Fall ~Grant Gustin~

Chapter 1

I trudged around in the kitchen making myself my usual cup of tea. It was 11 in the morning, on my day off. It's a bit to early to be up, if you asked me.

I sat down on the kitchen table silently sipping on my tea, nothing's better than tea on cold morning.

There was a knock at the door which snapped me out of my thoughts.

I mentally groaned, who could be knocking at the door this early, well early for me?

I dragged my slipper covered feet towards the door to reveal two guys.

The taller one had brown hair and emerald green eyes, whilst the shorter one had frizzy hair and a white chin. Weird.

"Hi may I help?" I asked with my cup in one and the other crossed over my chest, supporting the occupied arm.

"I'm Grant Gustin, and this is Michael Saunders. We just moved in next door, and thought maybe we should introduce ourselves" the taller one smiled.

"Eleanor Rose" I smiled pulling my hand out for him to shake. He gladly took my hand and gave it a firm shake.

I glanced at Michael, who may I mention was practically drooling, I had no idea that I could make anyone that mesmerised with my looks, and I only just woke up not even hour ago.

"Dude stop gawking at her" Grant slapped the back of his head, snapping him out of his fantasies.

"Hi queen- I mean mum-I mean fuck" Michael stuttered making Grant and I laugh.

He cleared his throat and stared at me with narrowed eyes, an attempt to look seductive. I must say, he was hot, but not my type.

"Hola mamacita, my names Michael, but you can call me daddy" he winked.

Grant threw his head back in laughter before calling him an idiot.

"Hey well at least it was smoother than your shit" Michael scoffed, glaring at Grant.

"Would you boys like to join us for breakfast?" A voice behind me asked as the door was opened up wide by Rachel. Who may I point out was only wearing a bralette and shorts.

"Holy boobs" I heard Michael whisper as his eyes ranked over Rachel's body.

"Eyes on her face mister" I laughed before I moved aside letting them walk in.

I had only just noticed that Grant was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a denim shirt under an cardigan with orange Aztec printings along with some black converses. Michael on the other hand had a black sweater with the explicit sign on it, a pair of black skinny jeans and some Nike trainers, God knows what kind.

"When did you all come down? " I asked as I saw my housemates all sitting on the table on their laptops.

I live three other people in this flat. There's Danny White, who I have known since I was 12. Danny is openly gay, which is one of the things I adore about him. He's one of those people who doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think. Danny is 22 just older than me by 5 months, which sucks, because he takes an advantage of it.

There is also, Tate Moore. One of the most inspirational person I have ever met. Tate is the most chilled out guy I know, and also the oldest in the house, 28 years old. Tate works as a part time street artist and tattoo artist, he actually done my first tattoo, let's just say it hurt like a bitch.

Then there's Rachel Lee. She's practically my sister, I've known her since I was 17, we met at our second year old collage, when she moved from Sheffield, to London. Rachel is my inspiration. She's legit goals af, I mean she's beautiful, has them curves and can get an man she wishes. Rachel is 2 months older than me, making her 22 as well.

"While you were answering the door" Danny huffed.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "what's up with you?" I asked.

"Zayn didn't actually come back to One Direction" he pouted.

I chuckled and turned my gaze towards Tate and Rachel who were introducing themselves.

Slowly Danny pushed himself off of his seat and went to introduce himself.

I took this opportunity to start making breakfast.