Part 2: welcome to london

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edit : may 6,2021

this is probably one of the worst chapters ever . I PROMISE this book gets WAYYYYY better as you keep reading .
but - please don't hate . I'm so sick and tired of seeing comments that are like 'is the author dumb?' Or something hating louis or y/n .
if you have hate just press the exit button

FOR THE REST OF U : ENJOY AND ILY



After me, Aasia and Noah finished our meal at Marco's, Noah drove us home


                                                                       Incoming Call: Mum ;) 😁

                                                Accept                                                      Decline

"Hold on my mom is calling me." I pressed accept.

"Y/N Where are you? We leave tomorrow at dawn!" Mom is practically yelling on the other end,

"I'm almost home, Noah's driving us home."

"Well hurry! Goodbye." She ends the call abruptly and Aasia giggles.

As Noah pulls up to my house, I can hear Aasia starting to cry. I grab my stuff and meet them at the front porch.

"I guess this is it." Noah frowns and sways in place.

"No it isn't! We'll facetime and text everyday and -"

"Y/n, you'll be in fricking London. I doubt you'll find time for us." I stare at them and break into tears. This IS the last time.

"I'm gonna miss you so much!" Aasia and Noah embrace me and I attempt to wipe away my tears. "I love you guys!" I mutter through sobs. We stay there for what feels like hours until I step away.

"Call us when you get there, kay?" Aasia wipes her tears and tries a smile. I smile back at her and nod.

"Goodbye!" We say in unison as I close the door. I walk up the stairs and enter my bedroom. I stare at my full suitcase and smile. Tomorrow is a new day. I change into my pjs and scroll through instagram. After a while, I turn off my phone and cover myself under the sheets. Ah, to be in London right now. But I will be, tomorrow night. I giggle and drift away to sleep.





(6:00 am)

RING RING RING RI- snooze

I get up and change into a hoodie and a pair of black leggings. "I look like a bus just ran over me." I whisper to myself.

Once we're at the airport I get two coffees to keep me up. I guess staying up late was a bad idea.

"Gate 13 Now open."  A flight attendant says over the speakers. Mom and dad rush over to the gate and I throw away my coffees. We get on the plane and I pop in my airpods. What should I listen to? Harry Styles. Always the answer.  I smile to myself as we take off.

"Hey!" I open my eyes and see my mom shaking my shoulders. I stare out the window. We're here?! I must've fallen asleep because that did not feel like 6 hours. I grab my stuff and head out of the airplane. Damnit it's cold

"What time is it here?" I ask Max, my older brother.

"6 pm." He groggily answers. It feels like hours before we find a taxi to take us to our hotel, while we wait to find a house.

"One Taxi here sir." A blonde lady gestures to her taxi and we stow our luggage in the back and sit.

Wow. London is beautiful.

As I look out the window, I see beautiful high buildings and I smile. I'm in LONDON. One of the most beautiful places to live! I giggle and we drive another 30 minutes until we pull into our hotel, The Hilton London.

"Ok everyone, it's 7 pm here. We're going to sleep at 11. Me and your dad will be upstairs in the hotel room. 5th floor, number 6th. Get yourself some food, and maybe make a friend." She winks at me and I roll my eyes.

"It's not like im going to find the love of my life in London, y'know." I exclaim.

"Just get some food! Max are you going with her?" Max shakes his head. That leaves the hotel all to myself. Where do I go first? Should I fake a british accent? MAYBE ILL MEET MILLIE BOBBY BROWN??? (One of my favorite people on earth). I shake the thoughts away and go to their continental food area. I grab an apple and walk over to a seat in the back of the restaurant, it's pretty busy. As I'm scrolling through my phone I feel someone tap my shoudler. I look up.

"Is anyone sitting there?" A tall, brunette boy gestures to the seat in front of me. I shake my head and he sits down. I stare at him and he laughs. "I'm louis by the way. Louis Partridge." He smirks. His british accent is so cute.

"Oh, I'm Y/N L/N" I smile a little and stare at him. God was he attractive.

"Oh, an american."  he says.  I look at him confused.

"Yeah I'm american." I nod at him and he smiles.

"We usually get aussies here. The chef is australian so I was just surprised." He explains

"Ohhhh, that explains it." He pulls out his laptop from his backpack. I continue to scroll through instagram until my apple is finished. I start to get up but Louis stops me.

"Can I get your number?" he asks.





Authors note:

I hope you guys like this - it gets better as you read

AHHHH thank you for 13 views ik its not a lot but its a lot to me haha. <3 love you guys ty! Drop suggestions in the commens!!!

GUYS I KNOW THIS IS BAD IT WAS SO RUSHED sjSJJSJSJS BUT ill post more tonight LOL

I KEEP EDITING BECAUSE I DON"T LiKE IT SO now im doing all of it on google doc hehe

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