London's Calling : Ed Sheeran Fanfiction [Wattys 2015]

Chapter 2: Wander

The last piece of advice that my mom gave me before she left my new and unfamiliar flat was that this was my opportunity to make myself into someone new.

The thing is, I don't want to be different. I don't see the point in being anything but what comes to me naturally. The new people that I meet won't even be meeting me.

As usual, I just smiled and nodded to her comments and said I'll work on it.

My phone was still functioning, but I'm not a huge fan of using it unless I'm having an emergency, listening to music, or keeping in touch with the people I need or miss. Not really a huge social media user. That doesn't always go over well with others.

With all that said, my mom did have a point. I keep to myself way too often.

I do enjoy my solitude, but being with a mess of people was never my calling. The only close friend that I had back home ran off with her boyfriend and never looked back.

To each their own, really. I was happy for her for finding someone that she trusted that much, a trait that I lacked due to all of the loss that I've been forced to face.

Leylah. Stop the pity.

Again, I shook myself out of the trance that I had locked into. The point that I figured out was that if I lived alone and had to make it in London without the usual help of my parents, I'm going to need to at least talk to others more often.

I settled on talking to others, but I will remain in my bubble and keep my place.

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I went over to the boxes that had more scattered clothing around them than in them and scanned for my favorite lose sweater and t-shirt. It took some digging so I was slightly frustrated when I found them both.

I slid them on and decided on my normal skinny jeans that perfectly fit, not suffocating me.

I threw my pajamas in another box with an equally large pile around it and decided that when I get home today, I am going to clean all this up. It's time to at least try a tad.

The closest thing that I had to a purse was the messenger bag that my cousin gave me for my birthday a few years ago.

The old leather is torn and tattered from being beat around and keeping up with my adventurous nature. I still can't believe that it had lasted this long. I chuckled as I remembered fond memories of my cousin and I before we grew too old to visit each other as I felt the smooth leather under my thumb.

As I got into the bathroom, I decide to rinse my face and add some mascara to my eyelashes but nothing else was necessary, I'm not going anywhere special.

I soon brushed my teeth once I was content with the lash job I had done and found myself dancing as I hummed the melody to multiple songs. I realized that I zoned and laughed at the fact that I was becoming odder with every minute that I was alone.

As I tugged at my think hair that had stayed in a bun all night, I was slightly startled by the tone of a new message on my phone. I looked down to find that it was my mom.

Mom:
Are you coming soon?

She's so impatient with us since the accident. She only does it because she cares I reassure myself.

I threw on my mom's old Doc Martens that should have had their last use years ago, but I couldn't part with them. I was soon out the door and listening to my favorite music to keep my walking in a happy way rather than wandering around and blowing off the real priorities.

The fall wind bit at my face and I was sure that my nose was turning a pink already.

This is me keeping to my own.

I walked until I stood in front of my parents big apartment, took a deep breath, and swung open the wooden doors.

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