A Typical Love Story
Chapter 5
Teigh-Amo's POV
I walk out of the plain I was on, talking to Harry as we laugh along to something. I have my phone in my one hand and my luggage in the other as we both walk out of the airport. I want to get home but there's no use, being that my mother will land in about an hour. She decided to join me in London for a while, so she caught the next flight after mine. Harry pulls me to him with his arm around my shoulder.
"Goodbye, Teigh-Amo. I'll be seeing you around," he whispers to me before pulling away.
I watch him leave as he moves his body perfectly. He told me that he will be staying in London too, we also exchanged numbers. My stare is broken by cries and shouts from people all around me in the waiting room of the airport. I turn around alert and gasp once I see an airplane burning, pieces off the airplane are splattered everywhere across the landing area. The speaker goes off and someone informs everyone to stay calm.
"Flight 265 from Europe to London has just crashed. Please report to the front desk if you have information on anyone that attended the flight," the voice speaks.
A sob escapes my lips as I fall to my knees. My mother was on that flight....
I shot up from my sleeping position in my bed and gasped for air. I wiped at the sweat on my forehead as I steadied my breathing.
'It was just a dream Teigh-Amo, mom's not coming. She's ok,' my inner voice calms me.
After relaxing myself I made a mental note to phone my mother later. I looked at the empty room with just one bag containing my clothes and the bed I was sitting on. I wiped my hair out of my face that was sticking due to the sweat of my bad dream. I tried to ignore the dream, not wanting to feel all emotional because of nothing on my first day in London. My mind drifted to the day before when I landed in London. I couldn't help thinking about the way Harry looked at me when I got off the plain. I walked in front of him but felt eyes on me, so I turned around to be met with his eyes scanning my body. Even though we only exchanged smiles after I caught him looking at me, the moment was breathtaking and I couldn't get it off of my mind. I didn't want the dream to be real except for one part; that the beautiful green eyed boy I had met might actually have stayed in London. He didn't tell me where he was going, but I wasn't ready to get my hopes high on him being in London. I didn't like him, we didn't even speak that much, but he was handsome. That was for sure.
I got out of bed and took a long shower to recover from my dream. I groaned as I noticed that I had no shampoo or body wash. I really needed to go shopping, and I thought that it might be a perfect time to get to know the city better. After my shower, I put on a grey jumper that had America's flag on and dark skinny jeans with grey converse and as I was looking for my phone I realized I haven't eaten anything since I got off the flight. I went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat but when I opened the fridge; nothing. I sighed and closed the door of my fridge as I saw my phone on the kitchen counter. I didn't even look at my apartment before that, but it was elegant and beautiful. I grabbed my phone sending a quick "I'm safe. Going for breakfast now. Love and miss you xxx" to my mother and father and walked to my room in search of my wallet. I saw it on the floor next to my bag and bend down to reach it. I needed shampoo, I needed body wash, I needed girly things, I needed food, I needed make-up, I. Needed. Everything.
"Shit why did I come so unprepared." I scolded myself.
I stepped back into my kitchen and took my apartment keys in my hands along with my wallet and phone. I locked the door of my apartment behind me after I walked into the hallway of the building. While walking to the outside of the building, I took in my surroundings and the people I saw. Also what they wore. I haled a cab and asked the driver to take me to the nearest coffee shop, I was unfamiliar with London; it would've been nice to have someone to show me around but I had to do everything myself. The cab came to a stop in front of a cute Italian coffee shop. I stepped out of the vehicle and handed the driver some cash, not bothering to keep any change. I walked into the coffee shop and the smell of fresh coffee caused me to moan.
"Can I get you something, love? " The waiter asked me as I took a seat. I looked up at the sound of his voice; it being the first British accent I heard since I landed in London. The waiter was attractive, he had bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. A smile that was lingering on his lips, it touched his eyes. I shook the thoughts from my mind.
"One extra strong coffee and an English muffin please" I asked hoping they'll have it on the menu.
To my relief, the waiter nodded and went to the kitchen. As I waited for my order, I gazed around the outside of the window. The weather was cold and windy, the clouds were heavy, just like London has always been in photos. But frankly, I didn't mind at all. I seemed to quite like it. Two couples passed the glass. They were laughing and smiling but I could hear there words through the glass. They spoke Spanish. I found myself wondering if they were in London on vacation, or if they moved to London like I did. I shook the thoughts away as the waiter returned.
