STYLES | h.e.s

7

The most stereotypical assumption people make when discussing London weather is that it always rains. It is usually the tourist who's knowledge of England is British television and movies that are amazed when they see the sun in the sky. Viewing the couples relaxing in the parks or locals eating outside at the bistro's during the day. Summer is the perfect to enjoy your surroundings of England's most recognized city.

Sadly, today is not one of those days and Eliza feels dumb for thinking it would be.

Deciding not to check the weather app on her mobile phone before going outside for a healthy run this morning, she is now walking around with clothes not meant for the early signs of fall coming soon. Luckily her jacket zips up covering the sports bra she usually exposes when she runs from how much she sweats. Instead, she's been going at a pace where she can check her phone while feeling a warm burn in her abdomen from how fast she is going. Something she believes is a light jog, but in actuality it's more on the verge of power walking.

"Did you feed her the cat food I gave you?" Rei asks in concern through Eliza's earphones. Both have been on their phonecall for longer than Eliza expected to make her slow down her walk to dragging her feet along the jogger's path.

"Yes," She replies. "I put it in a bowl next to her water and everything. She still won't eat it."

"She must be homesick or something. She never misses a meal," Rei sighs."She's a fat cat Eliza. She doesn't say no to food."

"Do you think it's because she could be adjusting to me? I mean, what do I do if she still isn't eating by the end of tomorrow?" Eliza asks confused about the feline specimen.

"I'll take her to the vet if she still isn't eating by tomorrow night. But, just keep refilling her bowl. Maybe she's confused why I'm not there?" Rei curiously ponders.

"Sure, alright."

"Thanks again Eliza. I owe you for this."

"No no it's fine," Eliza replies while slipping her hands in her jacket's pockets from the slight chill that blew down her neck and back. "How's Paris?"

"Oh it's so beautiful here Eliza! I wish you could have come!" Rei's voice immediately brightens at the change of subject. The subject of the city she is currently working alongside her mentor and professional fashion photographer Liam Payne for only the weekend. It's the magic of the city that is Paris that makes humans glow with love in their words when speaking of it.

"Yeah well, I can't afford to bust out a ticket to take the chunnel at the moment. Ever and I have to keep most of our income saved for the house and I have to send some money back to Carlisle."

"Oh for your brother, right?" Rei questions unsure if she is correct.

"Yeah for him," Eliza murmurs softly as another passes by her on the street walking their dog. Both in raincoats eyeing Eliza and her biker shorts.

"I'd love to meet him someday," Rei says referring to her friends brother. "Maybe he could come down for a visit one day! Do you think he'd be able to do that?"

Eliza pauses for a moment thinking of her little brother kept up north back in their hometown. Whenever he's brought up she's reminded of how she left him up there for her future down here. The people in her life now do wonder as to who he is and what he does. But, Eliza feels that that isn't anybody's business. She is her brother's keeper.

"He'd have to have someone with him," She responds after thinking to herself for a moment. "I can't have Rowan come all the way down to London by himself."

This is the truth. People who know Eliza now don't get as to why her younger brother can't visit his sister himself. Wondering when they will meet the mysterious Wilde sibling. The man cannot travel by himself down to Carlisle as to why Eliza returns every rare opportunity she can throughout the year. Others can't understand this relationship unless it was them on that late train ride through the English countrysides that Eliza takes when visiting him every once in a while.