Ellie Loves Zayn
Chapter
1:
"Ellie hurry up,
we're going to miss our flight!" I shrugged into my
ratty, old, grey sweatpants and pulled on a bright red American
Eagle hoodie. My long hair still wet and wrapped up in a towel
from my shower, which I have to say was rushed. I hurridly pulled
the tangly mess into a messy bun, grabbed my duffel bag and raced
down the carpeted stairs. "It's about time. I've
been waiting on you for almost ten minutes, I'm surprised the
transportation guy hasn't left yet." I rolled my eyes at
my mothers comment and ripped open the front door.
We were on our way to Great
Britain, not on vacation, but soon to be living there. I (my
mother also) have no idea what anything looks like (despite
pictures of Big Ben), where anything is located, and how to get
to Bradford. The only thing I know, is that we're traveling
hundreds, maybe even thousands of miles from a small town in
Tennessee, USA, to some forgien place called Bradford, England.
Wish us luck.
I rushed out into the chilly
morning air. It is exactly 5:43 in the morning, but the sun is
already peeping through the grey clouds, probably hoping to
spread a little light on this otherwise gloomy day. The
transportation service is waiting to take me, my mother, and a
very agitated cat to the airport, since our car had been loaded
onto the plane already. My father is waiting for us across the
ocean, hopefully unpacing all the bags and boxes we've
already shipped to him.
***
I lugged my bag out of the
taxi and began my journey towards the tall, red-brick apartment
building before me. The building is some ten stories high but
made differently from any apartment building I've ever been
in. Each floor was like one house, is this what a flat is? I
asked myself. The windows were shiny and looked like they had
just been washed until they were squeaky clean, there is no
litter in sight, and a janitor is sweeping leaves off the
entrance. Clean place. Good. The door is one of those big thick
wooden doors, I'm pretty sure it's oak, considering its
dark and tough. I shoved the door open and heaved the heavy bag
over the thresh-hold behind me. It's nearly eleven thirty in
the morning, but everyone in the building seem as if they had
just gotten out of bed. Some peoples hair is still in nightcaps,
others are wearing fuzzy slippers, while a few are lounging
around sipping their morning coffee right here in the lobby.
These people all seem like
family. They're so friendly and kind, I've gotten three
head nods and a hello before I even made it to the front desk. A
mousy brunette in a pinstriped blazer sits behind the tall
counter, typing vigorously on her keyboard, paying no mind to any
of the chatter surrounding her. "May I help you?" The
mousy brunette suddenly spoke and I jumped. "Oh um, yes. Hi,
I'm Ellie Mayes and I was wondering if I could please have an
extra room key for my apartment- I mean flat- my father has one,
but he is prone to losing things." I ramble, twirling a
strand of wavy hair around my finger. "Of course, which
floor are you on?" Mousy said giving a sudden smile.
"It's the very top." Turns out the
receptionist's name is Rebecca, but everyone calls her Becca.
We continued chatting for a while until my mother burst
through the heavy wooden doors, threw her suitcase down on the
floor, and pulled up the tanktop under her shirt. "Did you
get the key, El?" She asked me, giving her dazzling smile. I
nodded yes and made my way towards the elevator, after saying
goodbye to Becca.
So what do you think? Ellie meets Zayn in
the next chapter!