Missing You

Chapter One

I've always been a very shy person. Well, talking about love only. Although, I may appear shy at first sight, yet I define myself the complete opposite of it. So back to the subject, I always have been someone extremely intimidated by love in every aspect. So far, I would completely avoid it the most I could. Sometimes I would even hurt people from my fear of it. I always made myself clear that I should avoid love in all its aspects.

So, it's 24th July of 2021 and I'm at the moment in London for an internship relatively to my studies in Law. That's why and how I ended up in that beautiful country that I entirely admire and love with all of my heart. God knows why... I actually seriously consider moving here later on if my career allows me the opportunity to do so. I'd really love to.

But here I am, walking -well most likely running- desperately through the large streets of London as I'm running a bit too late for my very first day at work. I'd like to make a good impression on that internship. As a result, being late on the first day isn't what I'd call, first good impression. I just don't know why I always get late when I'm very stressed about something. Not that it would help me, certainly not.

Loaded with all kind of things that I thought I needed for my first day I find myself typing on my phone and searching for my way, Air Pods on, my bag on my shoulder whilst holding my breakfast tea on my other hand. Pretty loaded as you may think. As I'm walking almost running without checking on where I go, I rush into something. Not that I'm surprised to run into something as it is my speciality to be such a clumsy person, what actually bothers me is to fall on my bottom.

- "For God sake" I mumble as I lay down on the floor like a 5 years old child. I must actually look horrible now without mentioning all of my professional paper thrown away over the pavement. As I'm already preparing to pick up my belongings, I raise my head and look with surprise the "something" I just walked into to find out it's actually a young man.

- "Bloody hell, I'm so sorry, are you hurt in any way?" He apologises whilst crouching himself, a very British thing though. What a beautiful thing is apologising huh? In my country, persons would rather insult themselves instead of apologising for anything.

- "I don't think so..." I lie, with a bit of hurt in my voice. That must sound in my tone as he quickly tries to pick up my papers. I reply in a hurry, beginning to panic: "God sake this is really a nightmare"

- "Am I that bad looking? I mean, I checked myself back in the mirror this morning, I don't remember looking that bad..." He replies with a bit of fun in his voice.

- "I have quite an important appointment this morning, I was already running late before I even worsen things by walking into you" I let out a breath feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

- "I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have made fun of things whereas you're very rushed. By the way, your blouse is really looking b.." As he is talking, I find myself looking down to my beige blouse stained with tea all way through my breast, almost revealing my lingerie. God reminds me to use nude bra under a white blouse next time... Horrified I let out a moan.

- "This is my end, I'll be fired" You may think that I'm exaggerating. I don't care, I just cannot permit me to arrive late my first day, this is unacceptable adding the fact I look unpresentable.

- "Wait what?"

- "Today is my very first day at work and I'm running late with on top of that a stained blouse. I can't present myself the way I am in front of my boss... This is a nightmare" I respond in panic, almost freaking out.

- "Shh, just calm down." He reassures me whilst gently rubbing my elbow. Is that supposed to make me feel calm? " Look, I leave nearby, as that situation is also remaining on the fact I wasn't looking too, I offer you to come to my flat, get changed to work, I'll drive you, that'll be faster. You'll arrive on time, I promise" He replies in a hurry. I look at him and think: Should I trust a complete stranger who at the moment looks like the person who just thrown away my papers through London streets as well as all my projects?

He doesn't even let me reply, pick me up and make me walk before I could even respond.

- "O-Okay" I reply, very confused. Not that I had the choice though, he is almost guiding me through London. Does he care about my consent at all?

After we walked for about 2 minutes, he must have been right when he said he lived nearby as he stops searching for his keys in his blue chino. He doesn't even say a word and let me enter the hall entrance and take the lift up to the ultimate floor. Eventually, we arrive to his flat. I stay there for a while stupidly as I admire the view from his penthouse.

- "Come in" He says, waking me up from my mental absence. I had completely forgotten in which mess I was in since this morning and my stress quickly grows up.

- "Y-yeah" I say as I walk in. His flat is actually so well kept. There is a big piano in the centre of the room next to that 2 guitars. As I'm distracted by my "situation", this doesn't intrigue me at all. I eventually look at him desperately. Is he going to be my saviour all day long?

- "I'll find you something to wear, go to the third door you'll find a bathroom, I'll bring it to you", I follow his instructions whilst I'm thinking I just can't still realise that I am in a complete stranger flat and I don't feel any stressed about it strangely. I feel quite safe around him which is actually very unusual for me to be that confident with strangers. Later on, he comes to the bathroom with a nice, quite big white shirt. Well, compared to my size because he keeps looking quite small.

- "There you go" He stands there and I look at him with insistence and he finally understand that he has to go for me to change. I quickly change and get out of the bathroom completely disinterested with my appearance. I just hope not to arrive too late to my appointment. As I'm walking out of the bathroom, I find him ready to go hopefully. "If you are rushed, we can go now, let the blouse here I'll wash it la'er"

- "Well thank you, here we go" We finally end up in the garage walking to a Blue Jaguar. I also think that for a so young person, he appears to be very wealthy, that's quite surprising. Anyway, we end up jumping into his vehicle as he also starts the engine.

- "So, where are we going to love?" he smiles at me, hoping to make me give him a smile.

- "To Westminster" As I'm saying that, he quickly frowns at me, but I completely ignore it. I know it's unusual for people to know that I'm working for the UK Parliament, but I find it quite interesting.

- "So, tell me about you" he asks, certainly trying to keep me out of my depressing thoughts.

- "Huh, my name is Elizabeth, I'm 20 years old, what about you?"

- "Wow, hold on, you're 20 and working for the Parliament? How is it even possible? Are you a genius?" He laughs gently. He has quite a nice smile and a nice laugh though. Focus Elizabeth, focus, you're late and this is your first day, don't be distracted and think about a solution.

- "I'm actually a student in Law, not even close to be a genius, this role is well kept by my brother though. He's the smartest of the family" I reply.

- "Well, don't say that you don't look that stupid though, working for Parliament isn't something really opened to anybody" He says whilst looking at the road and sometimes eyeing me.

- "Perhaps, I don't know, I think that this is still not the right thing for me, I still want to live here later so, any work relative to law would worth it." I shrug.

Well, I hope someday it'll worth it.

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Well, everybody, this is my fiiiiiirst ever story, hopefully you'll like it, be gentle and kind but let me know what do you think about it.