#home boy definitely wasn’t going to say bonjour correctly

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that boy threw a salt shaker over his shoulder, thinking it was a completely reasonable move because quinn told him to toss the salt over his shoulder

Michou: 🎶bonjour🎶

Chuck: bon-jour

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First Day

Sunlight filtered in through the dark curtains blocking the windows as Karina sat up in her bed and threw the blankets off of her, her heart already racing in excitement. For a few years now she had been home-schooled by her parents and a few of their neighbors, but things were finally going to change. After a few months of extensive training and test taking, today was finally going to be her first day at U.A. and to say that she was excited would be an understatement. She got up, quickly tore off the clothes she had worn to bed and then threw on her school uniform as fast as she possibly could before rushing out of her room. She ran to the bathroom and brushed her long crimson hair and pulled some of it up into two space buns, one on either side of her head while leaving the rest of her hair down. She quickly brushed her teeth and once she was done, she rushed downstairs, almost colliding into her younger brother as he rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps. “Watch out Muroma!” She yelped slightly as she skidded to a halt on the bottom step, almost tipping over and falling on him. The younger boy looked up at his older sister and grinned widely. His half asleep look was quickly replaced with that of complete excitement as he remembered why she was in such a hurry. “You’re going to school?! Make sure you meet all the Pro Heroes! I want all the details and stuff when you get home!” Karina giggled at his excitement and nodded her head in agreement. “I will. I will. Where’s dad?” Muroma shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I think he already left for work and mom still isn’t home yet.” Karina frowned slightly. “Oh. I figured he would want to see me or something before I left.” Muroma could see the disappointment on his sisters face so he got up on the step with her and hugged her tightly. “I’m proud of you for getting into U.A. Kari. You’re gonna do great! Now go kick some butt, and don’t forget to ask for All Might’s autograph!” Karina hugged her brother back, grateful that at least he was showing how happy he was for her. With another light giggle, Karina finally let go of her brother and stepped down off the step. “I’ll see you when I get home and I promise to give you all the details.” She kissed his forehead and then headed to the door where her shoes and backpack were waiting for her. After slipping on her shoes and throwing on her backpack, Karina headed out of her house, closing and locking the front door behind her.

It was almost an hour walk to the school, but with how excited Karina was to get there, she managed to cut the time in half, her legs carrying her there much faster than normal. The nerves started settling in the closer she got to the school but it didn’t slow her down one bit. She had been there a few days before to get her schedule and tour the school before her official first day, but this was it. This was the day she would be joining class 1-A. They were all second years now and she had seen them go through so much just through all the media and televised events. She couldn’t help but admire them considering everything they had been a part of and gone through, and that was only the things that had been televised or was made known to the public. However,  now she was about to meet them and learn and grow with them as a classmate. Her crimson hair fell down to her lower back, swaying with every step she took as she approached the school, walking through the main gate and heading up to the doors. She walked in and made her way towards the classrooms, remembering vaguely which route would get her there the quickest. She looked around as she made her way through the school, taking in everything as she went. Despite being there a few days earlier to tour the school, she had been so distracted by what Mr. Aizawa had been telling her during the tour that she hadn’t really paid attention to her surroundings. She was nearing the classrooms and her golden eyes spotted the sign above the door and after walking up to it, she froze and stared at the handle for a moment. You can do this Karina. You’ve come all this way, you can’t stop at the door. Just knock. She took a deep breath and lifted her right hand that she had closed into a fist and knocked on the door three times, unconsciously holding her breath as she waited for some kind of response. “Class, sit down and be quiet. We’ve got a new student so behave yourselves.” She could hear Aizawa through the door and she couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her lips. Before she knew it, the door was pulled open and she was looking up at Tenya Iida who she recognized from a few different news reports she had seen. He gave her a warm smile as he extended his hand to her. “Greetings! I’m class representative Tenya Iida! Welcome!” A bright smile came to her lips as she took his hand and shook it gently. “Thank you.” “Iida, take your seat please.” Aizawa sighed from his spot at the front of the class, standing behind his desk. Iida was quick to return to his desk and Karina closed the door behind her before walking up and standing at the front of the class near Aizawa. He gave her a small nod before looking back at the class. “Class, this is Karina. She’s a home-schooled transfer student.” He looked back at Karina. “The class was just in the middle of studying for a test they have coming up. I’m sure one of them would be happy to help you study. We’re not far from where you left off at home.” Karina smiled and nodded her head. “Thank you Mr. Aizawa.” He sat down at his desk, getting to work at looking at some papers that were scattered across it.

