Black And White //N.H

1.

My mornings before work are always the same; early, long and repetitive. Although I can, without lying, say that I genuinely enjoy mornings, they can get boring. I wake up at six and then take my hour-long jog around the city. This always helps me stay focused during work, and that's the only way I can get through it. After my jog, I take a quick shower, before I make an omelette for breakfast, always with 3 eggs. In addition to making breakfast I throw together lunch that I can bring to work. When I'm done eating I head off to work, which is about a 10 minute walk from where I live. One of the few perks of living in the middle of London, everything is close by. During my way to my office, I always stop at my favorite bakery for a cup of tea.

That is what brings me to the small cafe this morning as well, the thought of a nice cup of tea. The weather is rather cold, with harsh rain pouring down. I get into the cafe and welcome the way too familiar smell of buns, bread and coffee. That in itself makes my mouth water. I head over to the counter and see my best friend, Lily. Lily and I have been bestfriends since highschool. If you believe in soulmates exciting, but not necessarily as a partner, I would totally say she's mine. Her brown hair bounces around her shoulders, and her green eyes makes you tell her everything even if you don't want to. The only reason this is my favorite bakery, the fact that I get to see Lily, for let's be honest, who can taste the difference between tea?

"Emily, hi!", Lily says as soon as her eyes land on me. I smile at her and make my way over to the counter. "Hi, Lils, how are you? Can I get a-", I start off but is soon interrupted by her voice: "I know what you want, don't think about that. I'm good, a little tired, but I'll manage". "Thanks. Well you were out until what? Two?", I say, and let out a little laugh. Lily loves a good party, and to be fair so do I. Just not when I know I have to get up at 6 to go to work. "Well, at least I met a cute girl, and that is all I'm asking for," she says while placing my drink in front of me. "Thank you," I say, before pulling out my wallet.

"So, a cute girl, what's her name?" I ask her and at the same time place some money on the desk. "Anne, short brown hair, blue eyes, she seemed sweet,". I nod at her statement. "Did you get her number then?" I ask. She nodded, before saying: "She even got some cute boy friends with her, maybe I can ask her to set up a dobbledate?". I can see the hope in her eyes, but I just shake my head. "That is not going to happen Lil, I'm off the market, remember?" I remind her. "Off the market? That is what people say when they're in a relationship, which you are not, as of last time i checked.". I huff at her. "I have to get going, have a good day at work," I tell her and stand up. She laughs at me, before saying bye.

When I get to work I say hi to the girl in the reception before going to my office. I work at Capital, but definitely not how I wanted to. I first came here to see how it was working as a radio host, back when I was seventeen. I was following Roman Kemp around for a week and thought I did a rather good job. A year later I got offered a job, and skipped out on college, thinking it would give me a lot of great opportunities. It has, but I never really thought I would be twenty one years old, and make my living by writing gossip, which I may add, isn't always juicy.

When the clock ticks at lunchtime, Roman pokes his head in and asks if I want to go eat lunch. I nod and get out my food. We head to the cafeteria where he buys some sort of meal that looks a lot more inviting than my slice of bread with cheese. "Do you want some?" he says holding out a piece of chicken to me. "No thanks, I'm good," I quickly responded, digging into my food. We talk about everything and anything during the meal. Roman was one of the few people I knew here, although I've been working here for three years.

"So, any interesting celebrities coming in this week?" I ask him. I never get to meet them, so I live my dream through him. "No, not really." He says, before continuing; "But I do think David Beckham is stopping by next week.". My eyes widen. "Like, The David Beckham? seriously?". He nods at me with a little smile. Before I get the opportunity to tell him how cool that is, I see a certain brunette at the door. "Ro, please tell me that the guy by the door isn't Niall Horan," I say to him. He looks over, and just like that, gives a small wave. "Yeah, I think he's here to use the photo studios or something? At least that's what he told me." I look at him in disbelief. I'm not usually a big fan of celebrities, or, I do have a sweet spot for athletes, but not the people who're famous for being at Love Island. The only problem is that as every single girl, I've had a One Direction phrase. Not a really big one, not on the level that all I ever spoke about was them , I only enjoyed the music, for the most part. That is why I get super awkward writing news about them, or talking about them. I've managed to stay clear of meeting them, and I plan to keep it that way as well.

"Well, that is my sign to head out," I tell Roman, and start gathering my things. "No, you have to meet him, he's great," Ro says and grabs my hand. I'm about to protest when I see that my plan to never meet them is long gone. In front of the table I'm seated at stands the irish man.

AN// So thats that I guess? Hope you'll hang on untill the nice part comes!