Prisoner h.s

chapter seven- Coffee or Tea

Althea's pov

I wake up by the sunlight blinding me, I keep forgetting to close the drapes. I'm used to my apartment being in the shade all the time, since I live surrounded by trees. But here I am in Manchester, living on one of the busiest streets. 

I'm just saying that, I actually don't know the busiest street.

I yawn loud enough that I heard my ears pop, my muscles were so tense from sleeping in the fetal position for so long  so i stretch into a long star in my bed and stay still for a few seconds. 

I can hear some birds chirping from a far, as if they're greeting all the busy business men walking to work. 

I hop out of bed and go to the little coffee machine they provide for us. I look down at the capsules, I couldn't help myself but to sigh. The coffee grains suck ass here, however the tea here is top notch quality. How do I know this? My mother is a tea fanatic. You could never catch her without a mug of some herbal tea.

I'm personally not a tea gal. Coffee all the way, which is to my disadvantage here since I'm in well, Manchester. 

I grab the sugar packets in the left corner of the table ripping five of them at a time poring them all into the bitter coffee.

I bring it to my mouth taking one second to taste it, instantly regretting it.

I bring my nasty british coffee to the bathroom, dumping it into the sink. Where's my chai latte when I need it.

I walk back to the coffee table placing my empty mug next to a napkin, napkin? 

Oh my god the napkin

I flip it over to see the number Zayn left me last night. His so called lawyer that could help me. I honestly need all the help I could get.

I hope he isn't scamming me.

I dial down the number expecting to to be a Pizza Hut but a man actually answers,

"Ello?"  God why does that voice sound so familiar..

"Hey this is Althea, Zayn said you could help me with a case.. He told me you're really good lawyer.." I'm literally so embarrassed right now I want to crawl out of my skin.

" Oh now did he? What case are you working on?" 

".. The Styles case." God I hope he doesn't hang up on me right now.

"The Styles case? God that's a big one innit." His accent is so strong yet so familiar I cannot pin point it out for the life of me.

" Yeah It is. My professor signed me up for it, and I really don't want to fuck it up."

" Professor? How old are you?"

" Twenty.." hearing my own insecurities come through my voice.

" Oh dear lord, poor kid. I'd gladly help you we should just get some thing clear. How about over some coffee?"

Thank god he said coffee and not tea.

" Thank you so much, how about today at noon at Coco Café? it's right next to my hotel. I have to go see Harry around three o'clock also, you're welcome to come along."

" Sure thing love, see you at there."

I forgot to ask his name, 

"Wait, I didn't catch your name."

" Louis Tomlinson, Bye Althea.."

" Vela" I continue his thought

The line goes flat as I set my phone down to go get ready to meet up with my new,