Harry Hart

Chapter 5 Guy From My Dreams

One month, it has been exactly one month that I have been in London and it is absolutely breath taking. I've been in school for two weeks now. I love it Im slowly starting to open up and make friends. Back in California I had hardly any because I was never allowed to see them outside of school. Here I am completely on my own. I live in a small apartment a few blocks from campus.

My apartment has two bedrooms. I am all by myself no roommate which I am not yet entirely sure if that is a good thing. I heard about these apartments through school of course. They are pretty spacious. I live on the second floor. No elevators which I don't mind I could really use the exercise anyway. As soon as you enter my room the living room is directly there. Then walk towards the back you'll hit the kitchen and a small hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Currently I am using one room as a study/library. Bathroom is placed right in the middle of both rooms.

My morning routine is simple I wake up, make a tea, get dressed, comb my hair, and leave. Fairly quick I don't take much time getting ready. I'm not really into the whole makeup and dressing like a runway model type thing. I keep it plain and simple. Pair of bottoms and a t-shirt. Is it silly that I still need the map to find my way to school. I swear at times I feel like such a fool for having to constantly look at it, but I rather it be that then for me to have to run into ever shop and ask for directions.

Oh crap! I glance at the clock. 6:57 I'm late! Class begins at 7. I grab my tea, books, and bag. I rush out and lock up behind me.

I begin walking the same direction as I do every morning. Left at the coffee shop, right at the book store, then a ... shoot! Crap oh my what's next! I reach into my bag searching for the map as I continue crossing the street. Where is it? I can't find it! As I'm walking I'm now complete focused in my bag not paying attention when I bump into someone. Thus spilling my tea all over myself.

"Ow!" I wince. "Fuck that's hot! I am so sorry." I continue wiping myself off. "I didn't see you there I really need to..." I stayed quiet. It's him. The guy from my dreams. He's real. It can't be! I'm slowly panicking. What in heavens name! I attempt to sputter out some type of anything when I hear him ask.

"Are you alright ?"

I nod grabbing napkins from my bag. "Yep... It is just really hot.. I uhh left it boiling errr too long."

"I am terribly sorry miss. I should have been paying more attention as to where I was headed." His eyes studied me, taking in every single one of my imperfections. I felt naked under his look. As if he could read every single detail he needed to know about me. 

 I Stuttered "uh that's okay, really not a big deal." Avoiding all eye contact with him, I continue fiercely wiping my shirt. Which was now see thru! Of all days I had to pick today to wear a white t-shirt. 

"Well at least let me buy you a new shirt." he suggests glancing at my top. 

I quickly cross my arms across my chest. I feel my cheeks beginning to burn. "Oh no honestly," I chuckle "it's okay" 

"please I insist" 

"I can't unfortunately I'm already late to class and now I need to run back home and change." 

"Class? You're in college?" he questions. 

"Yes." I begin walking back to my apartment. 

He says  "Once again I am truly sorry and have a lovely day."

"Thanks you to!" I respond without even glancing back. Okay that was weird. What is that guy doing in London! and why was he in my dreams! Why do I keep seeing him. Does this mean that the night in Ben and Ari's basement was not a dream. That gentlemen is real? What if he remembers me! Yes! That would explain the deep and concentrated look he had with me. Oh boy what if he thinks I'm stalking him. Wait why would I stalk him. I know absolutely nothing about him! What if he's the one stalking me? Oh my god, I need to relax. 

 I'm just not going to school today. I will stay home and catch up on a few chores that need to be done. Take a breather maybe walk around a bit and study the area. Learn my way to campus so I will no longer need this stupid map. I Grab my coat and open the door. 

I gasp "What! how? ..w h a t  are you doing here?" It was him. He is stalking me! What do I do?

He raised his hand up, I flinch out of old habits and cover my face. He was holding out a small paper bag . I stared at him. "Here, I do hope it fits." 

I hesitate then reach for the bag. It was a white button up blouse. Quite Stunning and probably the nicest thing I've ever laid hands on. I smile "thank you, but you really didn't have to, also how the hell did you find me? did you follow me!?" 

He sighed loudly "Well ..."