Map [h.s.] On-Hold

Ch. 3 - Annoying

My readers who aren't from the Philippines, there will be Tagalog words in this story. And don't worry, I'll be translating those Tagalog words.

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"Wait, Philippines are you serious?" I asked for a hundred time.

She shook her head. "nope." She replied popping the 'p'

Was that even possible? From London to Philippines? There was so many questions swimming in my mind that wants to be answered. How the heck did I got to Philippines?

Wait, there's a concert today. Oh no. Oh no. I need to get back to London soon. Like literally, probably now. How do I get to the airport, I don't have my car. Maybe I should ride a taxi, but wait do I have money?

Money.

I cupped my left pocket.

Empty.

My right pocket.

Empty.

My left back pocket.

Empty.

And the last pocket empty.

Shit, empty.

Maybe I should call simon to pick me up.

Wait where's my phone?

My phone! I have all the ladies' number there!

"Harry? Are you okay?" A small hand was on my shoulder. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her nodding.

"How the fuck do I get back to London?"

She shrugged at me in reply. "I don't really know curly."

I can feel unexpected drops of sweat falling down to my face. Why was it so hot?

"Why is it so hot in here? Isn't it supposed to be windy today?" I groaned, tugging the collar of my thick knitted black sweater. I swear I would rip this expensive sweater in any minute right now.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but, Europe and Philippines doesn't have the same weather. We don't have snowman's here because we can't build one. How can we build one if we don't have snow?" She explained.

Oh.

"Are you like telling me I'm stupid? Psh, of course. I knew that." I lied.

She watched me closely and suddenly wiggled her eyebrows. "You did know that didn't you?"

"Whatever. I really did anyways." I turned my back to her.

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Alexis POV

I'm having a quite hard time talking to Harry since he's from London and all while I'm Filipino and half American so I could actually really speak American fluently. But since I practically lived here in the Philippines all my life I'm kind of having a hard time translating what I wanted to say in english.

"Shit, what's the english of Utut mu. Fudge sticks, fudge." I groaned.

"Excuse me?" Harry suddenly asked, startling me a bit.

I bit my lip unsure of what to say. But, I wanted to bursted out laughing on what I said afterwards. "Nothing, I said fart you."

"Fart you?" He asked incredulously with his deep raspy British sexy accent, staring at me like I grew a second head.

I'd be lying so bad if I tell you guys that I didn't find his accent hot. Before I even met Harry I already had soft spots on guys who has British accents. I mean who wouldn't?