"Here you go," he smiled down at me.
I looked at my order and my mouth watered. "Thank you," I told the waiter as I took the coffee mug in my hands.
"You have a pretty strong American accent," the waiter chuckled at me.
I looked up at him with a frown. "You've got a pretty strong British accent," I told him with a small smile.
"I'm Styles by the way," he held his hand out for me.
I took a sip from my warm coffee and placed the cup on the table before putting my hand in his. "Teigh-Amo," I told him.
"Like I love you?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Why does everyone keep asking that?"
He chuckled at me but kept his eyes on me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and combed a strand of hair behind my ear.
"We should keep in contact," he told me. "Here, take my number," he took a paper from his pocket along with a pen and scrambled his number on the paper.
And that's when it hit me....
I didn't have an England number yet....
Which meant that the message I sent to my parents earlier that day didn't deliver.....
I finished my small breakfast and coffee and payed for my breakfast. I smiled small at the attractive waiter and went straight to the shops. Well, I asked for directions from an old lady who gladly helped me. Once I reached the mall, the first thing I got was a new sim card. Afterwards I went through a few more shops, buying my toiletries and some extra jumpers and jeans because I wasn't properly prepared for the weather in London. I made a last stop at a grocery store and got myself some decent food that would have at least lasted me two weeks. I carried my bags to a cab I called-with a lot of struggle might I add-and went back home. As soon as I entered my apartment, I left the bags on the floor next to the door and took out my next sim. I texted my parents from my new number sending them what I had sent earlier, even though I already had breakfast and reached for the paper with Styles' number on in my pocket..
To Styles: Hi it's Teigh-Amo. Just wanted to check if you gave me the right number ;)
I texted him after copying his number into my phone. God I'm so idiotic. My phone buzzed instantly, notifing that I had a new text.
From Styles:
Hi love, of course I did x
I chuckled at his comment and put my phone away. The rest of the day I spent unpacking some of my clothes, the groceries I bought along with the rest of my things. After unpacking, I made myself a small supper and called it a day.
I walk out of the plain I was on, talking to Harry as we laugh along to something. I have my phone in my one hand and my luggage in the other as we both walk out of the airport. I want to get home but there's no use, being that my mother will land in about an hour. She decided to join me in London for a while, so she caught the next flight after mine. Harry pulls me to him with his arm around my shoulder.
"Goodbye, Teigh-Amo. I'll be seeing you around," he whispers to me before pulling away.
I watch him leave as he moves his body perfectly. He told me that he will be staying in London too, we also exchanged numbers. My stare is broken by cries and shouts from people all around me in the waiting room of the airport. I turn around alert and gasp once I see an airplane burning, pieces off the airplane are splattered everywhere across the landing area. The speaker goes off and someone informs everyone to stay calm.
"Flight 265 from Europe to London has just crashed. Please report to the front desk if you have information on anyone that attended the flight," the voice speaks.
A sob escapes my lips as I fall to my knees. My mother was on that flight....
I shot up from my sleeping position in my bed and gasped for air. I wiped at the sweat on my forehead as I steadied my breathing.
'It was just a dream Teigh-Amo, mom's not coming. She's ok,' my inner voice calms me.
After relaxing myself I made a mental note to phone my mother later. I looked at the empty room with just one bag containing my clothes and the bed I was sitting on. I wiped my hair out of my face that was sticking due to the sweat of my bad dream. I tried to ignore the dream, not wanting to feel all emotional because of nothing on my first day in London. My mind drifted to the day before when I landed in London. I couldn't help thinking about the way Harry looked at me when I got off the plain. I walked in front of him but felt eyes on me, so I turned around to be met with his eyes scanning my body. Even though we only exchanged smiles after I caught him looking at me, the moment was breathtaking and I couldn't get it off of my mind. I didn't want the dream to be real except for one part; that the beautiful green eyed boy I had met might actually have stayed in London. He didn't tell me where he was going, but I wasn't ready to get my hopes high on him being in London. I didn't like him, we didn't even speak that much, but he was handsome. That was for sure.
