Thank You Simon (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Ok so I'm writing the second chapter. I don't have much to say tbh. So yeah. Here is the story.

   I woke up to the feeling of the plane landing. "We have arrived to England. Please enjoy your stay and unboard in an orderly fashion" I heard the announcer say. I sat up and grabbed my things. I waited in the long line full of people trying to unboard.  Wow it's really crowded here.
    When I finally got off the plane, I double checked to make sure that I had everything, which I did. I stood there and looked at my surroundings. "I can't believe I did it!" I said to myself. I pulled my luggage behind me as I walked out into the parking lot. I looked over at one of those maps that were in a sign. I was 7 miles from London. "That's too long to walk. I'll have to call a cab. Let's see, I only have $20. I'll have to exchange it for the correct currency." I said to myself.
    I went back inside and went to the desk. I exchanged the money and went outside to call a cab. When the cab finally came I got in and told him London. The man didn't all much. It didn't bother me really. When we got to London he stopped. I got out and paid. It was the rest of my money. I'll have to live off of what I have, hopefully I can find a job or something.
    I walked around the crowded streets of London. Although there's a lot of people, it feels very lonely here. I walked all day into the depth of the city. I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was 4:15 PM. That doesn't seem right, it's dark here. "Oh..." I said out loud. My phones hooked up to Americas time. I pull up clock settings and change it. Wow, 9:15. I'll have to go to bed in about an hour. "Wait! No! I don't have a bedtime anymore!" I said out loud to myself, "but I'm still pretty tired..."
    I walked around a bit more and found a small park area. "I guess I'll stay here." I said do myself and laid down on the bench, I slowly fell asleep.
    I woke up to see the sun in my eyes. I sat up and looked at my phone. 10:00 AM. That's not bad. I'm not sure what I'll do. I guess I'll walk around town. I grabbed my things and started walking our of the park only to be stopped by a police officer. "Excuse me miss," he said, "but were you sleeping in the park?" He asked me with his British accent. "Um...yeah, I was." I said in my American accent, looking down.
     "Okay, this is a private park and we don't need people sleeping here. I'm sorry but you're going to have to find somewhere else." He said. He wasn't mean but he was stern, this must happen a lot. "Yes sir...sorry." I said. We parted ways and I went to go find a new place. This is pretty hard and it's only my second day in London. But I prepared myself pretty well, so I know I can do this. I entered London and found a good spot. 
    I set my bags down and pulled out my guitar. I started playing
"...IS YOU" by Xia. I was even playing the sounds if the words so I didn't have to sing. Then I started playing "Blackbird" by The Beatles. I think people recognized that more.
    Before I realized it, I was singing along. I hate singing in front of people so I'm surprised that I was able to. The only person I eve sang in front of was Olivia. She said I was really good. I don't think so but I just love singing! Now I was playing "So 4 More" by BTS. Wow, I'm impressed with myself. I guess certain situations makes people do crazy things. I wasn't looking at the people passing by when I was sang. I guess because I wasn't really singing for them, but for myself. I ended up collecting £7.
       I went to sleep on the street that night, and every night for the next month. It's now winter and and the nights are getting harder. I can't feel my legs and I'm too cold to get up and walk around. I keep playing my guitar, it's all I have for company, no matter who walks by and stops to listen.
    I was strumming my guitar and the. All of a sudden a felt a pain in my fingertips. It's was strange at first. I haven't felt anything in my fingers for awhile. When I looked down, tears fell down my face instantly. My fingertips were blistered opened and bleeding. I was crying, not because of the pain, but because I couldn't play my guitar. At least until they healed.
    After about the longest week of my life, my fingers were doing better. The man who works at the shop um near, gives me a bottle of water every day. If it want for him, I probably wouldn't be here. I hear the door open and I look over. He comes out and hands me a bottle of water, smiling.
   "Thank you, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be alive right now." I said. "Don't worry, it's not a problem." He says. Re goes back inside to help some customers. When he came out here to give me water on the third day I was out here, I told him 'my story' and he said that he would support me and give me water. He's so kind to me. I'm not used to it honestly.
    Another day has passed. I started playing the song Borders by Amber and singing too. But just to myself, to stay alive, to find a reason. Today on the streets were pretty busy. A man was walking by and stopped to listen to me. I didn't like him there. It made me nervous but just kept thinking that I was singing for myself. So I looked back down and continued to play.
    Three days later I was playing my guitar again, not singing. Then suddenly, I felt a presence next to me. A man wearing a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and aviators, was standing there. He looked to be in his late 40s. I stop playing and look up at him. He crouched down next to me. "You're very good at playing. " he said. "Thank you..." I said quietly. "What's your name?" He asked me. My name...I haven't thought about it in awhile. No ones cared to ask. "Willow...East." I said, hesitating on my last name. It reminded me of my parents.
    "What are you doing playing out here in the cold alone?" He asked. I told Jim my story and how I've been living out here for about a month now. But...who is this man? Why am I telling him all these things? I guess because I want someone to talk to. To socialize and feel like I'm there. "I'm sorry that happened." He said, "how about I help you out?"
    "H-help me out?" I said. "Yeah, you could stay with me. I have six extra bedrooms so there's plenty of room." He explained. "Oh no, I-I couldn't. I don't want to be a burden. Besides, we just met, I don't even know your name." I said.
    "Oh yeah, my name is Simon Cowell."