Shoreline - A Niall Horan fanfiction

Two.

"Maa... It's not like I can help it now. I'm telling you I yelled at him... It was of his least concern." I justified my mother.

"I must leave to work from this morning, I'm not sure how much time I'm really going to have to look for another house."
I made it clear to her.

My mom was a typical India woman who looked for "Paisa vasool" (full value of money as said in Hindi) as an important aspect of every life changing decision she makes, and here it was her daughter's safety first and second the landlord refraining from his words.

"... I don't really know his name Maa.. he is not Indian for sure. Maybe Irish? As his accent suggests" now these words added to her worry "okay I'm getting late now" I abruptly ended the call.

I must be surprised if she was unaware of the stories of Russian hippies raping innocent girls in Goa, But of course that was one in a thousand and not like the Indian men were any innocent. Fear is her birth right and an integrated part of her, she was born with it.

I had just touched down on the grounds of Goa(- a state in western India with coastlines stretching along the Arabian Sea and a hub of Western tourists and of course hippies from generations) yesterday from Mumbai, where I worked as assistant fashion designer for Swarovski. Now I was in Goa for a fashion and photography display event to be held up in another six months or so.

I subconsciously look at my phone and realization sets in. Holy Moly! It's already 9:05 and I'm sitting here and doing God knows what while I should be at the client meeting in another hour! I quickly jump out of the bed and stuff a brush in my mouth and began fiddling through my luggage for clothes. I haven't even unpacked it yet, a) I'm not sure if I'm gonna even live here b) more honestly I didn't have time.

I'm not even brushing my teeth, literally just chewing the brush and sucking on the mint as I set my attire for the day. I pop in for a quick shower and put on my little floral printed dress - a white A-line frock, a little above my knee with the red and yellow flowers printed on it. As I'm left with no time for make up I just slap on some BB cream and rub in some red lipstick.

I grabbed my bag and a thin shrug as the dress was a little too revealing at the back and quickly rush out of my room. No sooner did I leave the room than I see my strange house-mate sitting on the couch, munching on a toast and surfing through t.v like her has the entire day to squander away.

I give him a quick smile as rush my way to the door. Not like I don't want to talk to him or anything it's just have I'm actually in a hurry.

"Hey.. hey, where you off to?" He yells trying to stop me.

"I'm late for a meeting" I whine as I move.

"Grab a toast at least" he smiles as he walks up to me with a fresh piece of toast.

"He isn't a bad guy" I smiled to myself.