An Unexpected Meeting
A trip to London
Today was the day, I was on my train to London humming along to my favourite One Direction song. A few days before I'd been told I was being sent away on a training course for my new job and this was my first solo trip to the capital, to say I was nervous would be an understatement.
The company had put me up in the Radisson Blu Edwardian Grafton and to say the hotel was beautiful did it little justice. I was just excited to be in amoungst the bustling London streets. As I pulled into the station my phone buzzed, a picture message from my friend Emma. Every day we sent pictures of boys to add to our crush lists and I was in the process of persuading Em to put Niall Horan on hers, but she simply wasn't having any of it.
I grabbed my bags and made a dash for the barriers desperately trying to avoid the hold up and find my tube. On my way I walk past two teenage girls maybe a little younger than me, as I pass I hear them screeching how excited they are for the One Direction concert this evening that I was hoping to have been able to attend but missed out on tickets. I was gutted.
I checked into my hotel early afternoon and spontaneously decided to go shopping on London's notorious Oxford Street, which was not a stones throw away from the hotels front door. I grapped my beloved Mulberry bag, iPhone and made a dash for it. The main street shops were insane, before I knew it I'd brought a new pair of divine Kurt Geiger heels and a dress, instantly regretting it knowing I'd have no real occasion to use it.
Possibly two hours later the busy pavements of Oxford Street had left me exhausted so I headed down a cute like side street full of hidden boutiques. Just around the corner I found myself greeted by the most delightful little Mulberry bag shop that was just to iressistable to walk away from, I made my way in and was greeted by the view of many pretty little satchels, I was in love. I grabbed my favorite bag and turned to the till instantly crashing into someone knocking both my phone and theirs flying, I was so embarrased.
"I am so sorry, i'm such a clutz" I muttered as I began to reach for my phone.
"Here, let me" This mysterious blonde beauty answers as he grabs both my phone and his.
It's not until he stands up that I recognise the voice, I can't be. I glance around and notice security and the door and sure enough it is. Niall Horan is passing me back my phone and doing his adorable side smile. I am melting. Say something Caroline, SAY SOMETHING.
"T-thanks, I really am sorry" Is all I can manage.
"Honestly love, it's fine" he beams back.
I'm dead, I must be dead. This cannot be real. Still no response leaves my mouth, it's like my brain has shut down.
"You look a little muddled, let me grab you a coffee? I'd like to make up for balldozing into you" Niall pushes after may lacking responses.
Finally my brain sorts itself out and words leave my mouth:
"Sure, that sounds lovely, thank you" I manage with a small smile.
With that we both headed for the door and I could sense that things were about to change for me...
The company had put me up in the Radisson Blu Edwardian Grafton and to say the hotel was beautiful did it little justice. I was just excited to be in amoungst the bustling London streets. As I pulled into the station my phone buzzed, a picture message from my friend Emma. Every day we sent pictures of boys to add to our crush lists and I was in the process of persuading Em to put Niall Horan on hers, but she simply wasn't having any of it.
I grabbed my bags and made a dash for the barriers desperately trying to avoid the hold up and find my tube. On my way I walk past two teenage girls maybe a little younger than me, as I pass I hear them screeching how excited they are for the One Direction concert this evening that I was hoping to have been able to attend but missed out on tickets. I was gutted.
I checked into my hotel early afternoon and spontaneously decided to go shopping on London's notorious Oxford Street, which was not a stones throw away from the hotels front door. I grapped my beloved Mulberry bag, iPhone and made a dash for it. The main street shops were insane, before I knew it I'd brought a new pair of divine Kurt Geiger heels and a dress, instantly regretting it knowing I'd have no real occasion to use it.
Possibly two hours later the busy pavements of Oxford Street had left me exhausted so I headed down a cute like side street full of hidden boutiques. Just around the corner I found myself greeted by the most delightful little Mulberry bag shop that was just to iressistable to walk away from, I made my way in and was greeted by the view of many pretty little satchels, I was in love. I grabbed my favorite bag and turned to the till instantly crashing into someone knocking both my phone and theirs flying, I was so embarrased.
"I am so sorry, i'm such a clutz" I muttered as I began to reach for my phone.
"Here, let me" This mysterious blonde beauty answers as he grabs both my phone and his.
It's not until he stands up that I recognise the voice, I can't be. I glance around and notice security and the door and sure enough it is. Niall Horan is passing me back my phone and doing his adorable side smile. I am melting. Say something Caroline, SAY SOMETHING.
"T-thanks, I really am sorry" Is all I can manage.
"Honestly love, it's fine" he beams back.
I'm dead, I must be dead. This cannot be real. Still no response leaves my mouth, it's like my brain has shut down.
"You look a little muddled, let me grab you a coffee? I'd like to make up for balldozing into you" Niall pushes after may lacking responses.
Finally my brain sorts itself out and words leave my mouth:
"Sure, that sounds lovely, thank you" I manage with a small smile.
With that we both headed for the door and I could sense that things were about to change for me...
Notes
This is my first story, I really hope you guys enjoy! I'd really love it if you left me some feedback!Thanks for reading!
C xx
11/13/13