Ingénue // d.h.

one

I looked out of the airplane window as we started to drive down the runway. This would be the last time I would ever see America in years, if not forever. I'm leaving my family behind, my friends, everything I've ever known. I can't help but feel somewhat emotional. I feel like everyone will be disappointed in me, once they find out I've gone. I never told anyone I was leaving, for fear they'll track me down or try and keep in contact with me. I couldn't stay here any longer. I had to get out. I want to be completely alone.
As we lift into the air, I text a heart to my best friend, for the last time. Almost immediately my phone dings with a text from her.

Estelle:♥️
Estelle: Everything okay Maria?

I smile as a tear spills out. I put my phone on airplane mode, pull up some Nirvana, and slowly fall asleep.

As we touch down in London, the guy sitting next to me shakes my shoulders to wake me up. I quickly get up and grab my luggage from above, exit the plane and run to the bathroom. I lock myself in a stall for a few minutes, trying to push back the tears that suddenly started to well up. A few slip out, but I was able to collect myself. I would be lying if I said that it was easy. Or that I wasn't terrified of leaving everything behind. I had grown up so sheltered from the outside world that the thought of facing it completely and utterly alone with no guidance whatsoever, scared the living shit out of me. But I knew I had to do this by myself.

"Is someone in here?" A lady shouted at me while knocking on the door. I quickly wiped my cheeks and unlocked the stall and was greeted by a girl with brown hair in white shorts.

"Go ahead" I mumbled. I walked over to the sink and splashed some water on my face before leaving. As I walked out of the airport, I catch a cab and give him the address to my new place. He tried making small talk with me, but I couldn't really focus on what he was saying.

As soon as we get there, I pay and say thank you as he quickly drives away. I can't help but stare at my new home. I take the elevator to my floor and walk towards my door. I'm almost too afraid to go in, for whatever reason. I sigh loudly.
"Here we go.."

Dan's POV
I wake up to the space next to me empty. I look up to see her clothes are still on the floor. She then emerges from the bathroom in a towel, hair soaking wet. I look at the clock. It's currently 12:30 in the afternoon.

"Good morning love, I had a lot of fun last night." She winked at me.
"Yea me too." I said getting up from the bed to find my boxers.
"What do you say we go for round two?" She said, dropping her towel.

"I think you should get going." I say as I put on my pants and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I open the fridge to find some leftover fruit salad and begin picking at it. I then hear my front door slam shut, indicating that she left. Didn't catch her name. Although they're never important anyways.

Maria's POV
I open the door to the flat. Inside there's a large black couch with a small dark brown table in the middle of the living room. Across from the table on the other side was a small black ottoman, matching the couch. Right next to the couch was a tall fake plant. Very minimalistic, which is what I was going for. There was a small balcony next to the plant, the windows covered with white, light curtains.

The walls of the entire flat were white. Except it wasn't the regular shade. It was dark white, that made every inch of this place look extremely depressing.

My room was no exception. It had a nice balcony overlooking the city like my living room, and a closet. There was no furniture other than an empty bed, a small black bedside drawer and a comfy brown chair. I wasn't complaining though. I didn't need anything else.

As I settled all my stuff in, I couldn't help but feel that same overwhelming feeling of sadness I felt at the airport. I walked to bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

"You're okay, Maria." I whispered to myself. "You're in control of your life. No ones going to bother you anymore. You're gonna do just fine." I sighed deeply, splashing some cold water on my face. I reach over to grab a towel, but then realize I don't have any. Well, at least this is a good excuse to get some fresh air and clear my mind. I walk out of the bathroom, grab my phone and wallet and head to the nearest home supply store.

As I walk through the aisles and grab some towels and a few hangers, I feel something shove me and knock me down to my feet. I looked up annoyed, to try and see who the fuck pushed me, when a man with short, curly brown hair and big brown eyes reaches down and smiles, extending his hand to me.

"You okay there sweetheart?"

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first part! I know it's really bad and long but I just wanted to focus on a lot of details, at least in the first chapter. Let me know if you liked this and if I should continue this story :)
(The picture at the top is what Maria's bedroom looks like, except the chair in the pic is supposed to be brown and there's no lamp. And yes I fucking spent 20 minutes photoshopping it to make it look like the room in the story, don't @ me.)