I wonder if the sun ever shines in London. I handed the cab driver a 10 pound bill and got out of the taxi. I pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and then watched the taxi fade away in the distance. I turned my head towards the house in front of me. I walked to the side walk and a rain drop bounced off my shoulder.
"Oh joy" I though and pulled my bags to the front door digging in my pocket for a key that was sent to me by mail. I unlocked the the door of the flat and noticed the lawn was mowed, the bushes were trimmed and there was a fancy looking car in the drive way. Yes, my roommate was a boy, just like I'd hoped. I wasn't going to take any girl drama, I figured it was the best to live with a guy. I smirked before I set my bag by the door and examined the apartment from where I was standing. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen, exactly what I wanted, a modern flat. I could hear someone shuffling in the room near by, I figured it was my roommate.
"Uh, Hello?" I called but there was no answer. "Are you deaf or something?" I said a couple of seconds later. If it isn't already obvious, my patience is short. I decided to ignore the fact that my roommate was like Helen Keller and help myself with a glass of water. I found my way to the kitchen and opened every cupboard to find some glasses, but I couldn't. I glanced at the sink and thought for a second, I was really thirsty from the flight here and I didn't have another option. I unfolded my hands and walked towards the sink. I turned the tap on and held my hair with one hand. I put my head under the sink and felt the cold water on my lips as I pouted. It was an awkward way to start a semester. The shuffling around the house stopped and I noticed it at once.
"Whose there?" a panicky voice asked. My jaw dropped. The sexy, British accent played in my head. I froze, I felt like a complete idiot as the water still lashed against my face. I jerked my head up and turned towards the boy in front of me. There was a boy with curly brown hair standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a toothbrush in his hand. He looked as stunned as I did. Oh damn, sexy.
"You're my roommate?" he asked. He half-smiled at me
"Isn't it already obvious?" I blurted and then turned around to shut the tap. He smiled at the ground and shook his head.
"I'm Harry" he said after a couple of seconds and looked up at me and showed off his dimples even more. I was liking this place more and more by the second.
"Carly" I said while wiping the water off my face. I tucked a strand of my brown had behind my ear before I actually smiled at him.
"And what might I ask were you doing with your head in the sink?" he put his hand in his pockets and continued to smirk.
"Oh, I was thirsty" I tried to sound as cool as possible. "You should probably put cups on your grocery list" I said putting one of my hands on my waist and giving him a light smirk.
"Our grocery list" he corrected and leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.
"But don't worry, I'll be sure to add it to the list, legs" he said while examining me from bottom to top and smirking. I paused glancing up, an eyebrow raised. He stood there looking down at me with his hands stuck casually in his pockets.
"What did you just call me" I asked to confirm weather what I heard was right.
"Legs" he looked into my eyes and answered without shame. "And very good ones too" he looked back down at my legs and smirked again. Such a cheeky bastard, I thought to myself.
"Oh well aren't you a man whore" I smiled innocently at him while I began walking towards my bags.
"Oh yes cause seem like a bucket full of sunshine yourself, legs" he replied keeping up the nickname.
"Moron" I spat while picking up my bags which were set by the door.
"Prat" he replied as sweetly as an angel. Your bedroom is down the hall and to the right, nothing fancy, but neither are you" he as I started towards him. I gave him an arrogant look and narrowed my eyes.
"Oh and legs, I'm having some friends over later on so keep it down will you?" he said. I ignored him and went to my bedroom. He was right, it was nothing fancy. It had a bed in the center and the walls were bare.
"I was just wondering" Harry popped his head through the door. I turned around as quickly as I could to face him.
"What?" I muttered impatiently.
"Are you single?" he smirked
"Why do you care?" I said and walked towards my bed and sat down
"Just curious" he smiled.
"Well you're gonna have to find out yourself" I lay back on my bed and he smirked before he left my room. I began putting in all my things and did up the walls. After I was done I plugged in my i-pod to my docking station and then blasted some music to annoy Harry.
I opened my laptop and logged on twitter, I was going through my homepage when I noticed Isabel, my best friend back home in Canada, had reweeted something recently. "@NiallOfficial: Off to @Harry_Styles I'll talk to you guys later" I clicked on '@NiallOfficial' and read the bio, Isabel was a huge one direction fan, I never cared for them. I would just hear their songs on the radio every couple of hours, but never paid attention to them, individually. I got bored of twitter after a while so I shut my laptop and picked my phone up from the side table. I sauntered out of my room while texting Isabel. I asked her how were things in Toronto and I asked her how was she holding up. She and her boyfriend had just split up, he went to Australia for college so it was a mutual decision, but Isabel was still totally devasted. I saw a glimpse of a figure standing in the kitchen as I walked out of my bedroom.
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I deleted my other story but i made this one insted becuase i already wrote it out so i hope you like it
Love Serena
