Part 4 (Y/N's point of view)

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I started to panic, I ran up and down the platform and I was so terrified of what lied ahead. The next train wont arrive until a month, since the train stations would be shut for the holidays. I am doomed. I am the only one here and I am freezing to death. At this point I couldnt breath, I was that scared. Until I saw this man. He was around 6'4 and he looked my age. Maybe a bit older but by a bit. He looked at his watch and saw md staring at him. My face turned red in embarrasement. I heard footsteps approach me. This is where I die, for sure. And a hand was resting on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and to my surprise it was the man who was checking his watch.

"Are you alright? You dont look well, or per say in the right mind set." He said in a gentle voice.

"Well I was supposed to stop at Stanmore but I dozzed off and missed my stop. I didnt expect to be in Waterloo.." I said in a low and upset voice.

"You arent the only one." He replied
"I also missed my stop, supposed to also stop at Stanmore but missed it."

"Oh, I guess we are even then." I said.

"Well my apartment is in Waterloo, I was visiting a friend of mine. You can stay at mine for a bit if you want."

His voice was so soothing and breath-taking. Unlike my russian accent he sounded nice.

"Sure, that would be lovely and ever so kind of you sir." I replied.

"Call me Will, or Wilbur. Whichever suits you best." He said.

"Ok, Will. Sorry for calling you sir, if it was embarrasing! Im new in London haha." I managed to say outloud.

"Oh ha, youre not around here? Where you from?" He questioned.

"Im from Russia, and my names Y/N if youre wondering!" I said nervously.

"Oh thats cool Y/N!" He replied.

"Here I can take you to my place right now if you want Y/N."

"Thats fine by me Will."

He took one of my bags that was around my waist and he put his arm around me. I have never felt so well treated ever in my life. I put my arm around him also. I felt this feeling in my tummy and it felt strange. Is this what falling in love is?

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