Living a London Lifestyle (Joe Sugg FanFiction)

Anxiety, Airports and Snowy

A/n: First author's note... Yay :D First of all: I had to write the story- I got the idea while binge watching a Jasper video so... Yes, this happened. I really hope you like it and if you do- please vote and comment and blah blah blah :) Xx Thank you and enjoy!

SNOWY

Drip... drip-drip... The sound of my failed life echoed through the silent apartment. For a second I felt irritated with myself for not fixing the tap that has kept me up countless of nights before, but then I realized I would flood the apartment if I tried to fix it. That was why I liked fashion and design more than I liked pipes.

A small smile tugged at the side of my mouth, while pure happiness and anxiety pumped through my veins. It's funny how your life could change with a simple letter and a few words typed on it. But then again moving to another continent wasn't a joke- at least not a very funny one for someone with anxiety. I quickly pushed the thoughts my anxiety wanted to slide into my head as far away as possible. In three days I would start my dream job and that was enough to silence my nerves.

Monday I would happily be working in London for the greatest fashion designer of our generation, Bianca Maxwell- while living with a stranger (my anxiety unhelpfully added). My heartbeat was in full swing, pumping doubt into every nerve in my body.

Joseph.

The only consolation I had about moving to London and sharing an apartment with a stranger, was that an international housing agency helped me find this specific stranger. After months of working through different people I could share an apartment with, alongside the agency- matching up interests, hobbies, etcetera- we finally found Joseph Sugg. They advised me to get to know him better through emails- it was cheaper than international calling- so that was what I did. 

We exchanged about a dozen emails- that I read and replied to when I was at the public library- where he talked about what it was like living in London, what I would need when I landed and the only personal detail he shared with me was that he travelled a lot.

The fact that he travelled a lot didn't bother me much, in fact I was relieved, because if we didn't get along then at least he wouldn't be in town long enough for us to bug each other.

"Nowy, are you still awake?" Caitlyn, the only person I hated to leave behind, interrupted my thoughts. She stood quietly at the door with Mr Bubbles dangling from his canary-yellow fin. The stuffed fish looked oversized in her small hands.

"Of course, kitty cat," I started and she sped towards my bed. I quickly rolled to the side of the pea-size bed to make space for her. "What's wrong?" I asked as she laid down.

"I don't want you to- to leave tomorrow," her voice cracked and I felt my heart break. She snuggled her tiny head into the pillow, while I tucked her in. I felt unwanted tears threatening to drown me and will myself to keep them back. I had to be strong, if not for myself, then for her. It would be the first time I left her since she was born- even when I attended college it was from the comfort of this tiny apartment.

"You're not even going to notice I'm gone, Caiti, that's how much I'm going to come and visit," I said, knowing in my heart I shouldn't be making promises like that. I was unsure of what to expect from Bianca or the job. All I knew was that people said she was amazing at what she did and that I was apart of her design team.

"You pinkie promise?" Caiti turned her body towards me and sticked her five-year old pinkie in the air.

"I pinkie promise," I curled my finger around hers, wishing I could take her with me.

Drip, drip-drip.

"We really need to fix that tap," I muttered under my breath while I attempted to forget the pain of leaving my family behind. Did my father feel this dread or was it easy for him to pack up his things and leave? And if he did feel like I did... How could he ever have made it out the front door.