When Karina turned to face the class, there was a girl already right in front of her. Pink skin, horns, and black and gold eyes. She knew exactly who she was, but before she could say anything, the girl was already introducing herself. “Hey! Welcome to U.A.! I’m Mina Ashido! Come sit with me!” Karina smiled and nodded her head eagerly. “Sure.” She followed Mina to her desk and sat down in the extra chair Mina had pulled up next to her as she looked around at the class. Some of the students were focused on their work, one was sleeping, who she remembered as Denki Kaminari, and a few others were walking towards her and Mina. “Wow! You were home-schooled and you got into U.A.? I’ve never heard of anyone doing that before. That’s really impressive! I’m Eijiro Kirishima, the manliest one here. It’s nice to meet you.” Karina smiled up at him and nodded her head. “It’s nice to meet you too Eijiro. Yeah, it definitely wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I somehow managed it.” She let out a small chuckle as another face joined them. “Bonjour mademoiselle. You must have a dazzling quirk to get here from being home-schooled.” He struck a pose as he said the word dazzling and Karina couldn’t help but giggle again. “Yoga Aoyama right? It’s nice to meet you, and yeah, I guess you could say that.” He gasped. “You know my name?” She gave a small nod and blushed lightly while rubbing the back of her neck. “Honestly, I know all of your names. I watched you all during the sports festival last year and everything else that was basically televised that you were all apart of. You’re all so inspiring and I’m glad I can be here with you.” Mina squealed happily next to her. “That’s so sweet! Well now you’ll be with us instead of watching from home. Isn’t that exciting?” Karina nodded eagerly again. “Really exciting!” Yet another face joined them and if she remembered correctly, he was Hanta Sero. “So what is it? What’s your quirk?” He asked her excitedly. “Oh um, I can shape-shift. Basically I can turn into any animal.” There were a few ‘ooo’s’ and ‘cool’s’, but the discussion was interrupted by Aizawa. “You’re supposed to be helping her study. Not bombarding her with questions. Everyone sit down and get back to work.” Everyone reluctantly went back to their seats and Karina and Mina spent the rest of class chatting and studying. Once class was over, Karina was walking out of the class with Mina when Kyoka Jiro joined them, smiling at Karina. “Hey! If you’re new, do they have a dorm set up for you yet? You’ll be living with us right?” Karina smiled back at her and nodded her head. “Yeah, I’ll be living in the dorms with you guys. I just don’t have my stuff moved in yet. I have to do it on my own because I came in so late and my parents are always working. Until I get everything moved in, I guess I’ll just be staying at home.” Kirishima walked up to them after overhearing what they were talking about. “I can help you move your stuff in if you want.” Sero, Bakugo and Kaminari were right behind him and Kaminari pushed himself right up between Jiro and Karina, winking at Karina playfully. “You can definitely count me in to help too. I’m always up for helping pretty girls.” Jiro rolled her eyes at his shameless flirt while Karina blushed and nudged him playfully. “You sure you won’t be too busy napping?” She teased, referring to his nap during class. Kaminari chuckled and shook his head. “Definitely not. I’ll be there.” He looked back at Bakugo and Sero. “You guys wanna help too?” Karina looked back at them as well and smiled when Sero nodded his head and agreed to also help. Bakugo, however, rolled his eyes. “I’ve got better things to do than help some extra.” Karina arched an eyebrow at him and was about to turn around and confront him, but Mina saw the look in her eyes, so she quickly looped her arm with Karina’s and started walking faster. “Let’s get to our next class before we’re late!”

