8 Letters | Daniel Seavey

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[ London's POV ]

* 4 Years ago *

"Daniel!" I screamed, swinging my arms in the icy winter breeze. My small hands grasping snow, directing it towards the boy in front of me.

"London!" Daniel shouted, launching a snowball at my shoulder, receiving a giggle escaping my lips.

"Daniel! C'mon we have to go!" Keri, Daniel's mom, yelled from the small porch. My lips curving into a frown, as I shuffled closer to Daniel, wrapping my arms around his neck. Daniel's arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer.

"Please don't forget me." I sniffled, burying my face into Daniel's neck. Daniel's finger wiped away a tear as he walked away, leaving me in the snow. He got into the car, and that was the last time I saw him.

* Present Time *

''Flight 242, is now landing in Los Angeles. Thanks for flying with Worldwide Airlines!" The flight attendant spoke, with a warming smile. My opening the compartment, pulling out my carry-on. As I walked out of LAX, the summer breeze hitting my face. I pulled out my phone, calling an uber.

As I got into the uber, I told him the address of the apartment. My eyes wandered the streets of Los Angeles, as I looked around my eyes came across tons of girls screaming at something. I rolled down the windows, trying to see better. The girls started to move, revealing five attractive guys. The uber was close to the sidewalk, where the guys were walking closer to. My eyes scanned the boys, as girls screamed excitedly behind them. My eyes met with bright blue eyes, they seemed familiar.

I quickly looked away, rolling up the window. I looked back out the window, the blue-eyed boy was smiling at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, I smiled back, looking away again. Before I knew it, the boy was walking up to the uber, thankfully the stoplight turned green, sending the uber forward. I looked back at the boy who had a frown on his face. We soon reached the apartment, I thanked the driver, handing him a twenty, grabbing my bags out of the trunk and going inside the apartment complex.

"Hi! My name is Ashley, how may I help you." The front desk lady asked politely.

"Hi, apartment number for Miller." I smiled, drawing out my paperwork for the apartment, handing it to her.

"201" The front desk lady beamed, handing me a small key. I flashed a smile, walking towards the elevator. My fingers roamed the numbers, pressing the 2nd floor. I scrolled through Instagram when a sudden 'ding' caused me to walk out of the elevator to find my apartment.

"198, 199...... 201!" I mumbled to myself, my eyes roaming the numbers of the apartments. I took the key and put it in the door unlocking. my hands turned the knob opening the door, revealing a decent apartment. I looked around at the empty apartment, deciding it was best to go to Ikea.

I picked up what I needed from Ikea, all the furniture was being delivered tomorrow by truck. I called an uber to take me back to the apartment. The lights of Los Angeles flashed by. Once I arrived at my apartment, I went to bed.

The next morning I got called in to do a photo shoot for a band. I wasn't told who the band was but I just went with it. As I arrived at the beach, I was met by the band's manager.

"Hello, London, a pleasure to meet you," David smiled, shaking my hand.

"You as well sir," I smiled back, grabbing my camera. We walked towards the band.

"Boys, this is London your new photographer." David smiled, looking at all the boys. My eyes roamed each boy, one with red cheeks, one with blonde hair, one of them had curly hair which looked quite interesting,

and a tall boy stood beside him, the last boy had bright blue eyes, which was the same eyes as the boy I saw yesterday. My eyes widened as I looked at the boy.

I froze,

"London?"