Ross Lynch Imagines

London

A/N: It has been awhile since I wrote a destination imagine, so please do enjoy. This will be in 1st POV.

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   Drops of rain stream down the window, making the world outside appear blurry and in distress. I gaze outside the window, the city lights distorting in bizarre flashes and figures of pedestrians flocking the streets hastily moving about. The sky above is quite grey and cloudy, even with the sweltering steam hovering over skyscrapers. In the distance I can pinpoint the Big Ben, the tall, narrow elegantly designed building towers through the foggy rainfall, its structures enhanced even more. It is a dreary, stormy day in London but everything is still quite beautiful, even from the interior of my hotel room.

It is my second day in London, and I will only be here for five more days. I am here on vacation, taking some time off from work and my everyday life back at home. This vacation is suppose to provide me some leisurely, stress-free time by myself but I am at a lost. Yes, this extravagant vacation to London, England is scenic and stress-free, but I feel as if something is missing. I feel bored and...lonely. All along I thought traveling alone would offer me a sense of independence and flexibility, but I find myself yearning for company.

I tear myself away from the window, shuffling my bare feet across the carpet, collapsing onto one of the queen beds. I blankly stare at the smooth ceiling above, pondering vagrant thoughts. I try thinking of ideas of what I could do today to pass by time. Today I had made plans to go to Hyde Park, but those plans had been destroyed by all this rain and thunder. When I arrived two days ago, I had been mainly feeling jet lag from my eleven hour and twenty-five minute flight so I didn't have the energy to do much of anything other than check some local coffeeshops I could visit mornings before going off to do something, and then I ate a quaint restaurant where I had a traditional, comfort food London meal. It was delicious. It came in a dish as a smaller pie, with warm, chewy dough filled with seasoned potato slices, steak chunks, and creamy celery soup. Then yesterday, I visited the Big Ben and an architectural church. And today, it is nearly noon and all I have done was eaten breakfast from room service, flipped through channels, and laid here in bed doing nothing. I don't want to waste a whole day moping around my hotel room, so I suppose I could roam through the city a bit. I'll wear a coat and borrow an umbrella front the hotel lobby and aimlessly stroll about. I mean, it's better than doing nothing.

I peel my body off the unmade bed, merging into the bathroom, closing the door until it's just slightly ajar and I begin to undress myself. I draw back the shower curtain and reach inside to wrap my hands around the cool metal faucet. Water pours from the shower-knob as I twist the faucet all the way to a warm temperature. Once I am satisfied with the water temp, I cautiously step inside the shower cubicle.

After my shower, I grab a clean, white towel to wrap around my wet body and emerge from the bathroom. I toss my suitcase on one of the beds, unzipping it and rummaged through my bag in search of an outfit. Since it's raining outside and it must be quite chilly, I settle for a pair of blue skinny jeans and a white sweater that hangs kind of loose, exposing my shoulders no matter how many times I pull and tug on the neckband. I quickly get dressed and comb through my hair until it is knot-free. I reach inside my suitcase again, pulling out my makeup bag and returning to the bathroom again to apply my makeup.

    I draw a thin layer of black eyeliner underneath my eyes and apply mascara onto my lashes until I can see them when I blink. My skin is pretty clear, so I decide to not put any foundation on. Although, I make time to blow dry my hair, not wanting to walk out into the cold air with damp hair. I don't bother styling it, figuring the rain would ruin it anyway so I just ruffle it up a bit and be done with it.