I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 2: Arrival.

When we first got to our new house I was wishing it was bigger. My mother thought it would be more of a 'traditional' british lifestyle if we got a flat instead of a house. Once we got inside though I was pleased. Well beyond my belief. I had two rooms as well as my mother. We each had our office and a bed room, on opposite ends of the house. That was my favorite part.

Ever since my dad passed away my mom has been kind of a harlot. Sleeping her way to the top. Sometimes it comes in handy like now when her boss decided to have movers unpack everything for us. So I decided to go exploring. "Sylvia!!" My mother called.

"Yes mom.." She handed me a phone. I forgot that mine wouldnt work here. She told me my phone number was programmed in already. I looked at it, but it was so different. I would never remember. And with that I left....

Next door to our building was another, almost identical one. The only difference was the swarm of screaming girls outside. I was confused but it was a nice place. Maybe I was living next to The Wanted or some other irrelevant person that I had no desire to swoon over like these crazy girls.

The first place I stumbled upon was a coffee shop. My grandpa gave me some euros so I decided I could go for some coffee and food. The jet lag was killing me.

I got in line and I was scanning the menu when some guy just ran into me. And of course due to my lack of coordination I fell down after words. By the time I realised it was Niall Horan it was too late. I had coffee all over me and I was radiating shame from every pore.