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Chapter 3

Quinn's POV

I search for my keys frantically through my bag, as I try to balance 2 boxes full of clothes. You've got to be bloody kidding me. What are the chances?! My first ever flat and I can't find my keys. I dropped the boxes and my bag down to the floor angrily, before sitting down onto the floor. I didn't realize how much I would struggle on my own, without Tyler, but I can't go back to him, not this time. I have to be able to prove that I can do this on my own, even if that does mean I will be spending my first night in the hallway of my flat building.

I don't understand how I can possibly be that stupid at times? I should've taken the building guys number – or whatever his name is. I search my bag once more for my keys, but nope nothing. I grab my phone and check my contacts. Who can I call at this hour of the morning?

"Hey? What are you doing sitting in the halls at this hour?" a voice questioned, from the other end of the hall. I turned to my right jumping up as quickly as I could – this guy had no problem in scaring the absolute crap out of me.

"Please don't kill me" I screech, Jesus I am a bit of a drama queen. But you can't blame me, you never know can you? He is out and about at 3am. He chuckled lightly, I watched him as he walked closer to me.

"I am not going to kill you, I'm just wondering why you're sitting in the hall way at 3 in the morning" he asked looking down at his watch before looking back up at me.

"Oh, well long story short, I just signed the lease to this flat and I have already lost my keys" I mumbled looking away embarrassed.

"Do you have Tim's number?" he questioned, and by the confused look on my face I'm sure he gathered that I had no idea who Tim was. "He is the main locksmith of this building" he added.

"Oh yes, Tim I met him, but I stupidly didn't get his number" I answered making eye contact with him. What is it with all of this British guys lately? Don't judge me when I speak like this, but damn he is hot.

"Umm" he cleared his throat causing me to break away from my trance. "I'm Harry by the way, I think I might have Tim's number on my fridge, ugh come with me" he smiled awkwardly, turning around to head to his apartment. Now, this can either go two ways, he will give me Tim's number and I will continue to be a living human or he is taking to back to his lair where he will murder me.

"Quinn" I replied quickly as I felt my cheeks heat up, I followed closely behind him as he walked back to the other end of the hallway, to his door. As we reached his apartment he pushed the door open with his foot – obviously not shutting it when he had come out to speak with me.

"Ugh, sorry about the mess, the perks of living with 2 guys" he apologized as he picked up some clothes from off the floor and chucked it towards what I assumed was a bedroom door.

"That's fine" I replied, what I hell am I supposed to say in a situation like this? Man this is awkward. I step into the apartment and stood there awkwardly as he walked over to the kitchen.

"Oh, it looks like it's not on the fridge it must be in my room. Take a seat if you like, I will only be a minute" he spoke pointing towards a bar stool, while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with his other hand. I gave him a small smile and sat down, while I watched him jog off down the hall. I look around his flat, it wasn't must different to mine except the fact that it was much bigger.

It been a good few minutes since Harry had left. I got my phone out and began to look through Instagram. As much as I love Instagram – how you can capture your life and post it online, I do kind of hate it. Looking through at how everyone is currently living an amazing life is quite a kick in the guts – pictures of them travelling the world, hanging out with their family, partying, it is everything that I don't have. My though were soon interrupted when I heard footsteps coming towards me from the hallway, I got off the chair assuming that Harry had come back with the number, but boy I was wrong.

"AHHH OMG" I screamed in horror as I had come face to face with some naked guy. I covered my eyes quickly as he began to the panic.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" his thick accent yelled with a rush of panic in his voice.

"What happened" Harry spoke anxiously running back into the room. I left my eyes covered not sure whether it was safe to remove my hands.

"There is a fan in our apartment! They just saw me naked!!" the other guy panic whispered, I lifted one hand off my face to see that he was covering his downstairs with his hands.

"She's not a fan Cal, she's a new neighbor. Her name is Quinn" harry replied with a bit of a laugh. A fan? Huh?

"Hi" I blushed, giving this Cal guy a small smile and wave. Man could this day get anymore awkward? Harry walked closer to me with a slip of paper in his hand, the number I assumed.

"Here's Tim's number, you should be fine calling him now considering it's your first time to have key troubles – just don't make a habit of it because he does get annoyed quite easy" Harry informed me handing me over the paper.

"Thank you so much, honestly you saved me a night in the hall" I smiled as I took the slip of paper off him.

"It's fine." He smiled back, I smiled awkwardly at Cal, before turning around to walk out of the apartment.  "Wait before you go" Harry spoke, stopping me.

"Yes?" I span around to look back at him.

"Have we met before? You look oddly familiar?" he asked. I looked at him awkwardly trying to think whether I had met him before. He does look a little familiar now I think about it, but I don't think I have met him. I looked at him for another few seconds before I remembered where I had seen him before – he was one of the people sitting at Simon's table, that night where his friend JJ was on top of a table sculling down a beer.

"Um, where you one of the people sitting at that table a couple weeks back where the guy, I think JJ his name was, was standing on a table?" I questioned unsure if anything that I had just said made any sense at all.

"Yes! That's where I've seen you!" he exclaimed seeming obviously pleased to figure it out.

"Well I've got to go. Thank you for the number" I smiled, turning my back to head out of the apartment. As I closed the door behind me, I heard Cal speak.

"Are you kidding me? Our new neighbor just saw me naked – for god sake, why is it always the pretty girls that I catch off guard" he whined, I blushed slightly as I unlocked my phone to ring up Tim – it's safe to say that it has been an eventful night or morning. Whatever.

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