the protector // h.s au

one

Saying goodbye to Mum was horrible, she just looked so sad.

I don't remember her being this torn when Gemma got her first client and had to leave. I suppose it's just because now she'll be all alone, even if she's not always home anyway.

I think she just likes knowing I'm here, sleeping or something.

She'd bid me goodbye at the airport and I'd solemnly boarded the aircraft. I missed her from the moment we took off but I kept myself distracted by reading about Flora Rose.

I read so much I felt like I knew her personally already.

But finally I landed and I was ready to venture in to the human world, which is where I am right now.

I look around the airport I'm in curiously, noting every difference between here and home that I cam find. To be honest, there aren't too many.

Some of the people here look a bit meaner, with their faces always all scrunched up like they just ate something sour. But other than that, it's mostly the same.

I smile at the odd person as I scurry through hectic crowds but only young children or old grannies seem to smile back. I never quite realised how bitter some humans are. Can't even take two seconds of their time to smile.

With a crammed backpack strapped to my back, a large blue suitcase clasped in my left hand my file in my other hand, I finally exit the airport.

Slightly nervous, I try to follow the steps that the file instructed me to do upon arrival.

This is all so new to me.

1: Hail a taxi once out side of airport.

Seems simple enough. Unfortunately quite a few people are at the taxi bay, wanting a ride. So I wait my turn and finally a guard directs me towards a waiting taxi.

I cram my bags into the car's boot but keep my file in hand as I slide into the back seat.

"Where to, Hun?" Asks the lady sat in the driver's seat of the taxi.

She looks around fifty and if you ask me, she looks quite kind. The slight wrinkles by her eyes crinkle when she smiles.

"Manchester University." I recite rather slowly, reading from the instructions.

2: Ask to be driven to Manchester University.

"Sure thing, honey. Won't be too long." She tells me, driving away from the airport speedily.

I nod at her before reading the rest of the instructions.

3: Go to the Western Hall dormitories. You are in room 178.

4: Get settled.

Well it seems simple enough.

For the rest of the car trip I watch the blurred images of the city through the window reflect on the screen of my phone.

I should've probably looked out of the actual window but I'm here now so there's no going back.

I thank the taxi lady and pay her, taking my bags and speedily entering the large building that houses my dormitory.

Finding my room isn't hard as there are signs everywhere to guide me. I feel a slight hint if anticipation as I arrive at the door of my room.

This is it.

The place I get to stay while I work with my very first client.

I slide my provided key into the ageing lock, having to jiggle the key a little before being able to turn it, but finally opening the door.

The room is not quite as breathtaking as I'd hoped but it's liveable which is all that counts.

There's a window seat bed against a window that overlooks a garden on one wall, a desk, shelves and drawers on another wall, a cupboard on the wall with the ensuite's door on it and then a mirror on the same wall that the door is in.

The furniture is all slick and wooden and I immediately find myself looking for patterns in the wood.

Slightly tired, I drop my suitcase on the bed and my backpack and file on the desk.

I kick off my shoes and skilfully flick them into the corner with my feet.

Immediately, I start unpacking. I have hits thing where I have to unpack straight away, I can't just have an overflowing suitcase forever. I would definitely say I'm not an organised person; in fact, I'm very messy.

But I do have some quirks, one of which being my need for unpacking straight away.

I fold all of my clothes and put them in the drawers casually, only hanging up a suit that somehow found its way into my suitcase (thanks mum) and a few jackets.

When I finish I collapse into bed lazily, not bothering to change.

I'm asleep within minutes of mentally planning out how tomorrow will roll out.

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A/N:

Sorry I know this is poo.

I'm at a friends and can't be rude and write an encyclopaedia.

But, this is all part of the story. No matter how short. You must get to know angel harry and how he works.

Flora comes in next chapter and that when the real action starts.

Next Update: Tuesday. (Probably - if not, Wednesday)

It will be longer and the last for a week unless you're lucky because I'm going on vacation.