So, chapter 2. i'm so happy that I got so many follows, favourites and reviews. My other two stories are nowhere near this. I wasn't expecting anything like this. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one!

The flight was long and I spent most of the time reading, trying to decide on what career to venture into next. Teacher maybe? Or maybe I could work in an office. It doesn't sound terribly exciting but it would be relaxing with the routine of it. By the time we had landed, I had decided that an office job was the best sounding option. I had never really done any office jobs and I felt like a break from the almost hectic chaos of the medical field. Whilst I had enjoyed it, I wanted a calm day job to enjoy. I took a taxi to the nearest hotel of decent quality and booked a room for a week. I changed into fresher clothes so I looked a little more relaxed - like a tourist rather than a business man.

I strolled around looking at the various sights and keeping an eye out for job centres and estate agents. I spotted a rather promising estate agent facing the Thames and browsed over the houses on sale in the front window. There was one house that caught my eye. It was a modest two story town house near the centre of London. Normally, that would be an immediate 'no' but there was no Esme to complain about the outdated smile and the lack of huge, exposing windows. The others generally didn't care as long as they had what they wanted for a room. That was another benefit of living alone, I suppose. No having to look for a massive house to keep all our belongings in. Just me and my stuff.

I entered the small building and was instantly greeted by a eager salesman. He smiled as he lead me over to a desk on the right and we sat down.

"So, what can I do for you today?"

"I saw a house on sale in your window that i'm interested in. I was wondering if I could have a look around."

"Yes, of course. which house?"

"The old victorian town house, the one near the city centre."

"Oh, I know the one you mean. We've had a lot of interest for it actually. We can arrange for someone to show you the house on Wenesday if you want? That is the first opening."

It was monday now so I wouldn't have to wait too long.

"Okay. What time?"

"Well, we have an opening at 11:30 and one at 14:30."

"I'll go for the 11:30 please."

He clicked away at his computer before looking back at me and smiling.

"All done sir. Have a nice day." I stood up with a smile and walked out of the door, feeling quite pleased with myself. I had managed to find a possible house on the first day. If this carries on, I'll have a job in no time!

I was heading back to the hotel, not quite concentrating when I bumped into somebody.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't concentrating!" I looked down to see a young man, around mid-twenties, on the ground in front of me. He had black unruly hair that went down to his shoulders and framed his delicate face. He had a dainty nose and full red lips. However, his most prominant feature were his eyes. They were a brilliant emerald and stood out against his pale skin and dark hair. I held out my hand and he took it, not even wincing about the cold. I helped him steady himself and he smiled up at me. he was small, only about 5'6 to my 6'.

"Oh, I feel so clumsy today! Bumping into everything! Let me buy you a coffee to make up for it!"

"No, it's fine, thank you." I smiled at his rambling as he wandered off in the direction of a nice looking cafe, obviously assuming I was following. I thought about just walking off, but that was rude and I hate disrespectful people so i followed him into the cafe.

We ordered our coffees and once they were done, we found a table and sat down.

"So what's your name, stranger?" His tone was playful and he had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Carlisle Cullen. And yours?" My tone was polite and friendly and made his grin grow even bigger.

"Well, Carlisle Cullen, it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry Potter"

Decided to leave it there. Expect another soon!