The rest of the school day went by pretty normally. Karina spent most of her time with Mina and Jiro and throughout the rest of the day, she was able to officially meet the rest of her classmates and teachers. All the nerves that Karina had at the beginning of the day were long gone and she felt more welcome than she had anticipated. After classes had ended, she went with the rest of her class to the dorms where the girls were all too eager to give her a tour. Earlier in the day, Karina had spoken to Mr. Aizawa to find out which dorm room was going to be hers, so when she got to the dorms, she was eager to check it out. When she arrived at her dorm room near the end of the tour, she inspected it and tried to figure out how much of her stuff she'd be able to bring with her and what she’d have to leave at home. Once the tour was over, Karina decided to stay a bit longer, figuring it would be helpful to get some of her classwork done with the others before heading back home. Karina, Momo, Todoroki, Mina, Jiro, Shoji, and Ojiro were all sitting at one of the longer tables in the common area, working on classwork together. Momo was mostly helping Karina, but the others would chime in and also help here and there. Before it got too late though, Karina packed up her things into her backpack and reluctantly started to head for the door. “Thank you guys so much for today. I should get home before it gets too late though.” Mina frowned. “Awww already? You sure you can’t stay here?” Karina shook her head with a small frown that matched Mina’s. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep and I also didn’t bring another uniform. Maybe I can stay tomorrow and then this weekend we can move my stuff in.” Momo walked over, giving Karina a hug. “Sounds like a plan. I’m sure you can sleep with one of us tomorrow.” Karina hugged her back and nodded in agreement. She spotted Mineta behind Momo, waving his hand in the air. “I volunteer my room for her to stay in.” Karina narrowed her golden eyes at him. “Not in a million years, grape.” Mina rolled her eyes and pushed Mineta out of the way. “You can stay in my room with me tomorrow. Just don’t forget to bring an extra set of clothes. If you come by early enough in the morning, you can drop your stuff off in my room so you don’t have to carry them around all day.” Karina listened, her smile growing bigger as she became more and more excited. “Sounds perfect! I’ll come by in the morning then.” After saying her good-byes, Karina made her way out of the dorms, out of the school, and towards her home. Unlike on the way there, leaving the school to walk home took as long as it usually did, but the entire time she walked she thought about her day. She thought about all the people she had met, even the ones outside of her class, and she thought about all the friends she had already made. She couldn’t help but be happy at how welcoming almost everyone had been. It had been such a long time since she had been in a school where she wasn’t bullied, so being around so many people who welcomed her with open arms was a pleasant surprise. It worried her though, what would happen if they found out who she was, but she pushed those thoughts and worries out of her mind for the time being.

As she approached her house, her younger brother ran outside after having spotted her from the window. “Karina’s home! How was it?! Did you meet All Might?! Was he cool? What about Eraser Head?! Did you meet a bunch of heroes?” Karina laughed and caught her brother as he jumped at her, lifting him up and throwing him over her shoulder. “You know, you’re getting too big for this. Soon I’m not even gonna be able to pick you up Muroma.” He wiggled in his sisters grasp. “You’re not answering me!” She rolled her eyes and carried him into the house. “I’ll tell you everything while we eat, okay?” Karina put her brother down and he rushed to the dinner table while she closed the front door behind her. She made her way into the house, taking her shoes off at the door before she hurried up to her room to drop off her backpack and change into more comfortable clothes. Once she was done, she headed back downstairs where her father and her brother were sitting at the dinner table. “Where’s mom?” Karina asked as she took her place across the table from her brother who was shoveling food into his mouth. “She’s getting some rest before she has to go back into work in a few hours. Muroma, slow down.” Their father sighed slightly as he looked at his son and then turned his attention back to Karina, smiling as he spoke. “How was your first day pumpkin? Sorry I couldn’t see you off this morning. I had a meeting I had to get to.” Karina waved a hand dismissively while shaking her head slightly. “It’s fine dad. I figured there was something important happening at work, but my first day was great. Everyone was so kind.” Karina tucked some hair behind her ears that were each pierced three times and began eating while her father sighed in relief. “Good. I’m glad everyone was nice to you. You know that was your mother and I’s main concern with you going to that school.” While Karina ate, she slowed down slightly, a nervous look on her face. “Well, they don’t exactly know who I am.” “What do you mean they don’t know Karina?” Her father questioned with a serious tone. “I asked the teachers not to say my last name, so they haven’t. So the students don’t know who I’m related to. The teachers do though and they’re all very kind and supportive.” Muroma had stopped eating and was now intently staring at his sister and father, watching their interaction. Their father sighed heavily and was quiet for a few moments before he gave a small nod. “I see. Well, you’re going to do whatever you think is best, but I think you should be honest with them. Even if it’s just one person, you shouldn’t keep it a secret. I know it’s a scary thing to admit with everything that’s happened in the past, but these kids are older than the others who bullied you and they’re also training to become heroes. I have a feeling they’ll be more accepting than the kids from all those years ago.” He stood up from his seat while gathering his plate and then walked over to Karina and kissed the top of her head. “Do what you think is right sweetheart.” He walked away into the kitchen, leaving Karina and Muroma alone.

