No Regrets
8-Carrots and Tea?
Charlotte’s P.O.V
The plane ride was extremely long and boring. I was wearing a pink shirt with a grey cardigan and purple belt, black leggings with crosses on them, grey boots, a black purse, and my hair was down and natural with a grey beanie over it to cover the places where my hair had fallen out. http://www.polyvore.com/airplane_outfit/set?id=74763561 I plugged my earphones into my phone and put it on shuffle. The first song to come on was a song I didn’t even realize I still had. It was Ready, Set, Don’t Go by Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus. It explained my situation perfectly. I knew this was something I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to leave my family. I started to tear up again at the end of the song. The next song that came on was Carry On by Fun. It was exactly what I needed right now. To pick myself up and carry on from what has all happened to me.
* * *
I walked out of the airport and breathed in the fresh air in London. My first breath in London was amazing. I looked all around me and it was drop dead beautiful here. I had a feeling I was really going to like it here. I was a little stuffed up from the plane ride so I took a few minutes to look around before hopping in a cab and giving him the address to my new apartment, or flat. I passed the hospital on the way to the flat, and it was a beautiful well-built building. I knew I would be in good hands there. It was about a half hour drive from the airport to where my flat is, but it was in a beautiful, part of the city. It was absolutely gorgeous, cute, busy and yet still relatively quiet which was really nice.
I walked up to the building and found the floor my flat was on. I reached the door, stopped, and looked at it. I took a huge breath. This was going to be my home for the next year. This is where my new life would start. I fished the keys out of my purse and slowly inserted the key into the lock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young man looking at me. I probably looked like a freak taking so long to open the door. I turned the key and slowly swung the door open.
My jaw dropped to the floor. I walked inside and closed the door. I walked down the small foyer to my right. It opened up into a huge living room with a L shape couch against one wall and a flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Behind the couch was a small, yet gorgeous wood table. To the left of the table, on the other side of the foyer was the kitchen. It was a fairly large kitchen, and had a walk-in closet for food storage. The kitchen was completely updated which was very nice! Next to the kitchen was the second bedroom, which was a fairly decent size room with a nice closet. To the right of the bedroom was a full bathroom. Leading out of the living room was an absolutely huge terrace, which had a gorgeous view of the city! I saved the best for last and went to the master bedroom. It was HUGE. It had a walk-in closet, and an en-suite full bathroom that was fairly large as well. I noticed another door and opened it. On the other side was my own private balcony. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t cramped either. It also had an amazing view. I stood out there for a while, just soaking up the fact that I was finally here, in London!! http://www.vaswanigroup.com/brentwood/apartment_floorplans.html (first one to the left on top)
I started to feel really tired, and even though I didn’t have anything unpacked, and there weren’t any covers on the bed I walked inside and fell onto the huge bed. It was very comfortable, even without pillows or blankets. I fell asleep within a few minutes because I was so exhausted.
* * *
I woke up the next morning at 11. I had gotten in at 7:30, and went to bed at about 9. I was surprised I slept that long. I normally can never sleep in that late! I figured I needed to start unpacking all the boxes that were sitting in the living room of all my stuff. I realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I went to go look for my boxes of clothes to change into something else. I finally found the boxes and hauled them into the bedroom. I started unpacking them and right away came across a pair of old grey sweatpants, and a tight blank tank top with the Batman symbol on it and pulled them on. I threw my thin hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face.
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I started to unpack my clothes, which took about an hour to unpack and arrange. Then I pulled out my bed sheets and comforter and put them over the bed. I found pillows in the closet and threw pillow cases onto them then put them on the bed. I decided to check out the kitchen to see what more appliances I would need to get. To my surprise the kitchen was fully stalked with pots, pans, plates, utensils, you name it, and it was here. Well that’s helpful, I thought to myself.
“CRAP!” I slapped my forehead and ran to try and find my phone. I never called my parents last night because I was so tired and forgot. I finally found my phone. It said I had 11 missed calls and 15 text messages. I quickly dialed my mom’s number hoping she wasn’t too mad.
“Charlotte?!” My mom answered in a slightly worried, angry, and relieved voice.
“Hi mum! I’m really sorry I didn’t call; I was just so tired and caught up in London’s beauty that I forgot! But I’m fine, got here safely, and this apartment is amazing!” I rambled out in one breath.
