Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would move to England. London, nonetheless. My parents got some job offer over there, they're not allowed to talk to us about it though. Leaving behind my fourteen years worth of life in America to go to some random country I've never been to isn't exactly my cup of tea, but I have no choice.
"Y/N, come down stairs with your bags," my mom yells from the kitchen. "We're leaving for the airport in 10 minutes!" I grab my backpack and my suitcase and close my bedroom door. All of our things are going to be shipped to our new house in about a week, so we're going to be sleeping in a hotel room. I go outside, place my bags in the car, and go back inside to help my mom pack up the car.
"So we're really leaving, huh?" I ask, glancing over at my mom. She sighs.
"You know we didn't have a choice, sweetheart. You'll like it over there, I promise," She says, smiling sadly. I can tell she's trying to be optimistic about the move but I know she's worried about my brother and I. My brother comes zooming out of his room and runs out the front door.
"Michael, get the dog please," My mom says loudly. He comes zooming back inside and calls the dog over to him. My dog, Goose, runs over to me and licks my leg. I look down and smile. I've had Goose since I was 8, we were driving home one night and saw a van giving away free puppies. I begged my parents to stop the car, and to my surprise, they did. He was in a box with 3 other fluffy golden puppies, and he ran right up to me and jumped into my arms. I knew he was supposed to be mine.
We pack everything in the car and we drive off. I listen to my favorite band, and fall asleep quickly.
"Y/N!" I jump up and out of my seat. My brother loves scaring the bloody hell out of me. I smack his arm in return and rub my eyes to try and get my vision back. We park the car and we're off. We make it through TSA with no problem.
"Honey, what time is it?" My dad asks, looking over at my mom.
"9 o'clock,"
We all freeze in place. Goose too.
"Doesn't the plane take-off at 9:05?" Matthew dumbly asks. We all look at him and start running.
We make it with 1 minute to spare, would've been 2 but the flight attendant was trying to make our lives difficult. We hand him our tickets, passports, and proof of Goose being an emotional support animal and we're off.
One 9 hour flight later, and I've arrived at my new home. We find our bags, call an Uber, and find our way up to the hotel room. I look out the window and I realize something:
I hate it here.
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young love // ron weasley x reader
Fanfiction"Ron Weasley, I hate you. I never want to see your face again," I yell. For a split second, I can see the sadness in his eyes but it disappears as quickly as it appears. "The feeling is mutual, y/n. Stay away from me," he says to me with gritted te...
