A/N: I understand I had quite a few readers on this book before I unpublished it so I'm here to warn you that from this chapter onwards, 3: London, I've edited some events that are much different, removed or even added in so if you don't want to feel too lost in the subsequent chapters, I do suggest rereading this chapter!
Other than that, thanks for reading :)
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My phone beeped the moment I threw my haversack on the bed in my hotel room, indicating that I had received a text from someone.
I raised an eyebrow at the lit screen and picked it up from the table.
Hey, this is Sam, we met in Manchester a week ago? :)
Raising both my eyebrows, I bit my lip as I contemplated my answer for him.
I remember you.
Tossing my phone back onto the table, I took a deep breath and slicked my brown hair back. I had arrived in London not three hours ago and had just settled into my hotel room, which like the rest, was quite impressive.
Taking my camcorder out, I took a deep breath and smiled at the dark, shiny lens. "Hey, it's Kayla here, and it's now show number 3 in London and I actually got a beautiful suite that's on the 65th floor, which by the way, has a beautiful view of the Big Ben."
I took the time to flash my suite, showing off the beautiful art pieces before settling on the Big Ben outside of the full length windows. It was currently in the middle of the day and I bit my lip, watching the busy streets bustle with people and vehicles that looked like miniature dolls in a dollhouse from where I stood by the window.
"It's beautiful, though," I mumbled to myself, suddenly feeling down and under for being away from home for just a simple one week.
After settling my stuff down, I checked my phone to see another text from Annoying Sam and I could somehow feel a smile flash on my face for a second before I toned it down to my neutral one.
How are you doing? x
My fingers hovered over the buttons of my newly bought iPhone 6 and bit my lip, trying to give him an answer that wouldn't piss him off yet give him notice of what I was doing.
I'm in London now.
Almost immediately, a reply came.
Aren't Infinite Distress in London now?
I shut my eyes and shook my head, bewildered at how fast he had managed to grasp onto that fact as though he had already known.
I guess they are.
With that, I tucked my phone back in and prepared to take a walk around the streets of London and make the best out of it before I had to leave again. It was good though, seeing a world that I had never seen before and every time I saw something different, it was like my mind had opened to a new perspective.
"Watch it," a man in a coat suddenly snarled as he brushed past me hurriedly. I was walking along a river by the hotel when he had bumped into me with no second thought to apologise but instead tell me to watch where I was walking.
Rude.
I rolled my eyes and brought my haversack higher up my shoulders, admiring the view of the beautiful river that glinted in the sunlight like diamonds in the rough. It was an amazing sight, almost breathtaking and I wasn't even started on the rest of the city.
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After a few more bumps into other rude, hurrying people, I stumbled across a bookshop that looked antique and certainly quiet as though no one ever came here. I frowned and looked up at the sign to see it open.
Placing my hand on the cool glass, I pushed the door open and immediately cringed at the loud door bell that was strung above the door to indicate the entrance of anyone. It was cringe-worthy, yes, because the place looked almost empty besides a young man at the corner behind the register looking almost bored to death and the sound of the bell rung like a church bell atop a tower in the middle of a desert.
The guy immediately jumped up when he saw me and slicked his hair back, smiling at the sight of me. "Hiya, welcome to Dale's Bookstore!"
"Hello," I smiled back and went further into the shop, my hands brushing on the dusty books that laid still on the shelves that covered the walls of the dim room.
The place smelled musky, dusty and of old books but one could only love the smell of it especially when they had an obsession with the words that could only be expressed on paper in ink.
I was one of those people.
"Are you searching for anything in particular?" The guy from the counter asked me as he stood behind me, looking over my shoulder.
I turned to glance at him with a shake of my head. "No, I'm just browsing, thanks."
He stepped back and I didn't have to turn to know that he had walked somewhere else. My fingers grazed the spines of the books lightly, my bottom lip tucked neatly behind my teeth.
Several titles that I hadn't seen before flashed past my eyes and I continued through several more shelves when I spotted a plain book with simple intricate designs along the sides. The only words that were placed on the cover was Here Till Sunday. It wasn't any thicker than a mini dictionary and looked like it hadn't been read before.
"Hey, how much is this book?" I asked while bringing the book into his sight.
The guy frowned at me for a moment, his eyes darting from my attire to my bag before scratching his head with a shy grin. "Oh that one, well, you can have it for free, I guess. No one's ever touched that book before so I guess I'll just give it away since I've been wanting get rid of it for quite some time now."
I raised an eyebrow and flipped through the contents of the book with a quick flip. Words and words flew by and I pressed my lips into a thin line, glancing at the guy again. "Thanks."
"Sure."
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Here Till Sunday - a synonym for "across the world"
How befitting. I blew a breath out through my nose and shook my head at the contents of the book in disbelief, already finding it ridiculous. I scoffed at the rough plot of the book because it seemed almost too cheesy and unrealistic.
Silently thanking the guy for letting me have it without having to pay, I continued to read its contents while sitting at a secluded cafe nearby to try and clear my mind.
"Love... It can bring you across the world, the seas and the skies. That's what love is."
I rolled my eyes at the quote and shut the book, not keen on reading something that seemed like it was written during a drunken haze of a nameless author. It was almost time wasting and I wasn't about to let a hopeless romantic take on my mind.
"It's Asher Thompson from Infinite Distress!" Someone suddenly screamed from outside the cafe.
My hands immediately tightened around the book as I tried to keep calm and not let the beat of my heart take over my rational thinking. Butterflies had taken form in my stomach at the sound of his name spoken from the lips of a stranger and I could feel my hands trembling again because yet again, I could just feel him so close even though he was probably having fun with the fans along the streets of London.
