue I was downstairs.
“Has he really been sad since I’ve been gone?” I ask.
“Yes! I swear Harry kept telling him to pull his trousers out his arse. He was so easy to make aggro, it was funny.”
“Oh, you guys are so mean to my babe.” I pretend pout. The elevator pings, and we go in, and I can feel my nerves growing. I was so afraid that being away would make his feeling lessen.
Mine had only grown.
“Lou, I call dibs on the first room above the living room. Its gorgeous. And has its own balcony. Its not the largest one, and its also upstairs so I feel like you all should just let me have it.”
“Only if he agrees. You know he’ll give you his pouty lip.”
I nod. I know how convincing he is. Look at how I had moved to England after 2 months. It may seem like a short amount of time to know someone to do something so rash, but I loved him, and I had always loved England, and now my 2 loves were combining.
The elevator dinged and opened into the apartment.
“Oye! Liam, help me real quick.” Niall yelled. I dropped Louis’s bag as I saw Liam turn his head to look at the arrivals.
“Vanessa!” he sighed, and I ran to him, across the lounge (we call it a living room in America) and into his open arms. His head was buried in my hair, and I held him tight, as I felt light kisses on my head.
“Liam… I missed you!”
“I missed you too.”
Those 4 words were full of angst, and relief, and slightly full of lust.. I looked up at his face, and I could see his eyes glinting with promise.
“Come see the room I want.”
I grab his hand and we speed off to take the steps up to the 6th floor. I pull him into the room, where I unceremoniously pull him onto the bed. I am on top of him, and I kiss him hard. He is surprised, caught off guard, but his lips start to kiss back as his hands go down to my behind and he squeezes. Our breathing is growing hectic, and my hands run over his hair cut. His hair is growing out a bit, and I love it, as I fist what I can, and he moans into my mouth. I move to kiss his neck, and he hugs me tightly.
“Oye! We need to pick our rooms; we need to all meet in the lounge!” Zayn’s voice echoes off the walls as he opens the door and catches us in our furious make out session.
“I would say ‘get a room’ but you lot did, and I didn’t knock.” He laughs, then runs his fingers through his hair as he grins sheepishly.
Thankfully, we hadn’t gotten down to our knickers and pants just yet!
“Coming…” Liam nods at Zayn, and then Zayn walks out and Liam stands, pulling me up with him. His hair has a ‘just fucked’ look to it, and I know my clothes must be all in a dizzy, but we don’t care. I kiss his knuckles that are attached to the fingers laced with mine, and he smiles at me.
Oh Liam Payne. What you do to me.
We head downstairs to discuss sleep arrangements, and dinner duties, and I am happy to be here, in London, with Liam, and the boys who are becoming like my brothers, and Liz.
What a great start to an adventurous adventure.
