my fault london. · Y/n story by @getgone1x

The jet lag hit you like a wall. Heathrow Airport was a blur of announcements in crisp British accents and luggage carousels spinning with suitcases that all looked the same.

Eve Macklin

There he is!

William waved from beyond the barrier. Tall, smiling, holding a small sign that said Welcome Home in loopy handwriting. Behind him, the grey London sky pressed down like a lid.

Eve Macklin

Will, this is Y/n.

William Leister

folding you into a hug before you can react It's so good to finally have you both here. You must be exhausted.

Home.

Martin

a large man in a black coat nods at you from beside a sleek car Miss. Luggage goes in the back.

He popped the trunk without waiting for an answer.