The night was taking over the sky, blanketing its darkness over the rays of light that were poking through.
It was 7 pm in Bradford, England. It was springtime and it had just stopped raining, so there were puddles all over. A brisk wind blew through, chilling the entire area.
Logan Henderson and his band-mates James Maslow, Carlos Pena, and Kendall Schmidt better known as Big Time Rush, were in England for a few days. They were going around to promote their new album, do a few concerts, and try to spread their name throughout other continents.
The boys got to their hotel, mobs of fans attacked them, begging them for their autographs, screaming their names, some even proposed. But they were used to it. It's what they lived for.
Especially Logan.
"Haven't even been here an hour and we were already mobbed." Kendall said to Logan, smirking as they stood in the elevator, going up to the "executive" floor. They scurried out of the crammed box, once it opened and scurried to find their suites. Each one having their personal room of course. But before they could, they found their security guards holding them back.
"What?" Logan said to them.
"It's about time you got here boys. You need to rest up, you have your first performance in England tonight and you need to be at your best, do you understand me?" Their manager had randomly appeared in front of them. Her arms crossed.
"Yes, Sarah." They said boringly. They all hated their manager that Nickelodeon had stuck them with. She was rude, obnoxious, and didn't really care about the boys. She just cared about the money that the boys made for her.
"I'll be back here in three hours to get you to wardrobe and makeup. Be ready." Her heels clacked on the tile as she walked back towards the elevators.
Then, the boys shot out of the guards arms and to their rooms. Logan skillfully slid his key card into the slot, hearing the click that unlocked the door, and silently let the door fly open in front of him.
"Wow…" He whispered.
This was the biggest suite Logan had ever seen. There was a blue-carpeted hallway, leading up to the giant sitting room. An aqua couch laid out in front of an 80" TV. The wall in front of him was entirely glass, and the view was astonishing. To his right was the bedroom, where the kind sized bed fit comfortably in front of a nightstand, with yet another nice TV, ad his bags were already sitting on the foot rest.
There was also a game room, where multiple game stations, along with games were piled high.
"Jesus." Logan said, exploring the room, until a knock on the door startled him, and snapped him back to reality.
"Who is it?"
"James!"
Logan strode over and opened the door, James towering over him.
"Sarah told me to tell you that if you're hungry…Don't eat, you're gaining too much weight already."
Logan rolled his eyes. It was true, he wasn't as skinny as he was when they first started the band…But he wasn't fat.
"Whatever." Logan said, closing the door.
He sat down on the couch. He was in England and he was forced to sit in this room…Which wasn't bad, but he wanted to leave. He wanted to walk around England, bond with the British people.
A devilish smirk appeared on his face, and Logan got up off the couch and walked out of the hotel room door.
Because Sarah wasn't there to tell him otherwise, the only person stopping him from leaving was himself.
Haley Ferrero sat in an extremely small café at the corner of the road. She was sipping coffee and reading a book cozily, just as the spring rain cleared out, so she could walk home without getting wet.
Haley had a petite figure and light brown hair that fell down to her shoulders, with flawless curls that bounced whenever she walked. She had dazzling blue eyes, that sparkled whenever she smiled. She was wearing a slightly baggie hoodie, with white shorts and a pair of grey converse.
She wasn't really into TV or movies much. She was much more taken by a good book, or by nature. She wasn't really interested in the technological world. Which made her much more open-minded than the regular man. Her eyes scurried across the pages of the book, word after word until she heard the patter of the rain die out into nothingness. She peered out of the window and confirmed that the rain had ended, than she got up, threw a tip into the tip jar and was about to start the journey home.
If she hadn't crashed into someone while leaving the tip.
"Oh my goodness, I-I'm so sorry." She said to the stranger, getting up and brushing herself off.
"Jesus! Watch where you're-"
The ma looked up, and his chocolate-brown eyes met with her hazel ones.
"I-I'm sorry." She said. Enchanted by his looks, but not missing the fact that if he hadn't looked at her, he would have gone on swearing life a sailor.
"No, I-it was my fault." He said.
Haley's cheeks flushed red, and she made her way out of the café, leaving the stranger alone at the café.
He watched the mystery girl exit the café, then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a book, she must have dropped when the crashed into each other.
"Oh my god." He said, picking the book up and sprinting out of the café. He looked both ways, but the girl was gone. Nowhere to be seen, and there he was standing in front of a café with her book in his hands. He looked down to read the title of the book.
Crossing paths