“I understand, I was just worried! Now tell me, how’s London?!” My mom and I chatted for about a half hour, and during that time I got hungry. I went to look what food I had when I remembered I hadn’t bought any yet. I would have to go get some today.
“Hey mom, I’m really hungry, so I’m going to go get some food! Love you call you later!”
“Ok sweetie, just make sure you are using the card that the doctors gave you, and follow the diet plan! You need to gain some strength back! Love you too!” I rolled my eyes, she knew I was planning on using that card, but she had to remind me! I hung up the phone and absentmindedly played with Kylie’s ring while I went to go change into something more decent for my first day in London. I decided on some dark blue skinny jeans, I kept the batman tank, a blue zip up hoodie, a red beanie to cover the bald spots, bright pink cheetah print vans, and a light brown cross body purse. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=75082314
I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me. I didn’t know where the store was, and wanted to walk around for a while to find one and explore the town. I headed down the elevator and walked out into the crisp London air. After about ten minutes I found a small grocer that had everything I needed. I was glad that there was one so close so that I didn’t have to carry the food as far.
I walked into the store and got a basket. I started walking around and grabbed a few light things that I could eat until I was fully unpacked and could go full on grocery shopping. I grabbed out the diet plan, and found most of the things on the list very easily. They were just a list of things that would help my body grow stronger. Everything on the list looked awesome, so I grabbed everything that I could carry. I saw that carrots were on the list, and I really like carrots so I set off to find them.
I finally walked down the refrigerated aisle and found the carrots. There was only one package left, so I grabbed them and put them into the basket. Just as I was about to head off to the checkout I heard a loud noise.
“NOOOOOOO!” A man about two or three years older than me came running down the aisle and stopped in front of me and the empty carrot section. He looked at the carrots in my basket and then to the empty carrot section. He was a few inches taller than me, I was 5’6 he was about 5’9. He had blue green eyes and was wearing black skinny jeans and a striped shirt. His straight brown hair was lying on his head flipped to the side.
“Excuse me, but are those the last bag of carrots?” He asked in a polite British accent. I still wasn’t used to all the accents and I almost melted right there it was so damn hot.
I quickly responded “Ermm, I suppose so, sorry.” I responded with a sympathetic smile.
“Oh, um, well, see I dragged my mates all the way to the store just so we could get some carrots…” He motioned to the four young men that were walking up behind him. They were all trying to contain their laughter.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I would give you these, but I’m really craving carrots right now…” This was getting kind of awkward, but the man seemed sweet.
“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, his face falling. “Ok, well how about I buy the carrots and then all go and get some tea and then we can share them. That way we both get carrots!” He said his face lighting up.
“Umm,” I was a little skeptical at first, but I needed to make some new friends, and this seemed like a prime opportunity. “Ok then.”
He smiled wildly.
“Thanks! I’m Louis by the way.” He held his hand out to shake and I giggled nervously at how formal he was.
“I’m Charlotte.” I shook his hand. He motioned for the other boys to come forward.
“I’m Harry.” He flashed a smile with huge dimples and came to give me a hug. I smiled at the fact that he was being so friendly. He had long, curly brown hair that was swept off to the side, bright green eyes and huge dimples.
“I’m Liam.” Another friendly hug, and again I smiled at how nice they were being. Liam had short brown hair, like a buzz cut, and chocolate brown eyes.
“I’m Zayn.” He gave me a tight hug, and then released me. He had darker skin, dark black hair that was styled up into a high quaff, and he had light chocolate brown eyes.
“And I’m Niall.” His Irish accent caught me off guard as he pulled me in for a hug. The hug was very sweet, and it made me never want to let go. When he pulled away (sadly) I noticed that he was the only one with blond hair, but there was dark brown at the roots and mixed in his hair which made it look very good, he had piercing blue eyes with a hint of green, and his hair looked intentionally messy which also looked extremely hot.
“Hi I’m Char…”
“Charlotte. It’s nice to meet you.” Niall finished my sentence for me and I found it very cute. I smiled at him.
“Do you want to go head to the check out and then grab some tea to make up for sharing your carrots with me?”
“Sure.”
Niall’s P.O.V.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Louis screamed out and started hurriedly walking down the aisle to where a girl about our age was standing looking confused.
