British Guys Aren't Cute

British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Thirteen

I realised why the English are big tea drinkers. Just taste their coffee and you’ll see the reason.

Joey Adams (Cindy and I)

Chapter Thirteen

Post 266

Okay, so I just want to make one thing clear. One Direction and 'The Wanted' are not good representation of British males, far from it really. One Direction, nice set of lads, I don't mind them (even though their music doesn't exactly represent the teenage male mind — cod, food, sex sleep), however - I am not and never, ever will be a fan of The Wanted. If all the guys in the UK where like One Direction (and a bit older), there would be no single woman out there! 

Nora's eyes opened, the sunlight streaming through the curtains. At first she was confused slightly to where she was, the last thing she remembered was telling Milo about her father outside in the glass. She pushed herself up from the comfy mattress and looked around the room, before spotting Milo sleeping silently on an arm chair, a slight smile on his face and his hair all ruffled and messy. Nora looked around the room, taking in the blue walls and the books that lay scattered all over MIlo's floor. His room was a mess, but hers was no better. 

Silently, she rolled off the bed, making her bed before she set about finding a piece of paper. She quickly wrote a note to Milo, telling him to call her when he woke up. She crept out of the room and down the stairs, trying not to get lost in the huge house. She walked towards the front door, trying to figure out how she was going to get home, when she heard somebody clearing their throat from behind her. 

"Leaving without breakfast are we?" a smooth voice smiled from behind her, and Nora turned around to see the queen standing in a doorway. 

"I need to get home, my flatmate will be worried!" Nora replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper as if she was frightened to wake anyone in the house up. 

“Not without breakfast! Come on, just a bit of toast and a cup of tea will do you good!" the queen smiled, not taking no for an answer, Nora looked back at the door before following the queen into the dining room, the table filled with various food. "How were you even planning on getting home? Climbing the fence out?" the queen joked and Nora laughter slightly.

"Something like that,"

"You wouldn't get far without somebody recognising you!" the queen replied, passing Nora a cup of tea, confusing Nora slightly.

"Pardon?" Nora asked.

"Oh, of course! You wouldn't have seen it!" the queen said, slapping her head slightly. She walked over to a side table and picked up a newspaper, before passing it to Nora. 

'THE PRINCE'S GIRLFRIEND' the newspaper read, and Nora's heart began to thump loudly in her chest. There was a slightly blurry picture of her and Milo on the front, blurry but you could clearly make out her face in the picture. 

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Nora swore, throwing the newspaper on to the table and trying to keep the tears from falling, before realising that she had just sworn in front of the queen. "Sorry, I-i," she tried to apologise but the queen just shut her up with a hug.

"SSh now darling, it's alright. It's all alright! My reaction was rather colourful when the world found out that they knew about me and Andrew," the queen cooed, rubbing Nora's back. Nora managed to hold back tears, knowing that they would do no good. "They don't know your name, so you're alright for now, you just need to hide for a few days, let the whole thing quiet down,"