You get off at the London Heathrow Airport. Looking around at the vass amount of people, you smile. Walking to the bag collector, you see the huge glass windows welcoming hurried passengers and landing planes. The high ceilings echoed the countless conversations around. You search for your luggage and finally find it under a very loud red hand bag.
Slinging your Jimmy Choo Pep Glazed Canvas Tote over your shoulder and rolling your suitcase behind, you shuffle outside. There were so many buisnessmen and random people, you feared there wouldn't be a chance to catch a taxi. When there was a break and one taxi pulled up, you headed forward and hopped in.
"Hi, could you take me to um," fumbling with the piece of paper with the address on it,"Terminal 5, Hillingdon. The Sofitel London Heathrow." The cab driver nodded and took off. You sighed at how hectic it had gotten from getting off the plane to here. You watched as stores all these amazing things passed. As you get out and pay the driver, the hotel was gorgious and you went inside to check in. When you got your key, you headed up to your room to drop off your luggage.
Beaming and fixing your hair, you let your imagnation explore what could happen tonight. The british boys were splendid. The accents themsleves seemed so silky and brilliant. After you were prepped and ready, you gathered your Jimmy Choo bag and made sure your cellphone had enough battery, then left. Walking to the elevator, you breathe the fresh air in.
You decided to walk instead of take a taxi. Maybe you could meet a nice native to help you around. There wasn't any particular direction you were heading but your stomach growled. looking around and not seeing a McDonald's, you cotinued. You tried to see if you could find some kind of restaurant.
"But mom! I want to go to Nando's!!" a little boy in front of you pleaded with his mother. The mom looked down at her son and sighed.
"Okay Charlie. But you better behave later." she said and they both turned into a side-store to their right. You saw a young couple walk out with a styrofoam box. You shrugged and went in. There were many people and very few tables left. A waitress sat you down at a booth and handed you a menu. You ordered a mineral water and scanned the menu. After the wautress came back and asked for your meal, you ordered a Fresh Caesar Salad. You sipped on your water and took in the restaurant. It was very quaint and comfortable.
As your food came, you saw a peculiar group of five hot boys. One of them with nice straight 'swished' hair looked at you. His eyes were soft and he smiled. You blushed and looked down. Your waitress left and a waitor came over. The five boys had followed. You looked up startled.
"Excuse me m'am? I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but there are no more tables open would you mind having these young gentlemen sit with you?" The waitor asked. The boys waited very patiently. Flustered, you smile nervously.
"Of course, I wouldn't mind at all." you tell them. They all smile. The blond one looked exceptionally happy to hear this.
"Thank you, love." One with curly hair and a very flirty look to him. You blush and scoot down the booth to make room. The straight-haired one from earlier sat beside you and his hands looked so soft you wanted to touch them. The waitor also thanked you and went to get their drinks.
"Well, I'm Alexa." You say looking at them. They smile. Offering their hands as they introduced themsleves.
"I'm Louis," a adorable striped-wearing one said. The blond beside him looked up from his menu.
"I'm Niall." he shook your hand and nudged a dark-haired boy who was wearing some knd of smirk on his face.
"I'm Zayn." Beside him the curly-q offered his hand very elaborately.
"I am Harry Styles." He grinned and beside you the sweet boy took your hand.
"I'm Liam." his voce was soft, like his hands. He held your hand very gently and even placed a kiss on it. He had this sparkle in his eye. You blushed even more.
After their food had come and they situated themsleves, you all talked. They were amazing. Their voices were so sweet! Niall's voice was adorable with that Irish spice. Once the food was gone, they offered to show you around London sometime. You accepted and exchanged numbers. You weren't far from your hotel so you decided to walk. It was a cool night with crisp air. You thought you heard footsteps behind you but you just saw one person trudging along.
Frightened a little, you picked up your pace. A force pushed you into a wall and pinned you. Your heart beated faster as they grabbed your purse and searched through it. You open your mouth to scream for help as a cold, sharp blade presses against your throat.
"Scream and see what happens." Silent tears pour.
"Please, just take all my money." you plead. The guy smacked you.
"Shut up." he got punched into the ground. You look at the attacker scared. It was Liam.
"How dare you attack her." He told the guy and raised his fist to threaten to hit him again. Liam stood and wrapped his jacket around you. "Are you okay, love?" He looked at the very small cut along your throat.
"I'm okay. Just shaken up. How did you find me? I thought you all went back to your hotel." You asked as Liam put his arm around you and walked back in the direction of your hotel.
"Well I was but then I came to walk you there to be safe. Are you sure you are alright?" he looked worried. You pressed against him and lay your head on his arm.
"Yes. Now that you're here. Thank you Liam." You tell him. He smiles down at you.
"Alexa, from the moment I met you, everything changed. You are amazing and please take a taxi next time. What would I have done without you?" he says with a growing calming in his voice. He kissed the top of your head. He walked you to your room door.
"Good night Liam." you say reluctant to leave him.
"Sweet dreams Alexa." he goes to walk away when you lean up to kiss him