“She took the last bag of carrots! AHH!” Louis said to us.
“Geez Lou, don’t kill her for taking the carrots!” Liam said while laughing. We all cracked up because that is something he would totally do. Lou walked up to her and started talking to her while the rest of us all hung back trying to control our laughter. When Lou motioned to us we started to walk forward again, our laughter slowly dying away. When I got near enough to look at the girl properly I almost stopped in my tracks. Damn. She. Was. Beautiful. I tried not to let anyone see me hesitate but like usual Zayn saw and smirked at me. I started to blush as we finally stood in front of her.
“Thanks! I’m Louis by the way!” He gave her a formal handshake which was totally out of character for Lou, but I guess he was just being polite.
“I’m Charlotte.” Charlotte. Charlotte. Wow that was a beautiful name. All the rest of the lads introduced themselves until it was my turn.
“And I’m Niall.” I pulled her in for a huge hug that I hoped she liked. When we pulled away she was smiling widely, and I gave her a big smile which just seemed to make her smile bigger.
“Do you want to go head to the check out and then grab some tea to make up for sharing your carrots with me?” Lou asked, interrupting our smiles.
“Sure.” She tore her eyes away from mine as she looked to Lou and nodded.
Wow she was very beautiful. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a blue hoodie, pink vans, a beanie and very little makeup, which just made her look even prettier. Underneath her jacket she had a Batman tank top on, which was a huge plus. I was liking this girl more and more. I wanted to get to know her more. I smiled to myself as we all walked towards the check out. She wasn’t fangirling, which just means either she doesn’t know who I am, she wasn’t a big fan, or she is just very good at controlling herself. I was glad she hadn’t screamed.
Charlotte’s P.O.V
As I was walking to the checkout something clicked in my brain. Harry…Louis…Niall…Zayn…Liam? I glanced back at the four boys walking behind me. They were all smiling at me. OH MY GOD. I recognized those names, those faces, and those accents. I was going to get tea with One Direction!!!!!!
The plane ride was extremely long and boring. I was wearing a pink shirt with a grey cardigan and purple belt, black leggings with crosses on them, grey boots, a black purse, and my hair was down and natural with a grey beanie over it to cover the places where my hair had fallen out. http://www.polyvore.com/airplane_outfit/set?id=74763561 I plugged my earphones into my phone and put it on shuffle. The first song to come on was a song I didn’t even realize I still had. It was Ready, Set, Don’t Go by Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus. It explained my situation perfectly. I knew this was something I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to leave my family. I started to tear up again at the end of the song. The next song that came on was Carry On by Fun. It was exactly what I needed right now. To pick myself up and carry on from what has all happened to me.
* * *
I walked out of the airport and breathed in the fresh air in London. My first breath in London was amazing. I looked all around me and it was drop dead beautiful here. I had a feeling I was really going to like it here. I was a little stuffed up from the plane ride so I took a few minutes to look around before hopping in a cab and giving him the address to my new apartment, or flat. I passed the hospital on the way to the flat, and it was a beautiful well-built building. I knew I would be in good hands there. It was about a half hour drive from the airport to where my flat is, but it was in a beautiful, part of the city. It was absolutely gorgeous, cute, busy and yet still relatively quiet which was really nice.
I walked up to the building and found the floor my flat was on. I reached the door, stopped, and looked at it. I took a huge breath. This was going to be my home for the next year. This is where my new life would start. I fished the keys out of my purse and slowly inserted the key into the lock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young man looking at me. I probably looked like a freak taking so long to open the door. I turned the key and slowly swung the door open.
My jaw dropped to the floor. I walked inside and closed the door. I walked down the small foyer to my right. It opened up into a huge living room with a L shape couch against one wall and a flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Behind the couch was a small, yet gorgeous wood table. To the left of the table, on the other side of the foyer was the kitchen. It was a fairly large kitchen, and had a walk-in closet for food storage. The kitchen was completely updated which was very nice! Next to the kitchen was the second bedroom, which was a fairly decent size room with a nice closet. To the right of the bedroom was a full bathroom. Leading out of the living room was an absolutely huge terrace, which had a gorgeous view of the city! I saved the best for last and went to the master bedroom. It was HUGE. It had a walk-in closet, and an en-suite full bathroom that was fairly large as well. I noticed another door and opened it. On the other side was my own private balcony. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t cramped either. It also had an amazing view. I stood out there for a while, just soaking up the fact that I was finally here, in London!! http://www.vaswanigroup.com/brentwood/apartment_floorplans.html (first one to the left on top)
I started to feel really tired, and even though I didn’t have anything unpacked, and there weren’t any covers on the bed I walked inside and fell onto the huge bed. It was very comfortable, even without pillows or blankets. I fell asleep within a few minutes because I was so exhausted.