I got out of bed and took a long shower to recover from my dream. I groaned as I noticed that I had no shampoo or body wash. I really needed to go shopping, and I thought that it might be a perfect time to get to know the city better. After my shower, I put on a grey jumper that had America's flag on and dark skinny jeans with grey converse and as I was looking for my phone I realized I haven't eaten anything since I got off the flight. I went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat but when I opened the fridge; nothing. I sighed and closed the door of my fridge as I saw my phone on the kitchen counter. I didn't even look at my apartment before that, but it was elegant and beautiful. I grabbed my phone sending a quick "I'm safe. Going for breakfast now. Love and miss you xxx" to my mother and father and walked to my room in search of my wallet. I saw it on the floor next to my bag and bend down to reach it. I needed shampoo, I needed body wash, I needed girly things, I needed food, I needed make-up, I. Needed. Everything.
"Shit why did I come so unprepared." I scolded myself.
I stepped back into my kitchen and took my apartment keys in my hands along with my wallet and phone. I locked the door of my apartment behind me after I walked into the hallway of the building. While walking to the outside of the building, I took in my surroundings and the people I saw. Also what they wore. I haled a cab and asked the driver to take me to the nearest coffee shop, I was unfamiliar with London; it would've been nice to have someone to show me around but I had to do everything myself. The cab came to a stop in front of a cute Italian coffee shop. I stepped out of the vehicle and handed the driver some cash, not bothering to keep any change. I walked into the coffee shop and the smell of fresh coffee caused me to moan.
"Can I get you something, love? " The waiter asked me as I took a seat. I looked up at the sound of his voice; it being the first British accent I heard since I landed in London. The waiter was attractive, he had bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. A smile that was lingering on his lips, it touched his eyes. I shook the thoughts from my mind.
"One extra strong coffee and an English muffin please" I asked hoping they'll have it on the menu.
To my relief, the waiter nodded and went to the kitchen. As I waited for my order, I gazed around the outside of the window. The weather was cold and windy, the clouds were heavy, just like London has always been in photos. But frankly, I didn't mind at all. I seemed to quite like it. Two couples passed the glass. They were laughing and smiling but I could hear there words through the glass. They spoke Spanish. I found myself wondering if they were in London on vacation, or if they moved to London like I did. I shook the thoughts away as the waiter returned.
"Here you go," he smiled down at me.
I looked at my order and my mouth watered. "Thank you," I told the waiter as I took the coffee mug in my hands.
"You have a pretty strong American accent," the waiter chuckled at me.
I looked up at him with a frown. "You've got a pretty strong British accent," I told him with a small smile.
"I'm Styles by the way," he held his hand out for me.
I took a sip from my warm coffee and placed the cup on the table before putting my hand in his. "Teigh-Amo," I told him.
"Like I love you?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Why does everyone keep asking that?"
He chuckled at me but kept his eyes on me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and combed a strand of hair behind my ear.
"We should keep in contact," he told me. "Here, take my number," he took a paper from his pocket along with a pen and scrambled his number on the paper.
And that's when it hit me....
I didn't have an England number yet....
Which meant that the message I sent to my parents earlier that day didn't deliver.....
I finished my small breakfast and coffee and payed for my breakfast. I smiled small at the attractive waiter and went straight to the shops. Well, I asked for directions from an old lady who gladly helped me. Once I reached the mall, the first thing I got was a new sim card. Afterwards I went through a few more shops, buying my toiletries and some extra jumpers and jeans because I wasn't properly prepared for the weather in London. I made a last stop at a grocery store and got myself some decent food that would have at least lasted me two weeks. I carried my bags to a cab I called-with a lot of struggle might I add-and went back home. As soon as I entered my apartment, I left the bags on the floor next to the door and took out my next sim. I texted my parents from my new number sending them what I had sent earlier, even though I already had breakfast and reached for the paper with Styles' number on in my pocket..
To Styles: Hi it's Teigh-Amo. Just wanted to check if you gave me the right number ;)
I texted him after copying his number into my phone. God I'm so idiotic. My phone buzzed instantly, notifing that I had a new text.
From Styles:
Hi love, of course I did x
I chuckled at his comment and put my phone away. The rest of the day I spent unpacking some of my clothes, the groceries I bought along with the rest of my things. After unpacking, I made myself a small supper and called it a day.
Notes
Hello babies! We're back! We wrote the chapter together and we hope you like it! The next chapter will be up in an hour! Stay tuned ;)
So here's Teigh-Amo's flat if you were wondering.. (How it will look when she has everything there of course)
Kitchen
Living room
Teigh-Amo's bedroom.
An extra bedroom
Teigh-Amo's bathroom
An extra bathroom (yes I am aware that this is ugly but it's all that I could find. I'll change it later)
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