Hi :). So here's a story that's written by DemolitionLover14 and myself. We'll be doing alternate chapters, so I've written the first one :).

Here it is- enjoy :D.

The street was quiet except for the clatter of wheels against the uneven pavement slabs. Freddie glanced down at his loud suitcase and willed it to move along more quietly, worrying about waking up the inhabitants of the houses on either side of the road.

Just as he turned the corner onto Fleet Street, the handle of the heavy suitcase snapped off, leaving Freddie's aching arm relieved, but his mind anxious and weary. He groaned as the first drops of rain began to fall from the sky.

And then the full force of Freddie's misfortune struck him as he looked at the road sign on the side of the house in front of him.

"Harrison Street?" he muttered, fishing his unused map from his pocket. He closed his eyes, praying for patience. The stranger had sent him in completely the wrong direction.

The rain was getting heavier. Freddie stared at his suitcase with a sigh. His coat and jacket were inside, where Freddie couldn't get to them due to the zip that had gotten stuck. He would have to buy a pair of pliers in the morning to get his things out. This didn't help him at that particular moment, however, as he stood in his t-shirt, shivering.

Freddie tried to get into his suitcase anyway, trying desperately to open the zip, but it wouldn't budge. He kicked it angrily, causing it to topple over onto his foot. He swore as the heaviest object- his metal box of hairdressing tools- crushed his toe.

After freeing his foot, he sat on his suitcase dejectedly. He brushed his stringy blonde hair from his grey eyes and stared at the floor.

He was tired, he was hungry, he was a long walk away from where he needed to be and he was fed up. He had moved to London for a fresh start, but so far it hadn't been exactly what he had expected.

The first thing that had gone wrong was he had missed his train to London. After hours of arguing with train station employees, he had been allowed to get on a later train when one that wasn't booked out came through. Then, once he was in London, he had got lost on his way to the nearest tube station. After almost an hour of wandering around, it turned out to be underneath the train station all along.

Then Freddie had got off the tube two stops too late, so he got back on a tube going the other way. But he had lost a bag on it, so he had to stay at the tube station waiting for it to make its way back to him, courtesy of the surprisingly helpful staff. Once he had his bag (with his map, phone and wallet still inside, thankfully), he had been all set to walk to Fleet Street, where he would take up his new residence in a flat above the chip shop there.

But the stranger he had asked for directions from had been wrong, and sent him here which- he saw on the map- was rather far from Fleet Street. And now it was raining. Heavily.

Just about stopping himself from giving up, Freddie got up. His legs burned, but he ignored them and set about half-carrying, half-dragging his bag back the way he had come. His back screamed at him as he walked hunched over, his arms ached, his whole body felt like jelly, his eyes would barely stay open, yet Freddie carried on, determined to get to his destination.

Eventually, he did arrive. By this time, he was soaked to the skin and on the point of collapse, but he still continued down the road to find the chip shop. He paused outside, looking up at the terrible pun hung over the door: Cod Almighty.

Trying (and failing) to resist the urge to roll his eyes, Freddie stepped inside the shop and immediately felt warmed. He glanced around, inhaling the wonderful smell. When he had taken in the room, he stepped toward the counter and found himself looking at the most beautiful girl he had ever set eyes on.

It wasn't that she was particularly pretty, it was more the way she carried herself as she moved around behind the counter. She held herself with a stunning amount of grace. It seemed as though every movement was well-placed and thought out, yet she moved so quickly that there was no way she could pre-plan the placement of every limb.

Then the girl turned to look at him, her long, dark brown hair whirling around her head with her sudden movement. Her brown eyes bored into his as a small frown appeared on her forehead.

"We're closed." she said sharply.

"Are you Suzanne Beckett?"

"No." the girl said unhelpfully. Freddie gazed at her for a moment, hoping for more.

"Well is she here?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes."

He sighed.

"Could you get her for me please?"

There was a beat.

"Yes." she turned away and walked into a room to the left of the counter. "Mum!" she called. Freddie was left gazing after her, very confused.

After a moment, a brown-haired woman appeared behind the counter. She looked almost exactly like an older version of the girl. Freddie supposed she was.

"Mrs. Beckett?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Freddie Carter. I'm here about the flat upstairs."

"Oh, yes. I didn't expect to see you so late."

"I was… held up a few times."

"Oh dear. Trains, eh?" Mrs. Beckett tutted. "But still, you're here now. Come with me." she reached down and pulled out a set of keys before leading Freddie out of the chip shop and up a set of outdoor stairs. She opened the door on the balcony and led him inside.

"This is nice." Freddie remarked, glancing around at the room he was in. He particularly liked the large window on the sloping wall opposite the door.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Well love, here's your keys. The bathroom, bedroom and kitchen's just through there. It's all furnished, just as promised. Everything besides this room is new- we had an extra floor we didn't need and decided to make this place fit for renting. We've had some trouble though."

"Trouble?" Freddie asked, staring at the door the woman had been indicating.

"Yeah. Funny things happening. You don't believe in ghosts do you, son?" she nodded as Freddie shook his head. "Good- you shouldn't have any worries then."

"What do you mean?" Freddie asked, curious. He took a seat on the sofa in the corner. Mrs. Beckett pulled up a chair and sat opposite him.

"Well we've heard strange things. Bangs, thumps. Screams. Keep telling my Laura it's nothing, but she won't believe me."

"Who's Laura?"

"The girl you just met. I apologise for her rudeness. It takes her a while to warm up to people, see. It's these noises. They've got her right scared. She's not quick to trust. Particularly not after what she's seen…" Mrs. Beckett's eyes glazed over for a moment, as though she was lost in thought. Then she shook herself. "Anyway, no point in dwelling on the past. I'd best be leaving you to get settled." and with that, she left hastily.

Freddie sighed, then hauled his suitcase through the door and down the hall, glancing in the rooms until he found the main bedroom. He dumped his suitcase in a corner and lay on the already-made bed. Mrs. Beckett didn't do things by halves it seemed.

Tiredly, he replayed his conversation with Mrs. Beckett in his mind. She was definitely hiding something. But what? He didn't know much about the history of the place, and if he wasn't so certain that there were no such things as ghosts, he would have been spooked.

Well, at the very least it would be a nice place for him to set up his new hairdressing business. And the spare room would do nicely for his mother to come and visit him. It had almost broken his heart to leave her, but he was twenty now. He had to start standing on his own.

And Laura. He would bring her out of her shell. He wondered if she spoke as much as her mother when she was with someone she trusted. Perhaps she was the opposite. Either way, he would find out, he resolved.

For the first time in his life, Freddie was in a position that had the potential to make him very, very happy. And that was why he fell asleep with a smile on his face that night.

There you go :). Hope you enjoyed it :P. Please review and let us know what you think!