Second Chance

London or Bust

A long plane ride later, I was in London! 

I had been once, briefly, but this was just so exciting! 

Driving in was pretty amazing passing by the typical well-known landmarks, Big Ben, the London Eye, the Thames River, etc. 

Yeah I was a COMPLETE typical tourist who chuckled every time someone spoke to me because come on…. Seriously? Those accents were adorable and amazing all at once.

Today I was supposed to get everything into my apartment and tomorrow would be my first day at work. 

I was nervous to say the least, but was trying to occupy my mind with unpacking and figuring out what the hell to do with my first night here. Truth be told, everyone had told me London’s night life was pretty amazing. Being a 21-year-old I should be well-versed in partying and drinking, going out and dressing sexy, but uh…. Well I was pretty lame.

I’d rather stay in reading Harry Potter or watching Friends reruns. So my partying experience was pretty minimal, and not knowing anyone just yet made me realize staying in would most likely be the best idea for tonight. 

A couple hours later, most everything was unpacked. The apartment was nothing special, but just perfect for me and I had planned on going out sometime this week to go get some things to make it a bit more homey. 

As I brushed my teeth, I figured I should do just a little more research about the company and the “boys” as many of their Twitter followers called them. 

Once in bed, I pulled up my laptop and started searching each of their names. Niall Horan, from Mulingar, Ireland born September 13th, 1993. Apparently known for being quite a cutie, sports fan and a bit of a jokester. In all the interviews I watched online he always seemed to be making weird faces and not paying attention. I think I understand why my sister explained them as endearing. 

Next up, Zayn Malik. Born January 12th, 1993 from Bradford (fans called him “the bad boy from Bradford… I guess I’d have to look into that.) Seemed more on the artsy side, with lots of cool tattoos. He had an absolutely impressive high note in many of the tour videos I watched. 

Louis Tomlinson was next, born on the 24th of December in 1991 from Doncaster. A HUGE jokester and prankster, according to many. Seemed the most obnoxious and funny one of the group.

Liam Payne came next born August 29th, 1993 from Wolverhampton. He seemed the sensitive one, more on the serious side, but very sweet and very handsome. Twitter followers called him daddy direction, apparently. 

And finally…… Oh crap. Harry Styles. More like holy dimples.

Now this one I’d heard of. Mainly in the media. I think he dated a lot. Something came to mind about Taylor Swift, but come on now, she’s dated everyone and their mother. Well… Maybe not their mothers, but I’m sure that’ll be next. Would make a great hit song. I laughed at myself for my stupid joke and continued on. 

Harry was from Holmes Chapel, born on the 1st of February 1994 and he seemed to be the more obvious heartthrob of the group. Every article that popped up on Google talked more about his love life than anything to do with the band or him as a person. Huh. Having studied media and public relations I wondered how much of this was media perception and how much was true. It seemed that you could never know the truth with celebrities unless you were on the inside. 

I looked around myself as though anyone would be watching me and I shamefully looked up pictures of him. 

Something about those dimples. And this stupid little smirk he had. 

I get why girls fawn all over him. But he could be the nicest person in the world or the biggest, self-centered a-hole. I would never know. 

I yawned and all of a sudden I realized two hours had passed. I needed desperately to sleep and be ready for tomorrow. I turned off the laptop, put it away and laid back in bed once the lights were off. 

Harry Styles face was plastered on my mind and I tried desperately to think of anything else. How stupid. I don’t even know the guy.

I began to wonder what tomorrow would bring, would it be hard or fun or a mix of both? And before I could mentally respond I dozed off into a deep sleep that was, luckily, free of anything Harry Styles related.

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