The Wallflower

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

I arrived at the airport and I’m having mixed feelings. I’m not sure if I’m excited or it’s anxiety. I also had given a thought about this decision and it’s fifty-fifty. I have no idea what exactly am I gonna do in London but my aunt said she already prepared everything.

I board the plane and now I can say I’m really anxious. I stepped in and started looking for my chair. I found it but someone’s seating on it.

“Um…excuse me but that is my seat.” I informed the person seating there.

I don’t know if he heard me but he didn’t move so I tapped him. After a few seconds he caught my wrist.

“Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?” The guy with a British accent shocked me.

“Oh sorry didn’t mean too, you’re seating in my seat.” I said with a fake British accent.

Then the guy stared at me for quite some time before he moved. I just rolled my eyes and sat down.

He then faced me.

“Do most American girls do that?” He asked.

“Depends, if she’s talking to a douche bag maybe.” I said sarcastically.

“I like the fierceness, are you always like this?” He inquired.

“Only to people who are pricks, oh wait how do you say it Britain tosser, right?” I then just gave him a fake smile.

“You know you’re really pretty but you’re attitude is unbearable.” He said.

“Thanks but didn’t you’re mother ever told you never to talk to strangers.” I let out a witty comment.

“Oh! She did but you know I’m not good in following orders.” He grinned at me.

Whatever, I hope the people that I’ll be staying at aren’t this annoying or I’d be crazy before I know it.

“Oh! So what now no come back?” He was really cheeky which annoys me.

“Have you heard of the word ‘fuck off’ because I really love to say that?” I stared angrily at him.

“Yeah I’ve heard about that, pretty nasty word don’t you think?” He asked over.

“I’m not really in the mood of talking to douche at the moment, so just stop ‘kay?” I told him because I’m really annoyed.

I should get used to the British accent and the witty comments considering I’ll be living there now.

I just sighed. I wonder what kind of people are staying at the mansion, I hope they’re really nice not like the one seating next to me full of air in the head and about to pop any time soon.

I put on my earphones and just listen to a really good music. After a few minutes I didn’t realize I was drifting off.

The next thing I know was that the flight attendant was announcing that we’re about to land. I slept the whole flight, guess I was really tired.

I took off my earphones and put it in my bag and just rubbed my eyes.

“Had a good sleep?” The annoying accent again.

“What?” I snapped at him.

“I’m pretty sure you drooled yourself while you’re asleep.” He let out.

Oh my god. I hope he’s lying, I’m pretty sure he was considering he’s bad attitude. Oh! I hate this guy.

Now we’re asked to move out orderly. I got my bag and I just realized it was a bit heavy.

“Needs some help?” He offered.

I totally ignored him, he’s the last person I would ask help from I’d rather endure carrying my bag than letting him touch it.

I move out and went inside the airport and realized he was following me.

“What is your problem?” I faced him.

“Woah, hold your horses If you think I’m following you you’re wrong I’m just gonna het my stuff.” He then walks off.

What a total shit.

Okay I’m probably a bit repulsive. I better stop this or it’ll be contagious.

I got my luggage and went to find a cab. Luckily, people in Britain don’t rush for taxi cabs. I went inside one and told the driver to take me to the address my aunt gave me.

While riding the cab I took it as a chance to have sightseeing. Nothing much to see but it was worth the ride.

As the cab nears its destination, I can finally familiarize the place. And I saw it the old mansion, well it doesn’t look old now but it looks amazing. I rolled down the window to have a better view. And I’m having flashbacks of the time I first arrive this place.

Then the taxi cab went in, it’s weird that they don’t close the gate. The car’s engine stopped meaning I’m really here. The taxi driver went out to unload my things and I also went out and gave him my payment.

It was weird handing out pounds rather than dollars but anyways I’ll get used to it.

I’d gather up my things and went up the stairway. Well this is it no turning back.

I stood in front the huge wooden door, I was about to push the doorbell when someone came out the door and we almost hit each other.

“Woah! Sorry.” He apologized.

“Uh…no it’s okay no harm done.” I assured him.

He then just stared at me.

“Um…might I ask who you are?” He said.

Of course he doesn’t know me obviously and I’m guessing he’s one of the boarders.

“I’m Allison Morgan, pleased to meet you.” I offered him my hand.

He then took it and we shake hands.

“Harry Styles, pleased to meet you.” He greeted.

Why is this guy nice, unlike that douche on the plane?

“Um…you’re not one of Zayn’s girlfriends are you?” Harry asked.

Who in the world is Zayn? And hello I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life.

“I actually don’t know him.” I answered back.

“Good, that’s good to hear. Wait, if you’re not Zayn’s girlfriend, who are you?” He inquired.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I’m the owner’s niece what a bummer.

“I’m Elizabeth’s niece from the U.S I’m supposed to arrive today.” I said.