After

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Aurora lives a quiet life in her flat in central London, works full time and doesn’t even think about University anymore. The only difference between her and the girl next door is her parents. They died last year. Aurora’s truly alone in the world. She’s an only child and she pushed all her friends away in those months almost a year ago.
After her parents’ early demise, as cliché as it sounds, it’s like a beam of light on a cloudy day when a stranger in need rings on the first doorbell he sees. This handsome stranger seems to be the breath of fresh air this girl needs in her time of mourning.

“Louis, I’m not so sure about this,” I express my concerns to my boyfriend as we stand outside his childhood home.
“Don’t worry, Aura,” he says, taking my hands in his, “they’re going to love you just as much as I do.” I blush.
“You really think so?”
“I know so,” he replies sassily and strikes a pose. I chuckle and watch as Louis rings the bell. I take a deep breath when the door opens.

Author's note

On an indefinite pause due to writer's block and university.
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1. First time

“Anything else?” I ask with a polite smile plastered on my face. When I don’t get an answer I sigh, “That’ll be 50 pounds… Have a nice day!”

“I think he’s mute,” my colleague, Christina, says to me before leaving to help another customer. I shrug and smile to the next person in line. I’m used to it by now, that guy comes by at least once a week, and he’s never said a word.

“Hi, welcome to M&M World! What can I help you with?… Okay! That will be 80 pounds… Have a nice day!” 

That’s about how my life is nowadays. Watching customer by customer use a lot of money on candy and toys, wondering where they get the money from. Even with this full-time job I barely have money to get through the month, let alone save anything for pleasure. Lucky for me, however, I have a good pay so I can keep my flat only two blocks from work.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Christina yells out to me when I’m finally off for the day. Yeah, unfortunately. 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t like Christina or anything; she’s great fun. She’s just one of those people you can only take in small portions at a time. Unfortunately for me, I work with her for eight hours every day, six days a week. 

“I’m so tired,” I complain to my empty flat as I throw myself onto the sofa. The only thing greeting me is silence. Sometimes I kind of wish I have a pet, but then I think about it and I’m like ‘nah’, I’m nowhere near fond enough of animal to even think about cleaning up after them. 

Gross.

It’s past 7 pm and I don’t feel like making dinner, so I decide to crash on the sofa for the rest of the evening with a bag of crisps and Zac Efron on the telly. 

Mm, he’s so hot. 

I’m interrupted, however, by the ringing of my doorbell. I shot up into a sitting position with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and slowly place the bag on the coffee table beside me. 

Who the hell is ringing my doorbell at 8 pm in the evening? 

I don’t know anyone so I don’t think that bell has ever rung before to be honest. 

It’s so freaky. The bell rings again and I get up from the sofa to look through the peephole. I furrow my brows at the person on the other side. A boy - a man, handsome, around my age, frantically looking from side to side with the nicest looking brown hair I’ve seen in a long time. I take a deep nervous breath and unlock my door. 

“Can I help you with anything?” I ask the stranger in front of me when he doesn’t see the door opening. His head shoots towards me and I’m blown back by his gorgeous eyes. I can’t quite decide if they’re blue or grey. Maybe a blue with grey undertones? 

“Can I hide here for a while?” I eyebrows shoot up my forehead and I almost laugh. 

“Uh, what do you think?” 

“Yes?” He looks hopefully at me with big eyes and I almost give in. 

“Um, no.” 

“Why?”

“I don’t know you?” He looks at me, confused.

“You don’t know me?” 

“No, I know your face, but not you.” Of course, I know he’s Louis Tomlinson, I haven’t been living entirely under a rock, but I have no idea who he is besides a pretty face. 

“You’re a fan?” I shake my head. 

“One Direction is not quite my taste.” I shrug. 

“So, can I come in?” I sigh and steps aside. 

“Sure, whatever.” Louis enters my tiny flat fit for max two people and looks around. 

“What are you hiding from anyway?” Louis shrugs. 

“My friends, management, fans, everyone really, I guess.” I nod slowly. 

“… Aaaand, why did you ring my bell, exactly?” Again, Louis shrugs. 

“Of all my options I liked your name the most. Aurora Esposito. What is it - French?” I roll my eyes. French? Are you kidding? 

“Italian.” 

“Ooh, so you’re Italian?” I nod. 

“I mean, technically. My parents moved from Italy to London when they were my age. I’ve always wanted to go, but I’ve just never got to it.” Louis nods. 

And why did I just tell him that? 

“Born and bred Brit then?” Might as well continue. It’s not like I’ll ever speak to him again after this day. 

“My mum once told me I was conceived in a hotel room in Rome, but apart from that, yes.” 

“Okay, nice.” 

After that it’s silent. I cough awkwardly. 

“So, how long are you staying?” 

“Oh, not for long.” Right as he finishes his sentence, his phone rings in his pocket. 

“Hello? Oh, hi Harry, what’s up mate?… Me? I’m just chilling… Where? Oh, just in this really nice girl’s flat.” Louis looks towards me. I almost blush at his comment. Then he laughs at something, “You dirty perv, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” He rolls his eyes. “All right, listen, mate, I’ll be right with ya… Yeah, bye.” Louis hangs up and looks at me. 

“So, it’s been nice, thanks for the hospitality, it was very kind of you. I’ll see you around.” I only wave at him as he closes my front door behind him. I let out a heavy sigh. Then I roll my eyes and decide to go to bed. 

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