London Underground (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 1

Simone's POV

I never liked getting up on Monday mornings. I like morning time any other day except Monday. I got the Monday blues really bad.

I rolled over to switch my 6:30am alarm off and took my phone into bed with me. I check Twitter and Facebook before putting it back onto my nightstand.

I swing my long legs over the side of my bed and stand up. I stretch my arms up and my silk pyjamas rise to show my stomach. They were a present from my mum for Christmas.

The floorboards creaked slightly as I walked across my bedroom and into the en suite. I let my shower heat up for 5 minutes because London water is really unreliable. When I stepped in, the water was perfect for once and I smiled to myself because of it.

My hair was due a wash so I washed my hair. The shower is where I like to make decisions. I also like to sing in the shower. My mum told me I had a really unique singing voice, but I never believed her.

After 20 minutes in the shower, I get out and wrap a towel round my body and brush my teeth. Then I head back into my bedroom to get dressed. I pick out an orange top thing, black ripped  skinny jeans and chunky black chelsea boots. I didn't need them for the height, because I stand at a tall 5ft 8 and a half, but I like them. (pic on side)

My hair is really curly, so I blow dry it to tame the curls a little bit. Then I put on a light layer of foundation and some mascara, and I'm done. I make my bed quickly, then walk out into the kitchen and living area of the house.

 My roommate and best friend Michael is sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. 'Probably hungover' I think to myself.

"Good Morning" I tell him and he smiles back at me. He goes out almost everynight, including on Sunday nights. I wish I could go with him, but I work Monday-Saturday, 9am - 8pm at H&M on Oxford Street. 

I walk over to the toaster and put two slices of bread in. When the toast pops, I take a plate out of the cupboard and butter my toast. Then I walk over to the table and sit across from Michael.

 "So I went out last night" Michael begins to tell me "And I met this girl". WOW HE MET A GIRL! SHOCK HORROR. Note the sarcasm. "What was her name?" I ask him. "I think it was Danielle, but I'm not so sure. I can't remember anything after this guy beating me up" he confesses.

"MICHAEL! FOR GOD SAKE!" I shout and throw my breakfast down in disgust. "I'm going to work" I announce. 

I grab my duffel coat and my brown leather satchel and put it on my back. I storm downstairs. HOW THE HELL COULD HE BE SO STUPID, ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME!

The guy in the lobby looks confused when I give him a dirty look. I'll need to buy him a box of chocolates later. 

I walk out to my black Ford Fiesta and get in. I take my bag off and put the keys in the ignition.

But the car doesn't start.

After 5 more attempts, I decide to just take the tube into the city.

The underground is only 2 minutes away from my apartment. When I get down there, the tube to Oxford Street arrives in 5 minutes so I take my headphones out and listen to some music.

The tube pulls up and I get on.

And that's when I saw him.