**Henry's P.O.V.**
I'm sitting at the edge of my bed staring blankly at my phone. I can't beleive I did that, I just sent a text to a girl that I just met. The world is not going to end, but still. I can't take this risk, I can't go around bumping into people and buying them lunch, much less putting my phone number out there like that. It's not safe to be seen with an unknown face and worst of all, developing whatever this is towards a girl that I don't even know.
God, my head's starting to ache. This has to be some kind of cliché, this stuff only happens in movies and in books. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not in love with the girl or anything like that. It's just that the first time I layed my eyes on her, I was intrigued to know her, discover more about her. I'm dead old fashioned, I know.
I'm deep in my thoughts when I feel my hands shake. Seriously? Am I really shaking already for this girl? Oh please, buy me the first plane ticket to the opposite side of the world.
I look down where my hands are and instantly feel extremely stupid. My phone is in my hands, dumbass.
I just got a text. From whom?
A smile creeps into my face when I unlock the screen and read the message:
Astrid: Thank you, I will. Have a good night sleep also.
She answered my text. I can't get through the idea that I might of creeped her out by texting her out of the blue. Oh well, I didn't die, did I?
I replied to her text with a 'Thank you'.
I feel the urge to keep on typing and develop a conversation with her. But I understand that is a bit late and the girl, I mean Astrid, just got here and she might be tired.
Screw me, I'm already thinking of lame excuses to keep on talking to her.
I don't know if it's safe to say that today was one of the most relaxed days that I've had in the span of six months. My life is not the lightest and lay back that there is and today I got to be myself and enjoy some good company. She's funny, talkative, interesting, smart, mysterious and it doesn't hurt that she's pretty too. Why is she single? Maybe there is a guy that I don't know about, maybe she forgot to tell me that she's married or something. Oh God, now I'm just being paranoid.
I can't help to think about her more, her smile is encrusted in my mind. She just moved here, she's young and alone, well at least I'm hoping. England is pretty big, I'm betting that she doesn't know anything about it, meaning that of places to eat, to have fun and to kill time. When I think of her wandering alone through the streets, I can't help but feel protective, not in the wrong way, I mean any guy would understand, it's in our nature to protect women.
That's when the brilliant idea comes to my mind: I'll be the perfect guide for her. That's perfect, spend a little time with her, get to know her and hope that when I do, I'll realize that she's just an ordinary girl and kill whatever it is that I'm feeling. Yeah, that sounds good.
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It's pouring outside, and to think that the day began as beautiful as always.
There's not much to do on a rainy day, just mope around until it stops. I'm hoping to just lay down, watch some movies and do nothing.
As hours pass by, the rain hasn't stop. I'm not complaining, but still, I don't mind being alone and doing nothing, but some people do. Then she flashes in my mind. Astrid. Poor thing, she's alone in London and is pouring outside. She probably has nothing to do, and maybe she doesn't like the rain and being stuck inside. I feel sorry for her, I just want to go to her and make her company so we can both kill time together.
Okay, no, just no. Calm yourself down dude, it's just rain. She won't die.
I decide that it would be better if I got out, not minding the rain, and have some lunch.
I go to my garage and hop into my car. A beautiful black Range Rover. I just love it.
As I'm driving, I'm looking at the streets, it's still raining, not a soul is on the streets. I might be the only one out with this weather.
I park on a simple yet elegant deli. I got out of my car and walk inside. I take a seat and I don't have to wait long because a waitress came to me almost running as soon as I took a seat.
See, that's the thing. Every girl out there is after my looks, and not just for that, but also for the fame and they assume that I have copious amounts of money. Before everyone knew who I am, I was an ordinary guy with an ordinary life. I could go out without worrying if the paparazzis would photograph me in my daily basis. I didn't have to mind who I talked to or what was I wearing. Also I knew that anyone who aproached me was an honest person, I knew that they were talking to me because they really wanted to know me, not because I was somebody in the media. It's kind of frustrating now.
I give my order to the waitress, ignoring all of her failed attempts of flirting with me. I was seated next to a window, so I could still look at the beautiful rainy day that was happening. Yes, I like rain, and the day is still beautiful even if it is pouring.
The waitress returned with my order. In front of me there was a well done burguer, with some fries and a bottle of water. Yum.
I finished eating and return looking to the window. I had the perfect view of a park just a few feet away. All was soaking wet. The benches, the poles, everything. Not a good day to go to the park.
Now I am just staring at it. Doing nothing, just staring. I've been here a while and I know that they are not going to ask me to leave any time soon, that's the advantages of being known. Suddenly, I see a wonderful girl walking through the soaking wet park, under the rain. Yes, it's sill raining, and there's a girl strolling through the rain. And she doesn't look annoyed by it, she seems to enjoy it.
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Astrid's P.O.V.
Rain.
Today was a rainy day, and I know that it will not stop, it will keep raining all day. Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love rain, I absolutely do, I'm a nature lover, is just that I'm hoping to get to know London before I start working.
I moap around my apartment for a few hours until it gets boring. I take a look outside and see that it is still raining. Oh well, the rain hasn't hurt anyone, has it? I go to my room and put on some black skinny jeans, a navy blue t-shirt and some pink rain boots. I brush my hair and let it cascade down my back, and I don't bother with makeup. I take a look at myself and approve of how I look.
I never felt comfortable with my body. I know it's every girl insecurity but with me it's different. A few years ago I was a bit overweight, I never felt comfortable with anything I wore. When I started college I had lost some weight, but I still didn't feel comfortable. I started working out, going to the gym and working really hard until I felt comfortable with myself. I lost all the weight that I had to, but when I looked myself in the mirror I still saw overweight me. That's when I got mad at myself and said that no one should care how they look, how much they weigh or how much anything, I was determine to live my live without worrying a shit about other people's opinions. It's not their life, it's mine. When I find a guy, he will love me for who I am, how I look, how much I weigh and everything else. That's it. So now when I dress for going out I don't bother much seeking for approval, not that I'm crazy and dress however, no, I like fashion and I'm stylish, it's just that I don't seek for a headache before going out.
