High hopes (bradley simpson fanfic)

The move

So today I had to wake up at 6:00am which was so hard since I am definitely not a morning person. I dragged my self out of my comfy warm bed to the cold bathroom floor. I looked at my bird nest of hair and try to do something with it- so I decided a messy bun. I put minimal makeup on, foundation
Concealer
Mascara
e.o.s lip balm in strawberry sorbet.

Since everything was packed up I couldn't really change clothes from yesterday so looks like high waisted shorts in dark denim, and a plain T tucked in.
My mum came in looking stressed as hell, and so I gave her a big bear hug to make her feel better. "Thanks fern but we don't have time, start finishing your room off the moving vans comes at 8:00" she said, so I did as told and put my bedding away and makeup etc...

Couple hours later after breakfast and stuff the moving van came and we got ready to leave good old Newcastle to new cool London!! :p
I drove since my mum can't, and we entered my yellow mini convertible and started our 9 hour journey woohoo.

We got to the apartment block and I took a look around and it looked pretty nice, it was so warm today like 25 degrees so I took my hoodie off and tied it around my waist.
We finally got everything up stairs and as a normal teenager would do, ran upstairs to choose a bedroom!

The apartment was huge! As the you walked through the door you went into the living room/kitchen and the there was a set of stairs to the side. At the left was the master bedroom, straight ahead the bathroom-which was massive. Then down the landing straight ahead was the twin room and then to the right off that was a double room again :).

As my mum started moving boxes around I asked if I could take a walk around the halls off the apartment block. She said yes so I put on my green and grey airmax and left through the door.

As I started walking down the hall I turned my back, but still walking and looked out the window then all of a sudden my body bounced of another, I got such a shock. I turned myself around and while saying sorry I looked up and there was a really goodlooking boy, I looked upto his light blue eyes and he said sorry too. I noticed he was Scottish! It was quite awkward and then he walked off and went to go into the apartment across from me. Before he could I shouted but not too loud- "oh hey, do you live there?" He replied saying "yea? Why do you ask" sounding confused
" Well I've just moved in across from you-nice meeting you"
"Yea, and em nice meeting you to?"
Maybe see you later I said and he just nodded and smiled before walking into his apartment.

I then carried on my walk before returning home.

A couple of days later I didn't really leave the house, as we were just sorting things out and getting settled.
Once things started taking shape me and my mum started adventuring the town of London, by just going around couple shops and going out for lunch and stuff. I ended up buying some purple wedge heels from dupe, and a pink lacy jumpsuit from lipsy, they were lovely.