The two siblings were quiet for a few minutes, both of them eating their food until Muroma set his utensils down and looked over at his older sister. “Dad’s right. You should be honest with them. They’re supposed to be heroes right? They wouldn’t bully you.” Karina stopped eating, staring down at her almost empty plate as she listened to her brother. “I know. I just need time to work up the courage to do it. You know it’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit to who our sister is.” She went quiet and then shook her head, trying to shake the nervous thoughts from her mind before she looked over at her brother. “I met All Might.” Muroma grinned widely. “Tell me everything!” Karina giggled and spent the next hour talking to her brother about all the Pro Hero teachers she had met and how they acted. The entire time, Muroma was mesmerized by everything she was telling him, excited that his sister had met so many incredible people. After she had finished telling her brother everything, it was time for him to go to bed so she shooed him off to his room while she did the dishes from dinner. The entire time she was doing the dishes, she thought about what her father and brother had said, thinking about who she would tell and what she would even say to them. Once the dishes were done, Karina walked up to her room and pulled out her classwork, finishing up the last bits that she didn’t get to with the others. After finishing the rest of her classwork she got ready for bed and packed her stuff up for the next day, remembering to get another set of clothes for when she slept over in Mina’s room. Finally she climbed into bed and laid down, pulling the blankets on top of her with a heavy sigh. She reflected on her day one last time and smiled to herself before she slowly fell asleep.

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London Calling - Epilogue: AM (One Direction)

Epilogue

“Get some sleep you two,” Kim called. “You’ve got brunch before footie in the morning.” “Don’t listen to her. Go home and make love to your wife, man,” her husband Nate added. “You two are hilarious,” Harry said. 

