Learning how to fly (Niall Horan fanfic)

3 - Bumbing into someone

*Rikke's POV* 

As I sat in the flat all by myself, I had to admit that I felt a little lonely. Not that I'm not used to being alone, considered that I live by myself, but all the sadness I had inside me, which Mie always make me forget about, tumbled over me when she was gone. It had been good taking a nab, but now I didn't really knew what to do.

The only plans I really had for the next two weeks, was to take some pictures. If there's something I like, it's photographing, and I'm actually pretty good at it. I don't takes pictures of the thing other people does though, I always take pictures of the things people forget to look at. Things that just flow into the streets. I like these things, the almost invisible things, those no one notice. Maybe because it reminds me of myself.

I looked at the watch, searching my brain for something to do and decided to go get something to eat. Before I left the apartment I looked in the big mirror hanging close to the door. I sighed.

Let me describe myself. I'm not, like very fat, neither skinny. A good middle thing, I think... Well at least I'm not insecure about my body. I'm not very high, about 5'5

I have black hair, very short in both sides and half long on the top with a lot of curls. My eyes have a colour that looks a bit like a mix of mud and this army green colour. My nails are completely bitten down and hands are a bit rough. I wear a bit of different clothes than other girls, or... I don't know, I wear anything I think looks cool, then I don't care if it's men clothes or something like that. Like I said before, I'm very spontaneous.  

 And that's me, I guess.

Again, very different from Mie. She is slim with dyed blonde, half long hair, brown eyes and the nicest smile I've ever seen. Her nails are long and pretty and her hands are soft as silk. She wears quite normal clothes for a girl, she has style, no doubt, but it's normal. 

I ran down the stairs, eager to get outside. The apartment laid in the middle of the city, so I was close to most of the things I wanted to see. Because I've already been in London for a week, I knew I wouldn't get lost so I just walked around for a bit. I walked by a Starbucks and decided to by a cup of tea instead of some food.

I walked away from the big streets where there were a lot of people and went down a small and almost hidden street, looking for something to take pictures of. After my opinion London is one of the most beautifully cities in the world and I can already conclude that the forgotten places are just as beautiful as the rest of the city. As I walked with my nose in the air, looking up at the sky, enjoying the winter sun, I bumped into someone

"Oh for God's sake" I yelled as the cup slipped from my hand and hot tea burned into my skin.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't see ya, I'm sorry! " a boy said with a thick accent.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, I should've look where I walked" I mumbled, looking down the ground because I knew my head was completely red. I hate these awkward situations, I'm so bad at talking to people. Social awkward? Yup...

"No it was my fault, I'm so sorry" the boy insisted "That tea must be burning! Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"Nah I'm okay, I'v tried worse" I said with a weak laugh "And stop saying sorry, it freaks me out"

"Ye all right, sorry then" he laughed. 

That laugh sounded familiar.

"You said it again" I said which caused him to laugh even more.

I finally looked up to see a blond haired boy smiling at me. His eyes has a greyish but yet bright blue colour, he has braces, a cute nose, slightly red cheeks and slim pink lips. 

Woah I don't think I've ever called a boy beautiful before but there's no other way to describe the person standing in front of me. Beautiful. And hot, but that's not my point. 

Wait, haven't I seen that boy before?