I slam the door shut as I enter my new apartment in London with about a 6 shopping bags hanging on my weak arms, struggling. A lot. I had just flown in yesterday, and I have super bad jet lag. Damn. As I unpack my shopping bags, my stomach growls, the only thing I have eaten in the last two days is a pizza, I’m starving. I start cooking myself some spaghetti bolognas, boiling the water in the pan and the spaghetti balls tumbled in when the scorching hot water splashes up at my hands, ouch.
My Iphone rings, the caller ID says ‘mother’ I answer it running a flannel under some cold water to ease the burn. We have a normal convocation, after explaining about my horrible jet lag and what I have been doing other than sleep, I tell her that I need to go, I end the call after exchanging our ‘love & miss you’s’ and I return to making my food.
I played my music, Pixie Lott blasts through the house as I spill my food on the plate. Suddenly a knock on the door echoes through the house, startling me, I threw some spaghetti flying at the wall, I giggled to myself and turned my music down before heading to the door. When I finally manage to open it, there in front of me stands a cute, blonde man standing in my door way, he had big fat smile on his face, I didn’t know what he was doing here, or who he was but I thought it would be rude if I didn’t smile back, so I smile at him and introduced myself as Elizabeth, I hated that name.
He introduced himself as Niall Horan, I noticed a accent in there somewhere, but I could quite put my finger on it..
“can I help you?” I asked, unsure of what to actually say.
“well erm, I’m your new neighbour, I live opposite from you and I just wanted to welcome you to London, soo.. welcome to London!”He replied with, a big cheeky smile on his face.
I giggled and thanked him, I’m glad someone is kind to me here. When I moved from New York, I thought everyone was going to be rude and horrible to me, but I was proved wrong by erm.. Niall I think his name was? Well we said our good byes and i sat down to eat my dinner, I thought about Niall, he was cute and nice to me, I think his accent was Irish, I’m not quite sure to be honest. After i had finished eating, I headed to the bathroom, had a shower and went to sleep.