“I love you both. Thank you so much for everything you did today. It wouldn’t have been perfect without you,” Annie said as she hugged Kim and Nate. She was visibly intoxicated. Her perfectly curled hair from her wedding having gotten a bit disheveled from a night of fun with her friends. She still had her bouquet of flowers in her hand. She didn’t want to leave them at the pub, she had actually stolen a pitcher normally reserved for beer or water and filled it with enough water that her flowers would make it home okay. “Get yourselves home. It’s time we all leave,” Nate said. Maggie watched the four people sneak out the front of the door. Most of the rest of the group that had been in O’Brien’s that night had already left. All that remained were Frankie, Lizzy, Maggie and Jane. Maggie had worked at O’Brien’s for a long time, she’d started back when Annie was still working occasionally, she obviously knew this group of people well. “Will you two be okay closing up without us tonight?” Frankie asked. “Of course boss,” Maggie replied. “We don’t have a ton to clean up from. The average Saturday would’ve been more trouble. You guys were relatively tame considering I know how you can all behave.” “Are either of you working tomorrow?” “I open,” Jane said. She was still relatively quiet, wasn’t sure what her place was here yet. “Same here. It was supposed to be Cam but I told him to spend the day with all of you. Celebrate those two for an extra day. I heard Kim mention brunch and I know that Alyssa and Cam rarely like to miss those.” “That is true,” Lizzy said. “Brunch at Kim and Nate’s is my favorite meal of the week. And Cam doesn’t like to miss it or the “Well, have fun with that and tell Little Patrick good luck in his footie match,” Maggie said. “If you need anything tomorrow, don’t hesitate to call, Ok Mags?” Frankie asked. “Of course.” “Are you okay to drive?” Lizzy asked Jane. She opened her mouth but hesitated to answer. She’d had a few shots with the group as they did them tonight. “She’s staying upstairs with me,” Maggie said. “Since we both open it only makes sense.” “Good call. We will probably have most of the group back tomorrow after the boys’ footie match. Need to feed the kids lunch,” Frankie said. “Have a good night.” “Get home safely,” Maggie said. As the door shut she turned to pour herself a pint. “Want one?” “Sure,” Jane responded. “That was a fun night.” “It was, clearly not a normal Saturday though.” “No, absolutely not a normal Saturday. Though that group is often here on a normal Saturday.” “Really?” Jane was shocked that this little Irish pub in Camden was a normal hang out for the guys who made up One Direction. ��Yeah, Annie used to work here. It was the first pub she wandered in to after she moved here from the States.” “That’s cool. I didn’t know that. It was sort of cool to witness a wedding for people I don’t know, I mean outside of what the gossip rags say about them, which I only read when I’m getting my hair done.” “They pretty much are the exact opposite of what you’d expect. Annie still comes back and works every St. Patrick’s Day and when Harry released his first solo record he did a party here to support it. This has been the place that they hung out at since the very beginning of their relationship. Annie blogs about everything and has since she moved to London like eight years ago.” “Seriously?” “Yeah, you should read it. Since you just moved here it might give you some insight “Cameron?” “Yeah, they dated when she moved here. Before she started dating Harry. And then she brought her best friend over for a week and introduced her to Cameron. He and Alyssa have been together ever since. Their friendship is pretty funny. I figured you’d read it. From everyone I’ve met that comes over here from the US her blog, London Calling, is “I think someone suggested it but I just thought it was a blog about the girlfriend of one of the guys from One Direction.” “Far from it, though she does talk about their life together obviously. They’ve been together for seven years. Hard to leave him out. He was just mentioned in sort of code for a while and then she spilled the beans after their first date because it was this beautiful and thoughtful thing.” “Oh?” “Yeah, he planned the perfect day for her. I’ve never heard of a more romantic first date.” “Seriously?” Jane was a little surprised. “Yeah, Harry’s a total romantic. For their anniversary one “That’s sweet.” “Well so for their first date he planned an entire day. She loves photography so he planned a photo tour of London to show her things he thought she should see.The London Eye, the River by Parliament and Big Ben. He took her to Saville Row because they are both Beatles fans. He queued up a recording of the final concert The Beatles played on the rooftop of Apple Records which was on Saville Row and they listened to it together as they stood on the sidewalk. At the time the place was an Abercrombie and Fitch store or some rubbish. He took her to Hyde Park because of the Peter Pan statues, she has a tattoo for Peter Pan. It’s one of her favorite books and stories from when she was a little girl. And if I remember correctly their final stop was Westminster Abbey.” “He took her to a church on their first date? Is he fucking crazy?” “Not completely. There are a lot of amazing people in history buried there or at least memorialized there. He took her to Poets Corner. Her number one passion when she moved here other than photography was writing, thus her blog. He wanted her to be in the midst of brilliant minds like Dickens and Chaucer. He wanted to give her inspiration to keep writing.” “Oh my gosh, that’s romantic.” “Yeah, it is. He’d been chasing her for several months by the time she agreed to their first date. She’s 10 years older than Harry. She was very hesitant at first but they are pretty much the definition of relationship goals at this point. Legitimately for a “That’s funny. So they’ve been together for seven years and just got married?” “Yeah, when they first got together everyone thought that they would get married quickly. I started here to replace her when she went on tour with him. There was a week that we were literally running on a skeleton crew because he flew everyone to Italy so they could be there while he proposed to her. They just never rushed to get married, which is sort of cool. They have this completely solid relationship and it’s inspiring to see. They’ve been through a lot. But why am I telling you? You should read her blog. It’s awesome.” Without his knowledge, Harry’s initial dream about Maggie and Jane finished cleaning up the pub before heading up to the flat above the bar where Niki had once lived and Nate before her. Maggie was currently living there while waiting Still too wired from the fun night at work, Jane pulled her cell phone off of the table and opened the internet window. She typed in the search window ‘London Calling blog’ and there it was as the first result, Annie’s blog. She opened it up and saw that the website had beautiful photos featured prominently on it. Including a few from the recent trip to Paris that Annie, Harry, Kim and Nate had taken. Jane clicked the first blog post and began to read.

