*Leslie's POV*
I walked in and scanned the apartment. Wow this thing is huge.
I wondered around the place.I went to the living room-witch by the way already had everything-and walked passed it and opened a door to my left and found the kitchen, I walked to the frige and to my surprise....
There was FOOD!!!!!!!!
Anyway, with my suitcase in hand, I walked out of the kitchen and walked further into the hallway, at the end were two doors, one on the left and the other one on the right.
I opened the one on the right, cuz I'm awesome like that, well anyway I found the bathroom, I closed the door and opened the other one and found what I was looking for.
My bedroom!
Hallelujah!!!
I walked in and set the suitcase down next to the bed, I plopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
*Five minutes later*
"I'M FUCKING BORED" I yelled at none, ugh I'm going out.
I graved my phone and black leather jacket and walked out leaving my iPod charging, graving my keys I opened the door and walked to the elevator.
I pressed the 'down' button and waited, I looked at the floor number it was on and sow it stop on six, someone must be going down too.
I waited until it changed to five, the doors opened and I sow..
Monse!
"Oh My Leslie it that you?" Monse asked in an amused tone.
"Hells yeah it's me Monse!" I said with a smile.
"You live here?"
"Yeah, I live here on five" I said walking in and pressing the 'down' button.
The doors closed and the elevator started moving down.
"Hey Leslie, not that it's my business or anything.." she trialed off.
"Uh okay, what?" I asked confused.
"I sow you were talking to..... uh... Liam Payne in the airport," oh now I see where we're going...
"Yeah... so...? What do you want?"
"Nothing it's just that when I told you I was gonna go..... ummm..... well I went to Starbucks and I sow you walk out and Liam followed right behind you and after like five minutes he walked in again looking at his phone with a scary grin, he looked like he wanted to rape the phone or something and well I just got scared......" she trailed off again.
"Well, when he followed me out he chased my cab and asked for my number, when I refused to give it to him he uh... took a picture of me."
Her eyes went wide "Really," she asked her face with mixture of confusing and terror.
"Yes," the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, we walked to the entrance, Monse opened the door for me and I walked out with her right behind me.
"Something else happened in the airport," Monse said with a smirk.
"Really? What happened?."
"Well I was walking out of Starbucks and I felt someone looking at me, so I scanned the airport and my eyes meet with another guy from the One Direction band," she said looking at the ground still smirking.
"Who?" I asked curiosity getting the best of me.
"Harry Styles" she said more like a whisper.
"Oh is it that guy with curly hair?"
"Yeah he is," she said finally looking up to meet my eyes.
Yeah! I knew I got his name right! I did a mental happy dance.
"And?! Then what happened?! Spit the sup woman! Spit it now!!!" I said eager for information.
"Well.." she paused, "He walked up to me and told me I was fit, and then asked for my name I told him... and then well he asked if I wanted to go with him to a hotel witch got me offended and well I slapped him and walked away," she said with a shy smile stuffing her hands in her sweater pocket, and looking at the ground,once again may I add.
I burst out laughing "Your beast Monse, I like you hahahaha your my ahahahaha new best friend," I laughed some more as we walked down the street, she soon joined me and we were both laughing and walking.
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