Lost In London [Ranboo]

Being

[Warning: Cursing & platonic DNF.]

Y/N's POV:
Today is the day, I think to myself. Today is the day of my permanent trip to London. I had been planning on moving there since.. Forever really!

I check my clock and see that it's 7am. My flight is at 10, so I have time.

I get up and go shower, deciding to wear some comfy clothing. I make sure I have everything I need packed and I head downstairs. "Morning Y/N," says my older brother Clay. He's probably the best older brother out there.

"Are you all packed up?" he asks as he hands me a plate of french toast. "Yep!"

"Remember, since you haven't found an apartment just yet, you'll be staying at George's place. Got it?" he explained. He was worried about me, which makes sense. We had never spent more than a week away from each other. I know I'll miss him, and I know he'll miss me.

We talk as we eat, soon enough, it becomes 8. "We should start driving to the airport," I say to Clay. "Yeah, go brush your teeth," he replies.

Timeskip

We have arrived at the airport. I hug Clay goodbye, and walk through shiny class doors.
"Say bye to Patches for me, will you?"
"I will. Stay safe!"

I was taking a week's worth of clothing and about 80 thousand dollars, so £60,000.

"Flights to Heathrow: Boarding Now," I hear from the intercom.

I look down at my ticket and see that I'm in group 2.

We'll uh, I've got to hurry up a little huh?

"Group 2, please step forward with your passport and ticket in hand. I repeat, group 2, please step forward with your passport and ticket in hand."

Here we go. London.. Here I come.