Love Will Keep Us Alive (The Eagles)

Bonjour lecteurs! Look at me attempting French, H will be BEYOND proud. We’ve been here since Thursday and I’ve fallen in to my old ways and let him to all of the talking. What can I say? Seven years later and there are still few things as sexy as the sound of his voice speaking in French. So yes, we are in France. Well sort of. We are actually on the train headed back to London as I write this and will hopefully be at home in bed asleep for a week as you read this. The last several months have been near constant travel. Since November we have been back to Iowa, then up north for Christmas with H’s family, then back to Los Angeles for work (for both of us this time), then the surprise trip to Fiji for the birthday trip I planned for H before heading back to Los Angeles for more work. Our annual Paris trip that we’ve been taking for seven years to celebrate my birthday had to be pushed back a few weeks. This trip was a little different for us though. On our first night in Paris we told Kim and Nate our plan for the trip. Harry and I had decided to get married. Yup. You read that right. After seven years of dating and six and a half since he proposed, we finally decided the time was right to get married. This decision came in Fiji. Let me fill you in on how that happened. So my usual day in Fiji was wake up, eat breakfast, drink some amazing coffee like thing that they fed me. H tried to tell me it was made of like coffee beans digested by cats or something, he’s a jerk so I just ignored him. If this is true please refrain from including that in the comments as I’d like to not imagine one of our cats eating my coffee beans and then having H brew me coffee with things he pulled from the litter box. Nope, not gonna hear it. Just no. Then I’d find whatever book I felt like reading that day and take up my normal spot on the deck of our cabana which was OVER THE FREAKING WATER, just in case you missed that blog. This was about the third day we were there. Harry couldn't stand to not get a work out in while we were there (weirdo, right?) so he’d hop in the ocean and swim for a while. On this day he jumped out of the ocean, blocked my sun, dripped water ALL OVER my book and then told me he was done waiting for the right time, that we were getting married. Not gonna lie I was surprised and then when I realized he was serious I started bawling. It was nearly as hard as I cried the night he proposed in Italy. He was right, the time was perfect. And we wanted to do it in Paris. So fast forward to Thursday. We are at dinner at the restaurant where Nate proposed to Kim and we told them we’d decided to finally get married and we were doing it Saturday morning. We wanted to elope and to have just Nate and Kim, our best friends, with us. There were tears and cheers and SO MUCH champagne. I maybe forgot what water was over the last three days. Friday we shopped until I found the perfect dress, which at the request of my groom was black. His exact words ‘When I think of the woman I want to marry, she’s still in that black maxi dress she had on the day I met her. The one with the slit up to her thigh and her tattoos on her shoulder showing.’ Yeah, that pretty much won me over and as the person who’s wardrobe consists of like black, light black (gray), and negative black (white) with a few added additions from H’s side of the closet it was only appropriate that I wore black. It was the perfect dress and that French speaking man of mine helped me find the perfect flowers at a little florist. Then this morning we woke up in basically the middle of the night to start getting ready. We spent the whole morning together while we got dressed and ready. The only time we weren’t in the same room was when I put my dress on. The photographer wanted the chance to get a photo of him seeing me completely dressed for the first time. We got in a limo and headed to Trocadero Plaza. We shared our vows this morning as the sun rose over Paris. It was the most beautiful experience of my life. We picked this place and this time of day because during our first trip to Paris we spent the whole first night walking around the city together and talking. We’d been dating for a while and I’d just moved in with him the week before but it was still early enough that we were learning the important stories that made each of us who we are. It was as the sun rose in Paris that first time that I realized just how in love I was with that man and that I was going to do whatever it took to have him in my life forever. Our vows were something we each crafted from the heart. I’d practiced mine repeatedly so that I could memorize them. To tell him how he taught me about a love I never dreamed existed and in doing that showed me the world. That when I moved to London nearly eight years ago