Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone (Part 2)

This story takes place during your (and Iggy's) University days. However, the two of you still haven't seen each other again since the  day you left for America. At the beginning you are packing your bags to return to England, as you have been accepted into your favourite university in London (Imperial or UCL, for example).
(f/u) = favourite university in London
(m/n) = mother's name
(c/n) = course name 

You plopped yourself onto the bed and glared at the state of your room. There were half-folded clothes everywhere; textbooks were flung about, shoes of all designs were hiding your wooden floor, and suitcases stood, wide-open. Your room looked as if it had been hit by 'Hurricane Sandy', and you were supposed to be leaving for England tomorrow. 

You had been lucky enough to get accepted into (f/u).Your parents had pressured you during the times when you were taking GCSE's and A-levels. You had hated it then, you had enough stress as it was, but now you were glad. It had meant that you could go back to England, and thanks to the fact that your Dad took up the offer of a job in America, you were never short on money. Your family wasn't rich. There was just enough money to pay for University fees, then to secure a financially safe future. 

"Goddamit!" you muttered, "I'll never be able to pack everything in time for tomorrow!" 
Your ran your hand through your (h/l) (h/c) hair, taking out knots between your fingers.

"_________?" your Mum called, "Do you need any help?"

"Omigosh! Yes, Mum! I can't do this all by myself." you cried.

At that your mother bustled in through the messy doorway, and sighed in aggravation. 

"How will you survive on your own, you silly girl? I will never know." 

You bowed your head in shame, cheeks dusted a pretty shade of pink.

"Here," you Mum said, "You fold the clothes and I'll put them away. Then we can put in all your essentials, anything we can't fit, I'll ship to you. Okay?"

You nodded, relief and gratitude showing blatantly in your eyes. 

Soon after you and your Mother got to work on packing, folding, putting away, and reminiscing on old memories. Truthfully, your Mother was afraid to let you travel to another country by yourself. However, you were of age and you were stubborn enough to go whether she wanted you to or not. (m/n) knew her daughter was leaving for three reasons:
1. to gain independence
2. to get a good education
3. but mainly to see her childhood love, Arthur Kirkland, again.

*Timeskip to the morning. You are now in the airport, waiting at the gate.*

You waited at the gate, foot tapping with agitation as you sat. Luckily you had arrived early enough to snag a seat, most others had to stand. There weren't any children or elderly people, though, so you didn't have to give your seat up. 

Your main suitcase had gone through with all the other baggage, but you still carried your hand-luggage. And it was heavy. You didn't know what your Mother had packed in there, but it wasn't clothes. Your Mother...

Although the goodbyes had taken place moments ago, the memories washed into your brain like a tidal wave. 

(Flashback)

Your Mum had hugged you with a crushing force, tears staining her pretty cheeks. You hated to see her like that, to think that you were the one making her cry. No child ever wants to see their Mother sad. Your father, on the other hand, wasn't balling his eyes out but still had a sad expression on his face. The two of you were banter buddies, constantly making snide comments that made the other laugh. Your father would never tell you this, but it was hard for him to see his little girl grow-up into such a fine young woman. 

Instead of expressing his feelings, he gave the natural,fatherly goodbye speech.

"Ok, so be careful. Don't do drugs, don't get smashed, and no boys aloud. OK? I mean it. If I find out that there's been a boy staying with you, I won't hesitate to drag you all the way back here." Your father condoned.

You nodded, yes. You could hardly say no, could you?

"Now, give me some sugar. Mama knows best, child. Mama knows best." 

Your Dad watched waaaaaaaaaaaaay too many 'Fresh Prince of Bel Air' re-runs. 

Your Mum just sniggered at her husbands hilarity. Then she grasped your hands in both of hers, kissed you on the cheeks and said: "Go, sweetie. You don't want to miss your flight. And call me if you need anything, I'll come there myself if i need to."

You nodded. Tears brimming in your (e/c) eyes. 

"I love you. Both of you."

"We love you too sweet pea." Your Dad replied. Your Mum was too choked up to reply, but simply nodded her head, whilst dabbing a tissue to her eyes. 

You looked at them once more, then grabbed your bag and walked to the check-in, waving as you went. A tear dribbled down your cheek, but you wiped it away, hastily. 

You'd never been one for goodbyes. After leaving Arthur, goodbyes always felt that much worse. But now, you'd find Arthur again. You'd find your childhood love, again. But this time - you wouldn't let him go...

(End of Flashback)

You snapped your eyes open as the plane hit the tarmac of the runway. You had landed at London City Airport,  since it was closer to your university. 

Soon, the flight attendants came round, making sure that all the passengers left the flight safely. As you stepped out of the plane, you were hit with a wave of brisk, British air, as well as a sense of familiarity. Climbing down the red steps you drew in a breath. You were home. Back to a place you hadn't been to in 13 years. 

You had ordered a cab to take you to your halls of residence, the ride wasn't exactly short. Your plane had decided to land during the rush hour, meaning that everyone was out and about getting their lunch. The London streets were bustling with traffic. You could see 5 black cabs, all blocked in a row, waiting for the jam to end. 

Eventually, you got to your new home. It wasn't brand, spanking new, but it wasn't ancient either. The building had an almost castle-like structure, it was grand, and made out of some sort of rock. Blocks of it fitted together to make the halls. You took a liking to it, with it's weathered stone walls and cheerful students. You had arrived, and couldn't wait to get started! You'd paint this town red......maybe.



(Timeskip 2 months)




You had been at (u/n) for 2 months now, and you were loving every second. Ok, the workload was hard, but it was what you wanted to do. Your roomate, Elizabeta, also doubled as your best friend. She was great, and always managed to keep any unwanted attention from getting to you. Of course you were friends with the 'Bad Touch Trio'. They were notorious pranksters, and a laugh to be around. The caramel-skinned spaniard, Antonio, was your favourite. He was so bubbly and joyous. Francis was a hopeless romantic, constantly trying his cheesy chat-up lines on you, but you liked him nontheless. Gilbert Beilshmidt, however, was an absolute nightmare (in a good way). The ruby-eyes albino was always pulling pranks, especially on you. 

Just the other day, you had gone out shopping with Yekaterina - another one of your friends - to return to a room that was covered from ceiling to floor with post-it notes, and all the kitchen chairs duck-taped to the ceiling. 

Another time Gilbert had stopped you from going to the toilet, meaning that you had a whole days worth of liquid in your bladder. When he eventually allowed you to use the toilet you discovered that he had put cling-film on the seat, making a massive spillage all over your bathroom floor.

The next day you had gone on a rampage, deciding to fight fire with fire, you had beat Gilbert at his own game. You knew that Gilbert used a lot of hair product, so you decided to substitute them for something more......adventurous. You had put golden syrup in his shampoo, and replaced his hair gel with PVA glue. Then just to be on the safe side you had opened up all of his beer bottles. Emptied them, then filled them up with salt water, then put the caps back on. 

Gilbert had come to you in the morning with hair like a white bird's nest, Francis and Antonio tagging along, splitting their sides laughing.