Love, Loans & London

When Nicole and Ditte moved to London, they expected adventure, elegance and joy. But what did they end up with? Loans up their asses, a crappy apartment and two low paying jobs. But despite all of that they never stop laughing and trying to make the best of it. But what happens when suddenly five handsome guys enter the mix? Follow the girls in the amusing tale of: Love, Loans & London

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2. Chapter Two - Freaking door, well it’s the price you pay for such a cheap apartment.

Chapter Two - Freaking door, well it’s the price you pay for such a cheap apartment.

Nicole’s P.O.V

Lying in my bed should be comfortable, but it’s not. I just can’t find it, the comfortable position.

It’s still creeping me out, the way the old man looked at me. I hate it when people do that, why don’t they see that I’m not interested. After what Alec did to me, I will never be interested. Alec is my ex-fiancé. Yep you got me right, ex-fiancé.

It was my day off, and I was the happy girl that got engaged to a handsome, young, successful businessman at the age of 18. My birthday was just a few months back, so I was 19 at that time. I took a plane to New York, to surprise Alec. But what I saw in the hotel room was something that broke my heart.

A plastic blond girl was lying in the bed with no clothes on and Alec was right beside her, kissing her down her neck. My heart fell down to the floor, breaking into little pieces. When he sees me, his eyes widen. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and my hands were lying on top of my lips that shook under them. I blinked, hoping everything was a dream. But it wasn’t.

“Who are you?” the blonde asked me in her pitchy voice.

I looked at my ring finger.

“His fiancé” I answered her with a shaky voice.

Alec stands up and walked towards me.

“I’m sorry Nicole, but I can’t be with you anymore, you are just not good enough for me” he says and takes the ring of my finger.

 “Oh, so a plastic girl is a lot better than a natural girl?” I ask him and look at the blonde.

“Well yes” he says with no emotion.

“Okay” I say and walk out the door crying my eyes out.

I went down to the lobby, out the door and into a cab. Being together for almost 4 years and then breaking up our engagement like that hurts Alec, I thought to myself.

5 minutes after I told the driver to take me to the airport, my phone rang. I looked at the display and saw Ditte’s face.

I quickly pick it up.

“Hey Yagi” Ditte’s voice boom out of the little speakers.

“Hi” said trying to sound all right. But she knows me too well.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing, I’ll tell you later” I said and smiled a little smile.

 “Okay, do you want to move to England with me?” she suddenly asks me, taking me by surprise.

“Why?” I ask.

“Well you know I went to a party last night, right?” she said.

“Yeah” I answer waiting for her to talk.

“Well I got drunk and booked a ticket to London” she said.

“You what?!” I yell startling the poor cabman.

“Do you?” she asks, ignoring my yell.

“Why not, I will meet you in London” I say.

 “I will land in London at 8am tomorrow morning” she said and hangs up.

“Well goodbye to you too” I said and look out the window.

And that is kind of how we ended up in London.

Some months after we started to live in London, I was on a Danish news side, to see what’s was going on I Denmark. And I saw a picture of Alec and that blond girl. The text to the picture was. “Big engagement”. Broke my heart again.

I finally fell asleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Nicole, get that thing to shut up” Ditte’s voice yell from my right side.

I sleepily turn around and poke my phone until it stops beeping.

Time to get up and go to work.

I tell myself sitting up in my bed. Its 4am right now, I know it sounds early, and it is. Every second morning, I go out to run, not long, but a run. After that I take a shower and get ready for work

I have to be at work at 7am, because I have to set some tables and make some desserts with my boss.

I ran for what seems like 15 minutes, and decided to run home. The time is now 4:45am and I had been running for over 30 minutes.

Way to go Nicole.

The shower took some time. It would be a quick shower, but our shower is like a freaking maze.

First ten seconds of freezing water

Two minutes of okay water

Now duck to the side, because now comes the rust

Bang three times on the wall and then you’re good to go

When I am done with everything I quickly say goodbye to Ditte and walk to work.

Ding, the door says while I opened it. Normally I would be the one opening, but for some weird reason, my boss is here today much earlier than normal, so she opened.

“Morning!” I say as I walk out the back to meet my boss, she’s standing over a book with recipes.

“Morning Nicole, we are starting with Bakewell Tart” she smiles to me while I take on my baking apron.

Yes I have different aprons at work, one to bake in and one to waitress in.

“Are you closing today?” my boss asks me.

“I don’t know. Is Carmella coming?” I ask her.

“No unfortunately she’s down with the flue,” she says concentrating on the eggs, not getting any shells in.

“Well then I am closing today, why do you ask?” I ask politely, looking at the amount of sugar that was on the scale.

“If there is any cake left, then you can take some home to you and your friend” she says smiling at me.

“Thanks Lisa” I say and smile to her.

My workday went smoothly and suddenly the time was 4:30pm and it was time to close. The last people left the café at 4pm. I quickly take a box and put a few cakes in. Plus Ditte’s favorite chocolate cake.

She is going to worship me!

Ditte doesn’t know, that I am the one who makes the cake. She thinks one of the other girls at the café makes them.

It’s actually quite funny that she doesn’t know.

On my way home I see my boss’s husband walking down the street.

I’ve never liked him, he’s too creepy.

But to be polite I smile when I walk past him, saying a small hi. The walk home felt long. I sing for myself while walking the last 5 minutes home. I like to sing but I want to use my life on something more realistic.

The door to our apartment is stuck and I needed to use my shoulder to bang it open.

Freaking door, well it’s the price you pay for such a cheap apartment. Plus the actual price of the apartment, but you get my drift.

It finally opened and I walked in to meet a quite messy bedroom.

I should really clean this up, or Ditte will freak. Ditte is such a neat freak.

I put my bag down and put the cakes in the kitchen. I walk into the bedroom and tidy up. I lie down and fall sleep.

“Yagi, wake up” Ditte voice say.

“Five more minutes!” I say.

“I made diner” she says.

“I’m awake!” I yell and jump out of bed.

What can I say? I love me some food.

 

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