* * *
I woke up the next morning at 11. I had gotten in at 7:30, and went to bed at about 9. I was surprised I slept that long. I normally can never sleep in that late! I figured I needed to start unpacking all the boxes that were sitting in the living room of all my stuff. I realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I went to go look for my boxes of clothes to change into something else. I finally found the boxes and hauled them into the bedroom. I started unpacking them and right away came across a pair of old grey sweatpants, and a tight blank tank top with the Batman symbol on it and pulled them on. I threw my thin hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face.
I started to unpack my clothes, which took about an hour to unpack and arrange. Then I pulled out my bed sheets and comforter and put them over the bed. I found pillows in the closet and threw pillow cases onto them then put them on the bed. I decided to check out the kitchen to see what more appliances I would need to get. To my surprise the kitchen was fully stalked with pots, pans, plates, utensils, you name it, and it was here. Well that’s helpful, I thought to myself.
“CRAP!” I slapped my forehead and ran to try and find my phone. I never called my parents last night because I was so tired and forgot. I finally found my phone. It said I had 11 missed calls and 15 text messages. I quickly dialed my mom’s number hoping she wasn’t too mad.
“Charlotte?!” My mom answered in a slightly worried, angry, and relieved voice.
“Hi mum! I’m really sorry I didn’t call; I was just so tired and caught up in London’s beauty that I forgot! But I’m fine, got here safely, and this apartment is amazing!” I rambled out in one breath.
“I understand, I was just worried! Now tell me, how’s London?!” My mom and I chatted for about a half hour, and during that time I got hungry. I went to look what food I had when I remembered I hadn’t bought any yet. I would have to go get some today.
“Hey mom, I’m really hungry, so I’m going to go get some food! Love you call you later!”
“Ok sweetie, just make sure you are using the card that the doctors gave you, and follow the diet plan! You need to gain some strength back! Love you too!” I rolled my eyes, she knew I was planning on using that card, but she had to remind me! I hung up the phone and absentmindedly played with Kylie’s ring while I went to go change into something more decent for my first day in London. I decided on some dark blue skinny jeans, I kept the batman tank, a blue zip up hoodie, a red beanie to cover the bald spots, bright pink cheetah print vans, and a light brown cross body purse. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=75082314
I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me. I didn’t know where the store was, and wanted to walk around for a while to find one and explore the town. I headed down the elevator and walked out into the crisp London air. After about ten minutes I found a small grocer that had everything I needed. I was glad that there was one so close so that I didn’t have to carry the food as far.
I walked into the store and got a basket. I started walking around and grabbed a few light things that I could eat until I was fully unpacked and could go full on grocery shopping. I grabbed out the diet plan, and found most of the things on the list very easily. They were just a list of things that would help my body grow stronger. Everything on the list looked awesome, so I grabbed everything that I could carry. I saw that carrots were on the list, and I really like carrots so I set off to find them.
I finally walked down the refrigerated aisle and found the carrots. There was only one package left, so I grabbed them and put them into the basket. Just as I was about to head off to the checkout I heard a loud noise.
“NOOOOOOO!” A man about two or three years older than me came running down the aisle and stopped in front of me and the empty carrot section. He looked at the carrots in my basket and then to the empty carrot section. He was a few inches taller than me, I was 5’6 he was about 5’9. He had blue green eyes and was wearing black skinny jeans and a striped shirt. His straight brown hair was lying on his head flipped to the side.
“Excuse me, but are those the last bag of carrots?” He asked in a polite British accent. I still wasn’t used to all the accents and I almost melted right there it was so damn hot.
I quickly responded “Ermm, I suppose so, sorry.” I responded with a sympathetic smile.
