Horan Twins

Chapter Twelve

Bartley's POV

Rachel decided to show me her favorite resturant here in London, and I agreed.

I only had twenty pounds in my pocket, but Rachel insisted I didn't need any money anyways, only for cab fare.

So, with that in mind, I slipped the money into my wallet, and walked downstairs to meet Rachel.

Her shift had just ended, and even if she had just worked all day, she still looked presentable.

We linked arms, walking towards the taxi that waited outside the palace gates.

When we got into the taxi, Rachel gave the cab driver the address to the resturaunt, and we talked about our interests for the rest of the way.

"Tell me three things you like to do when you're not working." I said, as we faced each other in the car seat.

"I like to read, I go to school here in London, and this." she drug out the 'and' in her sentence, mentioning outside the car window.

The sign in the front read The Passage and I smiled, immediately getting the memo.

"This is where I go in my free time" Rachel said as I payed the cab driver and got out of the taxi.

"That's so thoughtful if you." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

I raced up to the door, so I could open it for her, letting her go inside before me.

Rachel led me through the doors of the homeless shelter, leading the way to the kitchen and handing me gloves and a hairnet.

A lady in the back of the kitchen said hi to Rachel, obviously knowing her and asking whom I was.

"That's my friend, Bartley." She gestured to me.

"Nice to meet you." I said, and her eyes seemingly looked in shock.

"American?" She questioned, and I only nodded back. We all got to work in the kitchen, making plates for people to eat now, and packages for people to take to go if they were traveling.

"This is fun." I said, and Rachel smiled.

"I wasn't sure if you would be interested, knowing your rich and all." she said, and I was confused. Rachel noticed my shock, and her eyebrows raised. "You live in the Royal Palace?" She said as if she was asking, even though she knew.

"My foster mothers are planning the royal wedding. I'm only here until William and Kate are wed. Then I'm going back to America for college, and other things. I am not rich. I am close with Prince William for the time being. I highly doubt that when I leave, he will ever think of me again. He has lots of royal duties to fufil, I doubt he has time to think about some worthless orphan." I said sourly. I didn't mean to be rude to her, I wasn't a rude person. I just didn't like the fact that she assumed that I was rich just because I was currently staying with the Royal Family.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." she said apologetically, and I instantly apologized for being rude as well.

I hated the fact that my birth parents aren't here for me now. What I would give to have someone whose actually related to me be close in my life.

Rachel and I continued working until everything was finished, and then we decided to eat something for ourselves.

Rachel and I decided to go to a resturant down the block, and after I insisted I didn't bring any money, she said I didn't need any anyways. I pushed the strange sense of déjà vu, down my throat.

While Rachel got us a table I stood behind her quietly.

"So we're getting the Special Meal and you can just get whatever drink you'd like. I recommend not getting anything besides a drink." She said once I pulled open my menu. I searched all over the menu for the Special meal, and finally saw it on the very back page in tiny letters.

The special meal is a five pound meatball with spaghetti and sauce. If ordered and completely eaten in a half hours time, the entire costumers meal is free. if not completed, the costumer will pay for his/ her entire meal.

"I can't eat a five pound meatball in a half hour!" I said to Rachel across the table.

"Don't need to. You can eat until your full, I'll eat the rest." She smiled at me.

"How many times have you gotten this and eaten the entire thing?" I questioned her, laughing a bit.

"Every other Friday." She said with no hesitation.

"Wow." I said surprised. "What else do you routinely do for fun?" I asked.

"Like to ice skate, but I don't go as often as I used to." She said sadly.

"We should go sometime." I suggested.

"Woah, woah, woah Bartley. Don't get too ahead of yourself." she said cheekily, wiggling her eyebrows in a way I never thought humanly possible. I laughed at her weirdness, crossing my eyes and making her laugh too.

"You're cute when you laugh." I blurted, covering my mouth and laughing at what I realized I just said.

"Don't be embarrassed, Bartley, you're cute when you laugh too." She smiled and I just sat there for the rest of the time as she rambled on, what did I ever do to meet a girl so great? I nodded every now and then, only listening to every other word she said.

When our food came, she stared at it anticipatingly. She didn't waste anytime in taking a huge bite out of the giant meatball, and I dug in myself.

Turns out, that night, we set a new record to the restaurant I didn't know the name to.

Rachel and I finished the meatball in three minutes and twenty two seconds. Setting a new record and getting a picture of us hung up in the Italian restaurant.

When the manager pressed down on the button on the camera, I did something I didn't think if ever have the guts to do. I grabbed Rachel's face, and pulled her lips to mine, just in time for the old lady to snap the picture.

Authors note

I don't think I've ever written a chapter so sappy.

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