that I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for other than a fresh start and that he turned out to be what I’d actually moved to London for. That the greatest honor I would ever be given in life was to be his wife and share his name. And then he started. I may be the ‘writer’ between the two of us but that man puts some of the best words I’ve ever heard to some of the most beautiful music. And you could’ve soundtracked his vows today. He spoke of how my strength during a lot of the troubles in life inspired him. Of how he knew from the first moment he met me that I was going to change his life. That I was his muse, his partner and the love of his life. And how the greatest honor I could give him was to share his name. But that he never wanted me to stop being Annie Catalano because she was the girl he fell in love with. Let me tell you that line….phew. I sobbed, like literally let out the loudest sob I’ve ever made in my life. Even Kim cried. We shared rings and a kiss and that was that. We were married and I was Annie Styles…sort of. More on that later. We spent the remainder of the morning running around Paris and taking pictures at some of our favorite places. It was just how I would want my wedding to the love of my life to be. Now a lot of people will say ‘why elope’? We knew we didn’t want a large wedding and with our family being located in separate countries and both of us being children of divorce, the logistics of even planning a small wedding was difficult. So we told our families in advance and after a lot of discussion with all of them they agreed with us. We agreed to send them a video of the wedding along with as many pictures as possible. As the pictures ended we hopped on this train and headed back to London. Our friends at O’Brien’s have been told to gather together at 7:00 so we can tell them all together (as of writing this they don’t know what we are married). I’m excited about that celebration. Okay so now on the married…sort of. Well France doesn’t recognize anything other than a civil marriage and the list of things we’d have to comply with to have that done was longer than we wanted to do. Well, I suggested moving to Paris for the time period required but Harry didn’t want to do that. So we decided we’d have the ceremony we both wanted and return to London Monday to get married in our home country so that it’s recognized legally. We wanted the intimate elopement in Paris more than a legal wedding, but to have my name legally changed, which I am going to start the process of doing, we needed the legal ceremony. Well, you can’t hide anything like this from Nate. The dude is an attorney. So this next portion I’m actually not writing from the train. I’m hiding in the kitchen at O’Brien’s and typing this out on my cell phone so forgive me if this is a piece of rubbish. Nate knew that our marriage in Paris wasn’t legal and mentioned that to both of us while we were still there. We got back to O’Brien’s to tell all of our friends and begin celebrating, until Nate spilled the news to all of our friends. Which meant that rather than being able to wait until Monday we were getting married in the pub, which happens to be the same location that Alyssa and Cameron got married nearly six years ago. I thought out ceremony in Paris was perfect and it was, but getting married with our friends and family surrounding us at O’Brien’s was just what our wedding should’ve been. Half of the room was FaceTiming our family wherever they were in the world so that they could witness the wedding. The other half were taking pictures or video of the wedding so we could remember it forever. Our friends chimed in with what they thought our vows should be. Some funny, like Nate asking for meatballs and Niall asking for red velvet cupcakes. And some full of love, like Alyssa telling us to say I love you when we first wake up in the morning and last thing before bed and night, or Patrick asking Harry to promise to always look at me the way I was in that moment, which just so you know is like there isn’t another soul in the room. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. And while I thought I wanted a wedding of just us, having our closest friends with us was perfect. So now I start the process of changing my name and adjusting everything I have in the world to reference that after seven years I am finally Annie Styles. This is a notification to my editors that my book needs to be published as Styles as well. I want to carry this man’s name along with me forever. He is the greatest thing in my life and I’m going to love him until the end of time. As a word of advice to people who are wondering if that giant change they are contemplating is worth it. I promise you that it is. And to quote my wonderful husband, yup HUSBAND… All of the love. XX Annie

