When You Live in London (One Direction Fan-Fic)

Chapter Two - Meeting The Irish Man

Reagan's POV         

I just finished my breakfast of Captin Crunch and orange juice when my phone made a funny noise. It was Sarah. I walked over to the coffee table where I'd left it and looked out the window at the beautiful buildings I could see from the flat.

From: Sarah :P

Hello, so I've been thinking about how your not that familiar with the town. If you want, you can come to work with me for half a day and then after I can show you around. I'll come up later.

I always wonder why she texts me when she can just come up the stairs that join our two flats. She's probobly still in bed knowing how she can be about waking up.

To: Sarah :P

Aww, thanks, that so sweet. Sure, I would love to come to work with you, but you don't have to come up, I'll come down after I'm done getting ready.

I sent the text then walked back to the kitchen and set my bowl and glass in the sink; I really wish that I had a dishwasher. I never did like doing the dishes when I was younger and I'm till not that fond of them. I quickly turned the corner, going down the small hallway to my bedroom. I ran into my closet and started rummaging through my clothes.

After about 10 minutes, I finally decided on a dark purple peplum top, converse to match, leather pants, my favorite camera necklace, and the small handbag Sarah got me a few days ago as a housewarming gift. She's a hoot! I wasn't feeling up to really doing anything with my hair, so I just put it up in a bun. I figured it would take Sarah a while to get out of bed and get ready, so I walked into the living area and sat down on the couch.

I didn't really know any good shows that were on, so I went to Netflix. I decided on Big Bang Theory. I only got about half way into the episode when Sarah texted me telling me that she would be ready in a couple minutes. I shut the TV off and slowly got up. I stretched then walked over the island in the kitchen and grabbed my handbag, tucking my phone into it.

Our two flats were connected by one flight of twisting stairs. They were right int he middle of the flats and right next to my washer and dryer room. As I climbed down the winding case, I could hear Sarah running around her flat trying to get ready.

"One sec, I'm almost ready!" I heard her yell from her bedroom.

"Ok, I'll wait in the kitchen!" I yelled back.

I sat down at the island and took out my phone. My case is black with SELFIE written on it in bold white lettering. I opened up Twitter and tweeted "off to work with my new bud, @SarahT and we're gonna have a fun filled day! :)", followed by a picture of her and I. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, so I put my phone away.

"What did you decide on?" I asked standing up.

"I picked this all out by myself! Do you approve?" Sarah asked with excitement and a hint of sarcasm.

"I love it!" I replied. She was wearing a navy blue lacy top, black shorts, black high-tops with gold studs, and she had a very shiny H&M bag. She always looks good, no matter what.

She smiled then asked "Are you ready to go?"

"I was ready 10 minutes ago. The questions is, are you ready to go?" I asked returning the smile.

"Yes, I'm ready. Who's car do you want to take?" 

"We can take yours if you want," I said standing up.

"Sure, lets go." She agreed with me then we raced over to the door.

We parked outside of a nice brick building. It looked about six stories high and had some white trimming around the windows.