Isn't she lovely?

Chapter 1

Getting lost into looking for Alaska, in a small cafe on a Sunday is perfect, far from perfect.

"The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive." I try to re read the words to process them in my mind.

As its very difficult to have a gorgeous boy with deep dimples into his cheeks, beautiful green jade eyes and a mop of curls sitting within 5 meters away from me.

I've been watching him for the past ten minutes, before I do any more looking, I decide to go and something from the counter.

I order a caramel mocha chino, as I am I waiting on my order a pair of unrecognisable hands place onto my small pair of hips, I absolutely freeze and have no idea what to do.

So I decide to turn to him, but of course clumsy me spills the mocha all over the counter bench behind me.

The pair of hands remove from me, I can't help but giggle because of how clumsy I am.

I grab all the napkins that are there and clean it all up and say sorry to the boy who took my order looking very annoyed from the mess.

I pay him a tip so I don't look so bad.

I turn around to see who those hands were, until I see the boy with the mop of curls again.

He grabs his chin and moves his thumb to his upper lip and can't help but smirk at me.

I'm not sure if I'm in disgust or surprised, I walk up to him being able to see his tattoos more clear through his white t-shirt.

"Was.. Was that you uhm.. Who put his hands on my waist?" I wasn't sure to ask.

But I could tell straight away it was him, his face was priceless and it was so obvious.

"Yeah, it was. I couldn't help myself babe, I would of made small gesture but I just couldn't like I mean, look at your body" his British accent isn't so thick as I thought it was.

He brings his teeth and chews his bottom lip looking me up and down.

"Well you should of just made the small gesture" I snap back.

And storm off away from him feeling nothing but complete disgust.

Never judge a book by its cover, I should of known one of those typical horny bastards.

After all he did maybe look a little too perfect right then and there, ugh stop Chris he's a jerk, I've been with too many of these boys in the past, I must move on from that category!

I grab my book, my bag and keys with my coffee and storm out of the cafe.

Not even double checking if the boy with the pair of extreme dimples was there or not.

Even though I could feel his deep green eyes burning the back of me as I left.

I catch a cab to my apartment, England is all so new to me as I just moved here just about two weeks ago.

England at the moment is snowing and it is so beautiful, but it doesn't have the same affect as New York.

Maybe because New York is where my childhood was.

Before I knew it which seemed like hours after all this thinking.

I was at my apartment I pay the cab driver 10 Euros.

I run to the front steps of my apartment building, freezing my ass off.

I open up the door and am greeted by the tall bald man who kindly tried to open the door for me.

I have to start remembering that there are people there to do it for me, I nod at the man thanking him with a small gesture.

I try to push the shiny upwards arrow for the doors of the elevator to open but before even my finger could even reach it.

A strong veiny hand does it for me.

I turn around and I am about to thank him for the help but of corse who is it?

Mr.Curly of corse, I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"I could of done it myself" I snap

As we both stand there and wait for the elevators to open, finally it opens before he could say anything and thank god there's other people in there.

I beat him going into the elevator.

I remain silent and just let the bunch of young teenagers giggle, until we go to an other stop.

The group of annoying teenagers exit here way out but still giggling over Mr.Curly.

"I know you could of done it yourself, but I thought I was show my sweet charming self." He smirks whilst winking at me.

"What are you on about?" I can not remember that far back but then my memory comes back

"Remember before when you sa-" I cut him off

"I remember" I whisper in a harsh tone.

Why am I whispering? It's only us two in the elevator.

"I saw your eyes check me out the whole time, nice trying to hide that you were. We both know we want each other." He eyes down my body then up to my chest.

"Uhm.. I wasn't even looking at you! You cocky prick!" I got caught off guard.

"Babe, I know I'm that irresistible" he smirks at me.

Maybe he is right, maybe because I couldn't and still can't take my eyes off the strong built standing in front of me.

Chris snap out of it!

"Well first how can you know that I 'want' you, just by looking at you at the counter and second I don't know even know your name." I snap.

"Oh, my name is H-" I cut him off.

"I don't want to know your name, and leave because this is your stop." I snap again.

Wow. Is it my time of the month or something?

"Thank god" I say over a breath.

As the strong built leaves from the elevator.

"Thank god that there is at least one decent looking man in England?" He holds the door and chuckles his way out.

I press the button to close the elevators as quick as I could, oh what a coincidence I live just a level above him.