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

Chapter Six - Songwriting part.2

Reagan's POV

I woke up to see that I was out of my sleeping bag and all spread out on the couch. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was already eight. I felt something on my face, so I brought my hand up and took off the note that was stuck to my nose. Sarah had left it; it said that she had work and I had to be dressed and in her flat by 10. I have no idea why, but I have learned that there's a method to her madness.

I didn't have much food in my flat so I decided to go foraging through Sarah's kitchen. She has so many coffee mugs in her cupbords. Not to mention the tea that is everywhere! She has a full shelf of different kinds of tea. She must really love that stuff.

I figured she wouldn't mind if I took one tea bag, so I chose a berry tea and started to heat up some water on the small stove top. I was looking in a cupbord for a some honey and a chain fell out and onto the floor. When I bent over to pick it up, I noticed it looked just like the one Harry always wears. Did he give a look-alike to Sarah or is it the real deal? I'll have to ask her later.

When my tea was ready I set it on the counter so it could cool and then started looking for something to eat. She had cereal and a lot of other food that I'm not really sure what they were because, well, I'm in London, not Vermont anymore.

So, I chose to take a quick trip to the bakery across the street. I obviously couldn't go in my pajamas, and I only had an hour to be ready for the day and in Sarah's flat. So I decided to make it a game. I started the stopwatch on my phone and I was off. I ran up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom and took a sharp right into my closet.

Since the weather here is so unpradictable, I decided on tan pants, a sweater, and a pair of cute tan booties. When I ran into my bathroom, I realized I had bed-head so I dragged a brush through my hair and put it up in a pony-tail.

I just randmly grabbed a bag hanging on the end of my bed and ran out of my room, down the small hallway, and down the stairs into Sarah's kitchen. I set down my bag and tapped my phone to stop the stopwatch. I was suprised to see that it only took me five and a half minutes to get dressed. Usually it takes me about 10 minutes to get dressed and do my hair.

I had plenty of time to finish my tea and go to the bakery before 10. I took a sip of my tea and picked up my phone just in time to see the text from Niall saying he hopes I have fun today. I have no idea what he's talking about. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have to be ready by 10 and in this particular flat, so I texted him back.

To: Niall ;)

what do you mean by that? i have no plans for today :p

From Niall ;)

Oh, umm... well, liam and i r going to go get some breakfast, so i have to go. ttyl!

To: Niall ;)

ok then haha bye...

That was the strangest conversation I have ever had. Well I know he knows something. Maybe Louis and Zayn know too. But I doubt they will tell me either. I would ask Liam or Harry if I had their numbers, but I havn't met them yet, so that would just be weird.

I remembered the paper airplane necklace that I had found earlier and  knew I wouldn't remember to ask Sarah about it later. To make sure I didn't forget, I decided to wear it. It didn't look to bad with my outfit either, and it blended in with my shirt too.

I finished my tea and still had 30 minutes to get breakfast at the bakery and be back by 10. I put my tea mug in the sink, grabbed my bag, and went straight out the door.

Harry's POV

Niall and Liam, Zayn and Perrie, and Louis and Eleanor had all left to go eat breakfast before I even woke up, so I was on my own this morning. It was already nine thirty, so I had a half hour to get to Sarah's flat to surprise Reagan and I knew that there was a small bakery right across the street from there. I sometimes go to the bakery before we have a meeting at the studio or at Sarah's flat and the fans already know about every move I make, so I'm sure there is going to be a bit of commotion.