The Photographer (Louis Tomlinson Story)

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Hi guise!

I thought I'd double update since I made you wait so long for that last update. So here you go!

Kisses,

Brianna xx.

Megan's P.O.V.

"Thank you for flying with us and welcome to London." The captain spoke over the intercom.

I stood up from my seat and picked up my bag. Getting off the plane was quite a hassle. Everyone was trying to rush so I got pushed all over the place. It wasn't pleasant.

When I finally made it off the plane, I made it to a bus. It was going to take me close to where I was staying.

Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of one of the smallest apartment buildings I had ever seen. It was only about 5 stories high, and about 10 rooms wide. Well it's good to know I'll be isolated, she said oh so sarcastically. I walked in and up to the front desk. Well it looked nice inside, so far. There was a young guy, maybe 24, standing at the desk. He looked friendly enough.

"Hello. How can I help you?" He asked with a smile.

"Hi. My name's Megan Mitchell. I rented a room online. I just moved here from America." I informed him.

He typed something into his computer.

"Ah, here we are. Megan Mitchell. Room 34. Third floor. Third door on the right." He looked up and handed me my room key.

"Thank you so much." I said and walked over to the elevator. I pressed the '3' button and waited for the elevator.

"Oh and Ms.Mitchell?"

I turned back around to the desk.

"I'm Jack, if you ever need anything, feel free to call room 13."

"Thanks Jack. I'll let you know if I need help with unpacking or anything." I said. Just then the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I stepped in and rode to my floor.

I stepped into my new apartment, and wow. It was huge! It had a full sized TV room, kitchen, a bedroom with the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on, a huge closet, and two huge flat screen TVs-one in the TV room and the other in my bedroom. The bathroom had one of those Jacuzzi bathtubs. I know what I'm doing tonight.

I walked back into the bedroom. I took off my shoes and changed into some yoga pants and a tank top and put my hair up in a high bun. I walked over to my boxes to start unpacking.

I finished two hours later. All my clothes were unpacked and hung up and all my other things were put where they go.

It was already 9:30 PM, but I wasn't tired. I really should go to sleep though, or I'm not going to want to get up at 8 AM tomorrow for work. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. I was way too lazy to get up and go to my actual bed. I fell asleep thinking of home and how mad my parents must be. Oh well...