A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction, hope you guys like it! Please review :)
~Also, shout out to RoseWilliams15 for the awesome beta. Check out her amazing stuff!
Molly Hooper stepped off the train, after what felt like an eternity, onto platform 7 in London, England. After retrieving her luggage, she sheepishly made her way through the crowd of people bustling about, trying to catch their train. Climbing the stairs to the top, she remembered the map of London she almost forgot to pack because of the excitement of living in a new and gorgeous city.
"Oh crumpets." She sighed as she struggled to figure which way was the right side up; she never learned the basic skill of reading a map, only because she never needed one. "Here we go, now we're getting somewhere!" Turing the map to the right made it look correct, and Molly went into the direction of her new apartment. As she stopped at a crosswalk to cross the street, a man caught her eyes. He stuck out to her, not only with his cheek bones that could break a sidewalk, but with this sad look in his eyes that oddly made her want to comfort him. But, that look in his eyes came and went in a split second. This perfect stranger seemed to sense her stare because he turned and looked straight into Molly's eyes. Molly's heart skipped a beat, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. His eyes looked like the ocean, and it made her blush just looking at this god-like specimen. The man's eyebrows stitched together in what looked like confusion, as he seemed to analyze every inch of her. Hours seemed to pass by as they held each other's stare, but when the sign signaled her that she could cross the street, the spell was broken. Molly looked towards the street to look at the time she had to cross, and when she looked back in the direction of the man, he was gone.
"That man was…gorgeous. Oh well, I'll probably never see him again." She sadly thought to herself. And with that said, she crossed the road and continued the journey to her apartment.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Molly stood perplexed in the doorway of her not so new apartment. It looked nothing like the picture online. Instead of fresh new paint and doors and cupboards, there was chipped and peeling paint; squeaky, dirty doors; and no cupboard doors at all! Not to mention the slight stench of urine and garbage. Turing on her heel, a seething Molly Hooper stomped downstairs to her landlord. After continuously pounding on his door, he finally, hesitantly, opened to see Molly practically shaking with anger.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
"This is beyond absurd!" She yelled, "I'm paying 1300.00 a month for that shack you call an apartment?!"
He looked shocked at how loud she had gotten, for someone who looked so petite. Opening his door wider, to get a better look, he asked her what apartment number she was at.
She managed to regain some of her composure, and answered.
"I'm at 14C, upstairs." She breathed out a steady flow of breath to calm herself down.
The landlord stood straight faced for one second, then started chuckling to himself, as if Molly had just told him a joke.
"Is something funny, sir? I came to London expecting what I paid for and you're over here-"
She stopped in the middle of her sentence, as he held up his hand to stop her from rambling on.
"You went to the wrong room miss." He continued to chuckle silently to himself. "That room is under renovations, this is your real room. Sorry about the inconvenience." He looked at her with kindness in his eyes and maybe a bit of annoyance, but she ignored it, still annoyed that he didn't have the brains to tell her before she came down here.
He handed her a piece of paper with her name on it and a new assigned room. As she processed this information, her cheeks slowly started to burn red. Realizing that her reaction was a bit overdone, she refused to make eye contact and muttered an unintelligible apology, then scurried to her new room. The landlord called after her, "My name is Frank by the way! Nice to meet you!" This embarrassed her even further, and she made a b-line straight for her new room.
"Wow this is more like it." It was exactly how it was in the picture. Everything was new! Fresh paint, new carpet, new windows, the list went on and on.
"Thank heavens the movers brought everything here already." She flung herself on the couch, ready for a good night sleep. But, she realized she hadn't eaten a thing today. Now her stomach was making the noises of a ghastly beast, and she reluctantly made her way to a box labeled 'Kitchen' and took out things to make herself a meal. When she finally climbed into her newly made bed, she looked at her clock and it said 12:30. She yawned, then laid her sleepy head on her pillow. "Jeez, I'm tired." And with that, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
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