Jane was amazed at how much detail to something that was traditionally for a celebrity so private that Annie shared. It had truly been one of the most beautiful weddings she’d ever attended. And Maggie had been right, it was fun to read what Annie had written. Maybe she was right and she should’ve read this blog before she moved to England a few weeks ago. She clicked through the website until she found the very first blog. Where better to start than at the very beginning.

15th July 2013 – Landing In London (3 Doors Down and Bob Seger)

I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was Monday And maybe I’ll be back around

If this keeps me away much longer I don’t know what I will do You’ve got to understand it’s a hard life That I’m going through

And when the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

Well L.A is getting kinda crazy And New York is getting kinda cold I keep my head from getting lazy I just can’t wait to get back home

And all these days I spend away Ill make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it’s all too much to bear

And when the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

And all these days I spend away Ill make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it’s all too much to bear

When the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you I did it. I sold my belongings. I packed my bags. I said my goodbyes. I did it. This morning I woke up as the pilot came over the PA announcing that we were landing at London’s Heathrow Airport. I fucking did it. No one thought I would. And in reality they still could be right. I could give up and come home. I could get scared and not make it. But I don’t think that’s going to happen. This is the most confident I’ve ever been with a decision. I spent time thinking about if going to London was going to be the right thing. I truly believe it will be. I debated for a while whether I should do this. Whether I should just drop everything and go. It wasn’t the safe decision. Or the logical one. Or honestly the smart one. But it was the one Jason would’ve made. Jason was a lot of the reason I felt inspired to do this. He jumped at opportunities and adventures in a way I only wish I could. I sat talking to CJ for hours. We were debating my decision to go. She’d been home for a few days visiting her Dad. He didn’t care we sat in his basement and didn’t sleep all night. There were tears, laughs, hugs, and cupcakes. We watched Sex and the City for hours upon end. And when we were both in the middle of a sugar coma she looked and me and said ‘He’d tell you to get off your ass, get on a plane and live.’ She was right. He would’ve. If it was possible to come back from Heaven just to kick someone’s ass for being afraid, Jason would’ve done it. This fall will be three years that he’s been gone. But there hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t thought about him, wished I could hug him or ask him if I was totally fucking up my life. And it was CJ’s words to me, telling me that I needed to get my ass on that plan and live because Jason would’ve wanted me to do it, which convinced me to sell everything, book the ticket and go. Jason was never afraid of anything. Even death. We didn’t realize how sick he was. We didn’t realize that he was going to be taken from us so quickly. And I still don’t understand how someone so generous, loving, caring and special was taken. But he was and it would be wrong for me not to live by the example he set. To take life by the balls and just live. So that’s what I’m doing. I said my goodbyes at the airport. I cried hugging my parents, brother, sister-in-law, niece, and the few friends that came to bid me farewell. And I got on that plane. I met Kim in Chicago and we settled in for a long flight that brought us to our new home. We started to unpack some of the things that were shipped here to our flat before we arrived. But now we are realizing that for us to get tired at a reasonable time we might need a few drinks. So welcome to my blog and my new life in London.

xx Annie

And there we have it. The end of London Calling.

Thank you again for sticking with me through all of this.

Just as an insight in to the title. I felt that the lyrics to AM from Made in the AM fit so perfectly to this group of friends and the way Annie and Harry fell in love. All my favorite conversations always made in the AM

I hope you've enjoyed taking this journey with me. You can continue my journey in to my next fic and my normal ramblings on my Tumblr. And I'd love to hear what you thought of London Calling as a whole. So feel free to comment. I try to respond back to everyone. :)