This Chapter is in Mae's P.O.V.

Enjoy.

I was in love with my hotel room. It was actually amazing. I had a huge glass window, which gave me the best view of London ever. I had a massive queen sized bed, all to myself, with a mini fridge opposite it, which was next to a huge flat screen television.

I'd spent the previous night watching films on the TV and picking drinks and snacks out of the fridge at regular intervals. I'd retired to bed at around two o'clock, knowing that I wouldn't wake up until about twelve the next day.

Oh and how right I had been. I managed to pull myself out of the extremely comfortable bed at eleven fifty-eight, before dragging myself off to the bathroom to get showered. First, of course, I had figure out how to use the shower.

I wrapped myself in the warm, fluffy dressing gown that was provided and pulled back the shower curtain. Everything was perfectly white and sparkling clean. Shampoo and shower gel were provided, along with a sponge. I smiled to myself and looked up at the system that controlled the showers temperature. At that point, my smile faded. I was terrible at working anything electrical, or anything with switches of any kind, unless someone had explained how to use the item thoroughly.

I frowned slightly and, dropping my dressing gown, climbed into the shower. I slid the shower curtain shut after me. I looked up at the shower system, and took the shower head out of its holder. I pushed a little white button, which said 'Power' and, remarkably, water began to shoot out the end of the shower head. I smiled again and looked back up at the shower system. There was a small handle, which was surrounded by red and blue marks. I took a guess that the handle controlled the temperature. I twisted the handle to the left and the water began to heat up. I grinned, feeling quite successful.

For five minutes I just stood underneath the shower head, letting the water drench me. I wiped the water from my eyes and grabbed the shampoo. I washed my hair before grabbing the sponge from the side, along with the shower gel.

It wasn't long before things started to go a little pear shaped. I was lathering the sponge when I dropped it. I bent over to pick it up when the hot water suddenly went cold and made me jump. I automatically stepped back and slipped on the bubbles that littered the bottom of the bath tub. I landed on my back with an 'Oof!' and hit my head against the back of the bath tub.

I was dazed for a moment, feeling the bubbles pop against my back. I only decided to sit up when I heard the door to my room open.

"Mae?" I heard Patrick call.

"Oh, bugger," I mumbled, standing up and turning off the shower. I jumped out of the bath, dried myself with a towel and wrapped myself in the fluffy dressing gown.

"Hi, Patrick," I said as I opened the bathroom door.

"Oh, hello, Mae," he said, smiling. "How are you finding the room?"

"It's great," I said, nodding and smiling.

"Ah, glad you think so," he said. "So, what are you up to today?"

Patrick was starting to get on my nerves with all the questions he was asking, but I decided to answer them all, seeing as he was letting me stay in his hotel for free.

"I don't really know what I'll do today," I announced, pausing to think of something to do. "I may go out and get used to the place."

Patrick nodded, agreeing that it was a good idea. He said goodbye to me and left me alone in my room. I frowned at the door for a moment before deciding to get changed.

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I made my way down to the lobby at half past one, my trusty rucksack on my back with my purse and phone inside. As I made my way over to the double doors, which lead me back out on to the street, I waved at Patrick. He waved back to me and smiled.

I stepped onto the pavement and looked around. Cars flew past me on the road and people pushed past me on the pavement. I sighed and started walking.

I walked for half an hour, merely getting used the streets and making mental notes as to where everything was. I walked past shops that I'd heard people talk about, but never had the privilege of looking at myself. I looked into the huge front window of Harrods and looked at a coat that was on display. I'd heard Harrods was pretty pricey, so I looked at the price tag on the coat.

It read: '£170'.

"Bloody 'ell," I murmured, staring at the price tag. I shook my head and carried on walking.

I walked down the street a little bit more, trying to remember all of the specific shop names, so I could recall where I was if I was out again.

I was now walking through a park, taking pictures of trees and flowers on my phone. I spotted the London Eye in the distance and stood up to take a picture of it, when I was hit on my right side and I feel to the floor.

I coughed, feeling winded. I opened my eyes to see a guy with red hair and green eyes looking down at me.

"Shit, I'm so, so sorry," he apologised, extending a hand for me to hold. I grabbed it and the boy pulled me up.

"That's okay," I said, brushing myself off and coughing again. I saw the guy looking at me and I held out my hand. "Mae Crescent," I said.

"Erm…I'm Ben…Ben Thompson," he stuttered, shaking my hand.

I smiled up at him. He was a good six inches taller than me.

"Where are you from? I noticed your accent…" he trailed off, looking down at his feet.

My smiled broadened. It was cute to see a guy so nervous around me. "I'm from Manchester," I said.

He nodded, but didn't say anything else. I could tell he had more questions to ask, but he must have thought it rude.

"Look, give me your number and I'll call you, so we can meet up again," I said, getting my phone out of my bag.

"Oh, I don't have a mobile," he said, looking quiet shocked. "Here, let me take your number and I'll call you."

I nodded and recited my number to him. After that, I smiled and said goodbye to him, waving at him over my shoulder.

I wonder if he'll call me, I thought. Now, how the hell do I get back to the hotel? I wondered, looking around for a shop that I remembered.