this book is based off of BLUE by troye sivan. give it a listen if you want a real idea of how liam and harry's relationship flows

one | welcome to (la españa)

"Spain!" Louis, my coworker, squeals after the landing announcement ends. I smile softly, putting on my seatbelt before strapping his on. He's like a toddler on gummy bears and I don't want him to perish if we end up not arriving in the country safely. I watch as the small towns pass by us in a blur, growing more and more excited for my vacation. It was definitely well earned, and if anything I should be able to spend a year here rather than a week.

One entire week, all to myself.

You think I'd be spending time with Louis? We literally just met today; why would I be doing that?

On the way to my flight, I ran into him and we (for some reason) became best friends in the matter of a 7 hour flight and a couple cups of tea. I learned every little thing about him; from his tattoos to his sisters' middle names.

By the time I'm walking off the plane and retrieving my luggage, I feel like I've known him for years.

"Nice to meet you Liam!"

"You too!" I call out as he walks away from the terminal. With a determined outlook, I pick up my own bags and walk towards the double doors, where a car waits for me. New country, new experiences, new people.

Time for all that adventure I've been looking for.

"¿Adónde vas?" The driver asks as I pile all my things in the backseat next to me.

"Hotel 1898 por favor," I respond, giving him a fair tip before he gives me a kind smile. I knew I'd be practicing a lot of the Spanish that I had left behind in high school. It's good that I remember most of it, or else I'd be fucked.

When I heard that I had the opportunity to leave the United Kingdom and go to Spain for a week, I took it without hesitation. The last time I was offered a vacation was when I just started the job, and they just wanted me out of the office. Now that I'm a reliable employee, they kept me inside as a hostage. Not really, but I knew the walls and every crack and crevice like the back of my hand.

Spain is a stress reliever from what I know back at home; no boring old apartment, no annoying cat that manages to scratch everything up in my house, just me, myself, and a really nice hotel room.

The city flies by and I can't help but take my Polariod out and take a few photos. My sister had gotten it for me last Christmas, telling me that I obviously had a knack for photography. I really didn't, but now that I'm here, I can't help the cultural connection I feel with the country.

"Fuck it," I murmur, taking at least ten photos as the lights fly by. The city at night is absolutely mesmerising, and I'll definitely be hanging up these photos up in my dreary office. Thank god I don't work in a cubicle; thank god.

The car slows down, rolling into traffic. I sigh, taking out my phone and scrolling through my Twitter feed. Nothing interesting is trending on Twitter ever, not even in a different country.

My eyes glance over a trend saying '#EspañaHaceloMejor' when there's a crash on top of the car. The roof caves in, and I sink in my seat on impact. The driver screams loudy as the impact lands, and whatever hits the roof moves onto another, crushing it down as well.

"¡Dios mío! ¡Mi coche es destruido debido de los idiotas!"

I poke my head out of the window, but nothing is left behind in the absence of the dented car. One day in Spain, and weird shit is already happening. Once the driver is done cursing at whatever hit his car, he gets back in and continues to wait for traffic.

"Lo siento señor," he apologizes to me, but I wave my hand and tell him not to worry about it.

"No hay problema," I say, and he nods, turning on the radio. I lock my phone, flipping it around and about as traffic slowly picks up. When I check the time, it's around eight o'clock. I would be driving home now, a knot in my back most likely making it's way in as I would be sitting at a desk for eight hours.

My mind wanders to Louis, who's apparently been working with me for ages. I wonder what he does...

We work in a law firm, and not once have I heard of him. Usually, I'm the one getting partnered with everyone that stepped foot in the office, so I'm curious as to why I've never heard of Louis.

-

"Estamos aquí," I hear an hour later. I get up quickly, rubbing my head as he looks back at me with a laugh leaving his mouth.

"Muchas gracias," I thank him, "Lo siento sobre tu coche."

I shut the door after I pay him and take my bags out. He waves as he drives away, and I get a good look at the dent. It's huge, and it looks like a boulder hit it, rather than something a bit more rational. Like a bird, or hail? I'm not even sure.

I take out my hotel information and get it ready for check in. I don't need anymore confusion with the different language situation.

The hotel is actually the most interiorly beautiful building I've ever seen. The main hall has vibrant decor littered everywhere and it adds to the captivating allure that sweeps me in.

"Hello," one of the workers greets me, and I'm startled by her English.

"You speak English?" I ask, cringing as I notice I was a bit rude.

"We all speak English and Spanish here," she answers me and I smile gratefully at her,

"Thank you. That makes things so much easier."

"We only want the best for our visitors."

I head over to check in, where the process is ten times easier, with my information laid out and being able to speak in my native language. As they process my information, I take out my camera again and take more pictures. The place is absolutely lovely and I'm even more grateful that my sister got me this god damned camera.

"You're on the seventh floor," the man tells me with a friendly smile, "call down to the front desk if you need anything."

"Thank you again," I say with the smile I've been using all day. I pick up a few brochures (more like twenty; I don't know what's out there for me yet), and head to the elevator with my hands full. I press the '7' on the panel and wait for the lift to reach the ground floor.

As I tap my feet and fool with a few of the brochures, I overhear a few frightened whispers and turn my head.

"Did you hear what happened on the highway?"

"No, what was it?"

I assume it's about what I had witnessed as well. So when I hear the familiar ding of the elevator's arrival I don't bother to continue listening in. I step inside and press the '7' again before the doors shut me out of the two tourists' conversation.

A loud sigh escapes my lips as I'm finally alone for the first time since I've arrived. People are suffocating.

I close my eyes, letting silence wrap into peace. For once, I enjoy it. Usually I need the noise; it keeps me aware, quick with my thoughts. That's typically what I need during my work hours. But right now I'm not working.

The doors slide open and I step through, walking down to the last door in the right corridor.

"Here we are..." I mumble, pushing the key in and watching the door open. I kick it with my foot and gawk at my room as it comes to view.

"Oh my god..." I whisper. Again, the decor actually makes the room look better than it should, and the lighting leaves a mysterious atmosphere that makes me want to fall on the floor and just take everything in, "I love everything."

Do I have to go home? I'd rather stay here. Seriously.

I drop my bags next to my bed and open the door to the terrace, looking out at the view. It's not a great one, considering I'm not that high. I bet if I was on the top floor, I would be able to see the horizon. But no, all I get is this guy next door watching The Dark Knight Rises and scratching his belly.

"Lovely," I murmur, walking off and into my room, "everything is lovely except for him."

-

¿Adónde vas? - to where are you going?
por favor - please
¡Dios mío!  ¡Mi coche es destruido debido de los idiotas! - Oh my god! My car is destroyed because of those idiots!
Lo siento señor - I'm sorry sir
No hay problema - No worries
Estamos aquí - We are here
Muchas gracias - Thank you very much
Lo siento sobre tu coche - Sorry about your car

i figured i'd put in the translations; what do you think? i may have chapter two up today too, oh gosh.