I'm walking down the streets of London, it's mid october and the weather is kinda crisp outside. I'm on my way to one of my casual hook ups. I returned home from a tour a few days ago.

I pull out my phone to send them a quick text.

To: Noah

I'll be there in two minutes.

From: Noah

The doors open.

I smirk to myself before pocketing my phone. It doesn't take me long till i finally get to the building, i walk inside of it before heading up the stairs till i get to the third floor. There's two doors, one says 7 and the other says 8.

It was 8 right? surely it was 8 if it's locked it's 7

I walk over to the door that says 8, I grab the handle before pushing it down and it.... opens, then it must be the right flat. I walk inside before closing the door behind me as I kick off my shoes and hang up my jacket.

I can hear the water running in the shower and I smirk to myself, now I've never been in this flat before. Normally Noah comes to my place but it's just a flat. Surely I can find the bathroom.

It took me a few attempts. First I opened a door to the bedroom and the second time I opened a door that happened to be a closet but I found it.

I walk inside, I can see what I think is Noah's silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower and I smirk to myself before undressing completely. My clothes are scattered all over the bathroom floor as I walk over and open the glass door to the shower.

''So i guess we're starti- YOU'RE NOT NOAH!'' I exclaim when I see a really shocked you trying to cover yourself up with your hands. I quickly cover my dick with my own hand before covering my eyes with the other ''I'M SO SORRY! LOOK I THOUGHT THIS WAS NOAH'S FLAT!''