"A hundred days..."
"And you can't take it back".
♤
When Y/N decides it's time for a change of scenery, she/he/they head/s to the luminescent London to chase her/his/their dreams.
However, without a plan, how can anything go to one?
And while Y/N...
It was 7am when you woke up the following morning.
Your head pounded— the effects of travel— and your first thoughts included,
I need coffee/tea...
So, wearily, you rolled from your bed and headed for the kitchen to make yourself your coffee/tea.
When you'd arrived yesterday, quite late, your really very lovely landlady, a woman probably in her seventies, had given you the key to no. (your favourite number)A. after you had presented your confirmation that you were renting the flat. She'd assured you when you'd put in the request to rent that the flat had been throughly cleaned after its previous owners, and that the place had furniture— you couldn't afford to spend money on furniture; this was London!
Checking your phone, you saw that Dan"iel" Howell had actually tweeted yesterday.
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Smirking as a slightly irritating reply came to your head, your fingers danced across your keyboard and you posted your tweet, before remembering that you had more important things to do that day than annoying Howell on Twitter.
• • • Saturday • • •
Your adventure of the day was to unpack and then pop past the university to pick up your schedule and have a look around before you started on Monday.
After your early morning coffee/tea, you took a quick shower, dressed, brushed your teeth, tossed your keys, wallet/purse, phone, Oyster Card, and ID into your bag, threw your jacket over your arm, locked the door, and took the stairs to the ground floor.
Outside, you realised you were starving. Thus, you took the tube the few minutes to the Hammersmith Market where you headed for Oliver's Bakery to buy some breakfast. You'd been to London before as a few of your friends lived there. They'd shown you everything you needed to know in case you ever wanted to move to London. Your friends had been joking, of course— they just wanted to show you London— but now that the joke had become a truth, you were glad they had wished to share with you their knowledge.
At Oliver's, you looked through the pastries and breads, remembering what you'd bought when you had visited three summers ago.
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