“Oh, um, well, see I dragged my mates all the way to the store just so we could get some carrots…” He motioned to the four young men that were walking up behind him. They were all trying to contain their laughter.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I would give you these, but I’m really craving carrots right now…” This was getting kind of awkward, but the man seemed sweet.
“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, his face falling. “Ok, well how about I buy the carrots and then all go and get some tea and then we can share them. That way we both get carrots!” He said his face lighting up.
“Umm,” I was a little skeptical at first, but I needed to make some new friends, and this seemed like a prime opportunity. “Ok then.”
He smiled wildly.
“Thanks! I’m Louis by the way.” He held his hand out to shake and I giggled nervously at how formal he was.
“I’m Charlotte.” I shook his hand. He motioned for the other boys to come forward.
“I’m Harry.” He flashed a smile with huge dimples and came to give me a hug. I smiled at the fact that he was being so friendly. He had long, curly brown hair that was swept off to the side, bright green eyes and huge dimples.
“I’m Liam.” Another friendly hug, and again I smiled at how nice they were being. Liam had short brown hair, like a buzz cut, and chocolate brown eyes.
“I’m Zayn.” He gave me a tight hug, and then released me. He had darker skin, dark black hair that was styled up into a high quaff, and he had light chocolate brown eyes.
“And I’m Niall.” His Irish accent caught me off guard as he pulled me in for a hug. The hug was very sweet, and it made me never want to let go. When he pulled away (sadly) I noticed that he was the only one with blond hair, but there was dark brown at the roots and mixed in his hair which made it look very good, he had piercing blue eyes with a hint of green, and his hair looked intentionally messy which also looked extremely hot.
“Hi I’m Char…”
“Charlotte. It’s nice to meet you.” Niall finished my sentence for me and I found it very cute. I smiled at him.
“Do you want to go head to the check out and then grab some tea to make up for sharing your carrots with me?”
“Sure.”
Niall’s P.O.V.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Louis screamed out and started hurriedly walking down the aisle to where a girl about our age was standing looking confused.
“She took the last bag of carrots! AHH!” Louis said to us.
“Geez Lou, don’t kill her for taking the carrots!” Liam said while laughing. We all cracked up because that is something he would totally do. Lou walked up to her and started talking to her while the rest of us all hung back trying to control our laughter. When Lou motioned to us we started to walk forward again, our laughter slowly dying away. When I got near enough to look at the girl properly I almost stopped in my tracks. Damn. She. Was. Beautiful. I tried not to let anyone see me hesitate but like usual Zayn saw and smirked at me. I started to blush as we finally stood in front of her.
“Thanks! I’m Louis by the way!” He gave her a formal handshake which was totally out of character for Lou, but I guess he was just being polite.
“I’m Charlotte.” Charlotte. Charlotte. Wow that was a beautiful name. All the rest of the lads introduced themselves until it was my turn.
“And I’m Niall.” I pulled her in for a huge hug that I hoped she liked. When we pulled away she was smiling widely, and I gave her a big smile which just seemed to make her smile bigger.
“Do you want to go head to the check out and then grab some tea to make up for sharing your carrots with me?” Lou asked, interrupting our smiles.
“Sure.” She tore her eyes away from mine as she looked to Lou and nodded.
Wow she was very beautiful. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a blue hoodie, pink vans, a beanie and very little makeup, which just made her look even prettier. Underneath her jacket she had a Batman tank top on, which was a huge plus. I was liking this girl more and more. I wanted to get to know her more. I smiled to myself as we all walked towards the check out. She wasn’t fangirling, which just means either she doesn’t know who I am, she wasn’t a big fan, or she is just very good at controlling herself. I was glad she hadn’t screamed.
Charlotte’s P.O.V
As I was walking to the checkout something clicked in my brain. Harry…Louis…Niall…Zayn…Liam? I glanced back at the four boys walking behind me. They were all smiling at me. OH MY GOD. I recognized those names, those faces, and those accents. I was going to get tea with One Direction!!!!!!
Notes
Ok, this was 6 PAGES on Word, so I hope it is long enough for you guys!! PLEASE tell me what you think! If you have any suggestions, or want me to write the boys personality different then please tell me!! I really want you guys to comment and let me knw what you think, so I might not post unitl i get at least a few commments to let me know how i am doing. Thanks!Comment~Rate~Subscribe~
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7/21/13