It was the biggest relief when you settled into your little room. The weather in London was mostly a mixture of rain and cloud over the next few weeks and you dreaded going out in it but tommorow you had to as term started.
Term day soon came. You had no idea what to wear and after pulling random tops, dresses and skirts out of the wardrobe, you settled on a caramel turtleneck jumper with dark jeans and a chesnut coloured trenchcoat to match. You tied your hair in a half-up half-down style and bundled your curls into a small bun at the top of your head before securing it with a band and headed out of the hallway. You kept a close eye on the different rooms until you found the one you were looking for. It read 'ENG LIT' in a perculiar purple font.
You entered the lecture hall and took the first seat you saw available. "Y/N" a voice whispered. "Billy" you said, with a sigh of relief that you knew someone on your course. "What brought you to do Lit then?" you asked, moving over to take the vacant seat next to him. "My mum inspired it really. She's obsessed with poetry" he laughed, looking down at his hands. "I think I'd like your mum" you giggled. "Poetry is my favourit-" you whispered, before you were cut off by a rather angry lecturer who was staring directly at you and Billy. "You are more than welcome to socialise however I do ask you do it outside my classroom" the man hissed. He was on the older side with dark hair that has mostly been overrun by greys. He wore an outdated suit with an ugly tie and cloudy glasses. You both quickly mouthed a 'Sorry' then giggled at the telling off you'd both had on your first day.
"I'm so glad that's over" Billy laughed as you both walked out of the room together. "I'm absolutely starving" you groaned, looking at the clock to see its dinner. "We have a few hours before class starts again. Suppose we could grab some lunch?" he said. "Sounds perfect but you choose" you giggled, amused by your own indecisiveness. "Fine" he said, rolling his eyes playfully. "Mine is pretty close to here anyway and I couldn't think of anything worse than going into City Centre" he said, referencing to the business of London on a Monday afternoon. "Haha sounds good maybe I'll get to meet your mum" you said, wondering if you were going to meet the woman as obsessed with poetry as you in the hope to discuss some of your favourite pieces.
"About that Y/N" he said, as you turned up the drive. You were shocked. A large, beautiful Victorian mansion stood tall, towering above a large garden full of colour. In the drive, a small baby blue Fiat 500 was parked to your confusion. Surely the owner of the house would have enough money to buy something better than a Fiat 500? "My mum is Helena Bonham Carter and my dad is Tim Burton" he said, sheepishly. "I'm Billy Burton" he said.
"Oh frig" you thought, looking down at your outfit and rethinking your whole life decision. You were going to meet THE Helena Bonham Carter. "I didn't want to mention anything before as well.. I normally get used for my parents" he said. "I'd never use you Billy.. I'd be lost without you.. literally" you laughed, referencing to the events that had happened a few werks ago.
He smiled back at you before putting the key in the door before opening it. "Mum I'm home" he called. "Coming love" a gentle southern voice called out. "Mum, this is Y/N from my course we've just come to grab a bit of lunch" he called. "I'm just gonna grab a few things from upstairs.. Mum will show you around" he smiled. "Y/N darling' she smiled, before embracing you into an arms, as her Chanel scent . "Hi Miss-" you said, unsure of what to call her. "Call me Helena" she said. "So I hear your studying English Literature too" she said, leading you into the kitchen. It was spectacular.
It had such a vintage effect. The walls were painted a light green. In fact, this room definitely contradicted the outside of the house. It was bright and cheerful a lot like Helena herself. There were multiple different stands in one corner of the room that held a variety of different mugs and teapots. "Tea love?" she asked. "Yes please" you said. "What flavour?" she asked, walking over to a drawer that held a variety of different tea bags. "Whatever you recommend" you smiled. "I like a girl who's not afraid to try something new" she said, smiling back at you with a raised eyebrow. Her words alone were enough to make you feel warm inside.
Helena had always been your favourite actress for as long as you could remember. From seeing her play the wonderful Emily in Corpse Bride or the crazy Bellatrix in Harry Potter, she had always been there in your life. You stood at the island placed in the middle of the kitchen watching her, admiring her and being thankful to be in her prescence. Helena was the most beautiful woman you'd ever come across and that didn't change as she aged. She was unapologetically herself which was what you loved most about her especially her eccentric nature which was represented throughout the whole house and even in Helena herself with what she wore.
"Now, here we are" she said, placing two cups of freshly brewed tea on the counter aswell as two gingernut biscuits. "One for me.. One for you" she giggled. Her laugh was contagious. It lit up the room and made you feel happy inside. "Thankyou thankyou" you laughed, taking both the biscuit and cup. "Anytime my darling" she said, before pondering around her kitchen.
"I adore your kitchen" you said as your eyes marvelled. "Oh thankyou love it's definitely my cup of tea" she smiled. "My partner has... questionable taste" she laughed, referencing to Tim whilst raising her eyebrow. "So is it true about the house thing" you asked, for there had been rumours swirling about Hollywood's gothic couple. "Yes" she smiled. "Tim lives next door and we have a small door so Billy and Nell can run through" she said. "And do you like it?" you asked. "I suppose but it does get dreadfully lonely at night" she smiled, sipping on her tea. "Oh wow what one is this" you said, as the flavour exploded in your mouth. "Strawberry and Rasberry" she replied. "One of my personal favourites" she winked. You felt butterflies.
"There you are" said Billy as he entered the kitchen. "Ah Bill, what would you like for lunch?" Helena said, looking at her son lovingly. "Errr I was thinking pasta? Y/N?" he said, looking at you. "I'll have the same please" you smiled. Helena made the most wonderful meal for the pair of you. She added different herbs and flavours which made it taste incredible. It was probably your fault for stereotyping but you imagined someone like Helena Bonham Carter, an award winning actress, to have a house chef at her beck and call.
"Best be off" Billy said, grabbing his and your coats from the hall. "Oh I love this" Helena said, running her hands across the dark material on your coat. "Haha thankyou" you smiled, looking directly into the her eyes. "Glad Billy finally has a friend with a bit of taste" she giggled. "Do come again Y/N?" she pleaded, grabbing your hand. "Haha of course" you laughed, looking at Billy. There was nothing more you wanted in the world than to stay with Helena and drink tea all day. She was magical. "I'm sure that bloody man running the course has it in for us with work" you giggled. "Study sessions at ours then" Helena smiled, before opening the door and kissing her son on the top of his head. "Have fun and stay safe" she said, doing her funny little brow raise as you both walked away. "We will Mum" said Billy.
"I'm starting to think Mum likes you more than me" he laughed. "She doesn't normally warm to people especially my friends that fast" "Oh really?" you giggled, as you both wandered down the streets of London.
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awe bye- shes so SWEET. Thanks for reading xx Let me know if you have any improvements or anything in the comments.. I think I may update again tonight lol
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FanficY/N has just moved to London in order to pursue her career of being an author. However, a familiar face soon changes everything and she must decide where her priorities lie and if its worth risking it all for someone she hardly knows.
