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Chapter 3: || ERICA ||

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I woke up around 10:30 the next morning. I rolled out of bed with my pink tank top and gray sweatpants and put on my moccasins and forced myself down the stairs to go eat breakfast. I usually go hang out with my friends, but today and every day that I'm in London, I am bored out of my freaking mind.

I got a bowl when I got into the kitchen and grabbed Frosted Flakes and Rice Krispies. Call me weird, but don't knock it till you try it. I poured some milk into the bowl, got a spoon, and went into the living room. As I sat down, I realized that I probably won't get off of this couch today, except to go to the bathroom and get food, so I hobbled back into the kitchen, the old lady that I am and put the cereal away and put the milk back in the fridge.

I went back out to the living room, again, and sat down eating the now soggy cereal. I turned in the TV and decided to watch The Hunger Games.

My phone vibrated on the table, signifying that I had a notification. Twitter. Typical. I went onto my DM's and saw that I had one from Niall. I clicked on it and it said, 'Do you want to hang out today?'

I replied with a quick, 'yeah, sure.' and realized I actually needed to look somewhat decent. I put the empty bowl in the kitchen sink and headed upstairs to my room. I had a debate with myself to decide on what to wear. My eyes landed on a white lace shirt and a red skirt. I put both items on my unmade bed and went back into the closet to see what shoes I should wear. I figured since it wasn't snowing- for once- that I could get away with wearing my TOMS. I grabbed them and threw them on the floor all alone next to my bed. I checked my phone before taking a shower and I saw that Niall had responded to me.

'meet me at willowhill about... 1?'

'okay. see you then.'

I put my phone on the vanity in the bathroom and got in the shower. I washed my hair and decided to shave my legs too. Even though I didn't want to, I still did, because, frankly, I looked like the spawn of Bigfoot.

I got out after about an hour and put on my robe. I blow- dried my hair until it looked like a lion's mane and brushed it out, putting it in a side fishtail braid. I looked at the clock. 12:10. I hurried to my makeup on, deciding it would be faster if I only put on mascara and minimal blush.

I got dressed, put on my TOMS, grabbed my phone, went downstairs to get my coat, and then remembered I hadn't brushed my teeth. I groaned, running and tripping back up the stairs bushed my teeth and went downstairs. I got my coat, again, and walked out the door.

I figured it would take about a half hour or so to get there, and then I remembered going there before. And since it was almost 12:30, I might be a little late, or a little early, depending on the London traffic.