Chapter 1

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A/N Ohayo! I decided that I wanted to write an Oliver Phelps Love story! I know my writing skills are awful but please enjoy!

"Mom! 2 more hours till the plane ride!" I screamed while packing my bags. I was Getting on a plane to London England. It was free since I got accepted to Oxford University.

I was obsessed with Harry Potter, my whole life I grew up with Potter. Now I was going to the homeland of Potter. 

I was born here in Florida USA, I dreamed about meeting two people..... James and Oliver Phelps. That's why I was so freaking excited to fly to England.

"Yea Elisia We all know!" My sister yelled from her room.

I looked up at my walls, It was covered with Harry Potter Posters and wands and Collectibles. I took it all off, It was kinda sad though, but knowing that I'm going to hang it up in my dorm made me even more excited.

I stuffed my clothes and props all into my tiny suitcase and brought it downstairs.

"Okay Elisia..... now you know you have to skype me. I also don't want you to get into any trouble!" She pointed out. I nodded.

"And most importantly.... NO BOYS!" She yelled.

"Yea, yea I know mom." I said not looking her in the eyes.

"Okay good, now off you go!" She said shooing me out the door.

I got into my car and drove towards the Airport, The drive took at least an hour. I ran out of my car and parked it, I then ran inside and gave my bag to the Flight lady. I quickly scooted over to the plane, and sat down in the best seat.

After that, I got my Ipod out and watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. During half way of the movie where Katie Bell Gets cursed I passed out.

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I woke up to a faint noise of a lady's voice.

"Hello???? Excuse me ma'm The plane landed already!" She yelled.

I woke up startled by the sudden noise, I got up and apologised and immediately got off the plane. There was the most beautiful sight ever..... LONDON!!!! I found my bag and got outside and ordered a taxi. I quickly got inside.

"Where to ma'm?" He asked in his British accent, I nearly died.

"Uhhh 17-25 Sloane Street, Knightsbridge, The Millennium Hotel please sir." I explained.

He started off, driving for what seemed about 30 minutes until we arrived at a nice hotel, in the heart of London. I took my suitcase and dragged it inside the hotel. The lobby was alright but the room, was just spectacular! I had gotten a suit for an amazing price.

I got Dressed into my Pjs and slipped into my comfy king bed. I turned on my laptop and put in the Deathly Hallows DVD in. Right before Harry was killed by Voldemort I fell asleep as soon as there was a green flash!

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I woke up to street noise, I got up and looked at the time. "22:00".

"Uhhhh I have no idea what 22 is!" I yelled pointing to the clock.

I groaned and got up and opened the curtains, the streets of London were filled with busy British people. I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of white skinny jeans and a nice warm  purple weasley sweater, it had an E on it.

I combed my hair and walked sttraight out the door, today I was getting a car.  I walked out of the hotel and called for a taxi.

I drove to a car shop and looked everywhere, until I found a perfect Red Mini-cooper. I bought it  with American dollars.

As soon as I got in my brand new car, I put my CD in the player. The Song "Livin' On a Prayer" by Bon Jovi.

I turned the volume as high as the tiny car could take it! I started singing to every single lyrics. I stopped at the red light and sang my heart out. I heard giggling and looked to the right of me and saw what I thought was a dream..................................Oliver Phelps.

I screamed and quickly turned off the music, and as soon as the light turned green I sped away. I stopped at the Hotel and ran inside.

"Good Afternoon Mrs. Baudelie why are you in such a bloody hurry?!" The doorman asked as I ran past him and into my room.

As soon as I shut the door I screamed.

"Oh my God! I just met the Hottest man ALIVE! Oliver Martyn Freaking John PHELPS! And.....He laughed at me." I quivered at the thought of THE Oliver Phelps laughing at MY singing. I ran to my bed and slept for hopefully centuries.

Was I being a bit emotional? Yea i would say so, but it kinda ruined my chance to meet Oliver Phelps without awkwardness......Why is it sooo complicated.

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