That Perfect Stranger

Once I was on the plane and ready to go, I looked out the window at the dark starry night. I smiled and rubbed my hands on my thighs.

'I am so pumped for this!'

Yes I was alone, again, like usual. I usually went on holidays like this with my brother but sadly, He wasn't that interested in London. He kept saying it was a waste of good money and time and that he had better things to do. And my friends...well, I don't really have friends, sadly.

So why not go on a holiday by myself?

And anyway, I might finally meet the right guy. I'v always wanted to go to London my whole life, and here I am, on the plane to London.

I still stared out the small window as I felt someone sit next to me. I turned my head to see who was going to be sitting next to me on this loooooong boring flight.

It was a skinny pale man with short brown hair. I kinda like what I see, sharp cheekbones, beautiful nose.... He turned his head to look at me.

Big beautiful blue eyes and that perfect smile.

"Hello, I guess i'm sitting next to you."

I smiled and turned my head to look back out the window. Ok, so he's british, obviously heading home now.

I pulled out my phone and put my earphones in, starting to listen to music.

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I woke up and looked around me. Most the people around me were asleep except for the guy next to me. He had papers in his hands and he was reading them.

I slightly leaned over, trying to get a glimpse of what he was reading. Straight away he held the papers to his chest and smirked at me.

"Excuse me." I coughed and pretended that I didn't hear him. He silently chuckled.

"I see that your awake." I looked at him and smiled.

"So, why are you going to London?" He smiled.

"I...live there."

'Ugh great one Poppy! Of course he lives there he's british!'

He licked his lips.

'God he's beautiful. The way he licks his lips and...'

He was looking at me funny as if he was waiting for me to answer him. "Sorry?" He chuckled. "And you? Why are you going to London?"

I giggled and went red. "Oh um...um...i'm on a holiday." He nodded. "With who?"

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "No one. I was gonna go with my brother but he doesn't really like London."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? Well, everyone loves London."

I pattered his arm and smiled. "Well not my brother."

He looked down at where I touched his arm.

"You have cold hands." I went red again. "My hands are always cold." He nodded.

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Once I had gotten off the plane in London, the freezing wintery wind touched my skin.

I shivered a little bit and zipped up my jacket.

'Man I should of worn warmer clothes.'

I left the airport and headed to a Hotel. Once I got there I unpacked and stood by a window, looking out at all the busy traffic.

For some strange reason I couldn't stop thinking about that stranger I sat next to on the plane. He was very good looking but, I swear I have seen him before.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen. What I need is a nice warm coffee.

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I woke up feeling absolutely freezing. I quickly got up and turned the heater on, then rushing back to bed. I tucked myself in again and turned the tv on.

'What should I do today?'

I laid there thinking about it for a few minutes then I decided to have a look around, find the nearest food store. I got out of bed and started to get ready.

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It was absolutely freezing. I had been looking around for a while now. London was beautiful. Some of the really old buildings were amazing.

I sighed. So, day one, still no cute guys around and still no one I could probably hang out with while i'm here.

Everyone was really nice, even the people in shops. They were very polite and helpful. Some people even smiled at me as I walked pas-

I hit a firm chest, stopping me from my little day dream. I felt some hot liquid spill all over the front of me.

"I am so sorry darling!!"

I tried not to scream because of how hot it was. "I'm truly sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was going."

I looked up and realised it was that guy from the plane.

'Wow, he is really tall.'

He gave me some napkins. I took them out of his hands and started cleaning My shirt. "Hey, your that lady from the flight."

I was extremely angry at him right now but I had to hide the anger.

I smiled. "Yeah, I am." I threw the napkins in the bin and looked up at him.

He was looking at me as if he was expecting me to do something or say something. I coughed and moved around him.

"Have a nice day."

He smiled, showing me those perfect white teeth. "You too darling." I started to head back to my hotel.

I herd a voice yell back. "Sorry about your shirt!!" I looked back at him and smiled, then continuing on walking.

After a few seconds I looked back at the man. He still had his eyes on me as I walked away.

I giggled and shook my head. I swear I have seen that man somewhere! But where? Maybe if I had got his name I would know where I'v seen him. And the way he was looking at me as if he was expecting me to say something. Like, he was expecting me to...I don't know, i'm probably going crazy.

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As I walked into the main area the lady at the front desk gave me a worried look. "What happened love?"

I smiled. "Some guy spilt his tea on me." She gasped. "Thats not very nice!" I nodded. "Yeah, and it's one of my favourite tops."

I walked up to my room and took my wet shirt off straight away. I sighed.

'My favourite shirt! Of course! It had to be my favourite shirt.'

I got changed into another long sleeved shirt and started to watch tv.