Ch. 12: And a Bottle of Bailey's
My tour of Europe was fantastic. I sketched the Eiffel Tower, shopped in Amsterdam, tried escargot (it was gross), and even ate Swiss cheese in Switzerland.
Of course I met people, amazing people, but no one made as big an impact as that Irish singer I met in London.
On the very last day of my entire eight month trip, I took a cab to a little Irish town called Mullingar. I looked at the landscape, admired the people, and made my way into a little pub called The Corner House. I sipped a beer and chatted with the bartender.
When I stepped off my plane, back home in Michigan, I brought with me dozens of memories. And a bottle of Bailey's.
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And a Bottle of Bailey's (Niall Horan/One Direction fanfic)
FanfictionWhen Rachel flys to London, the only thing she expects is a great tour of Europe. All her friends tell her about how Europe is the perfect place to find love, and she ignores them. But if a certain Irish cutie makes it his goal to show her a good ti...
