Love or Host | Fundy x Reader

Lost or Found

January, two days after arriving in Amsterdam

You had just finished unpacking your stuff and moving into your temporary studio apartment. It wasn't much, just a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, but it would do for the semester. The landlord was pretty nice and understood English enough to settle the lease. 

You'd flown in together with the other nine people doing the project, along with Dr Soot. He'd given you all a small handbook for common Dutch phrases. It was enough to get around or ask for things, but as Dr Soot put it, "You'll probably still sound like a tourist." 

No one else had stayed in the apartment building you were staying in. Dr Soot originally lived in England, so he was staying with a friend he knew. (no it's not Fundy) A group of four friends were students doing the project, so they got a bigger apartment together in a different complex. You didn't know about the other ones, but they were probably staying in another complex. But the studio you rented was enough for you. 

So far, you and Fundy hadn't talked much. Even over winter break, you only managed one or two video chats. You hadn't called off your relationship or anything, but you were running out of things to talk about. Because of this, you didn't mention that you were coming here for the project. You weren't sure if this would last. Long distance relationships are hard, especially if you start long distance. Plus, you had your project to worry about. You probably wouldn't have time for many visits. 

You decided that tonight would be a good opportunity to explore the area you'd be living in for the next few months. The hospital was about a ten-minute bike ride from the apartment complex, but there was plenty to do within walking distance too. You were going to buy a bike tomorrow, since it's near essential to travelling around the city. But for now, walking was fine. 

You grabbed your small backpack, not checking to make sure that everything was in it since there wasn't a reason for you to remove anything, and headed out. 

The shops were cute, selling all kinds of food, clothes and trinkets. You walked down side streets based on which shops seemed interesting. They all were! You probably shouldn't buy much, as the more you bought, the more would need to be brought back to the states in a few months. So you just wandered around for now. 

After walking in random directions for a bit more, your feet got tired and you decided you'd like to go home. The sun was also starting to set. You then realized you were lost and had no idea which streets you'd gone down or where to go next. No problem. You turned around your backpack to get out your phone and...

You didn't have your phone. 

You doubled checked, and nope, no phone. You checked your wallet. Only a few euros and some dollar bills you'd forgotten to convert. 

Well. This was great. 

You walked into the nearest bakery. Maybe they'd be able to direct you back to the apartment building. 

The bakery was small, and there were several bicycles on the bike racks in front of the building, and a few motorbikes parked in the spaces just beside to the building. There were a few people inside the bakery, standing in line to order their baked goods. 

Of course, since this was the Netherlands, everyone was freakishly tall. Six feet minimum. You sucked up your social anxiety and walked inside, hearing the little bell on the door ring as you opened it. 

Some customers looked back to see what the noise was. That's when you made eye contact with someone. Someone...awfully familiar. You just stared at him, unable to move. 

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. "Y-Y/N?"

"Floris?"

"W-wha-I-uh...what are you doing here?"

You stepped away from the door and Fundy stepped out of line to talk with you. "I'm actually on a study abroad program. They have me working at the hospital and helping them install a new system."

"Oh wow! So you, uh...w-why didn't you tell me you'd be here?" Fundy asked you, looking a little hurt. 

"I-I didn't think I'd have any time to spend outside of the project. It's gonna be starting up in two days. Also I...didn't know if we were even...together anymore."

"I--I thought we still were. I know we haven't talked much, but I still wanted to stay together. I still like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Floris."

You hugged. It felt nice. Finally, after almost three months of online communication, you were actually able to embrace Floris. 

"Floris?" you heard someone say. 

Fundy looked over to see the person behind the counter holding out a paper bag. "Ah, that's my bread."

Fundy walked over, thanked the person in Dutch, and walked back to you. "I love this bakery," he said, "Owned by a lovely couple, and they always make the best bread."

You nodded, being able to smell the bread from where you were standing. It was so good. 

"Anyways, I best be going. I promised my audience a video tomorrow and I haven't started yet," Fundy said. 

"Oh, actually, uh...I'm a bit lost. I've only been here two days and I have no idea how to get back to my apartment. Could you at lease point me in the right direction?" you asked, following Fundy out the door. 

"Oh, of course! Actually, I'll give you a lift there. If you don't mind sharing a seat," he winked, taking out his keys and gesturing to a motorbike parked beside the building. 

"O-of course not!" you said. He handed you the bread and climbed onto the seat, keeping himself towards the front so you'd have room to sit behind him. You put the bread in the basket behind the bike and sat behind Fundy. At first you just kept your hands on the sides of the seat. 

"So, where's your apartment?" Fundy asked. You told him the address.

"Alright, here we go. Hang on tight," he said, turning on the engine. You wrapped your arms around his waist, a little scared. He lifted his foot off the ground and drove out into the street. 

While he was navigating the streets of Amsterdam, maneuvering around the many bicycles lining the roads, you contemplated your current situation. You were basically clinging to Fundy's back like a monkey, and he was driving you home. Not to mention he was technically your boyfriend. You smiled, hugging Fundy just a bit tighter and relishing the wind blowing around you and the softness of his jacket. 

It took around five minutes to get back to your apartment building. You were disappointed to let go of Fundy's back, but you did anyways and got off the bike. 

"Let's keep in touch. For real this time. Alright?" Fundy asked. 

You nodded excitedly. "Maybe we can stream together!" you suggested. 

"Good idea!" Fundy agreed, "Well, I best be going. Can't keep my audience waiting. Bye Y/N!"

"Bye Floris!" you waved as he turned around and sped away. You walked into the apartment building, then walked down the hallway to your studio apartment and unlocked the door. You set down your backpack and looked at the phone sitting on the kitchen island. 

You thought to yourself for a moment. 

Maybe you were glad you forgot your phone. 

Hello everyone! The story is going to start picking up soon; don't worry! Also I don't know much about the streets/shops in Amsterdam, so take my interpretations with a grain of salt. 

Anyways, I'm having a lot of fun writing this story! Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism or suggestions are always welcome. 

Word count: 1290