The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Hello Paris

"You ready kid?"

"I guess"

I finally let a few tears fall after the door closed, she leaned back and put a hand on my leg comfortingly.

"Don't worry this will be good for you to make some friends and learn more about your roots" I nodded, forcing myself to smile back at her.

I popped my air-pods in, and we pulled out of the garage, mixing with the other cars on the main road. There were multiple news anchors stationed outside the security gate to try and catch a glimpse of our band members, but our car blended in with the crew cars just as planned. Eventually, we finally made it out of the chaos to the main city. The lights of the skyward buildings blurring by were the only comfort that I had besides the sound of my playlist in my ears. The lights reminded me of New York, where Caleb and I grew up, but quieter. New York never slept but apparently, Paris did. Soon I felt myself joining the rest of the city in their dreams.

"Y/n...y/n."

I woke to Poppy shaking me gently.

"It's time to wake up, I know it's late but you need to come inside. We made it to the apartment"

I stiffly started to climb out of the car.

"I already took your bag in"

I nodded in 'thanks' as she locked the car on the curb. I gazed at the apartment that I would be living in for the next year, it was built on top of a small book store wedged between the other buildings. A small wooden sign with white cursive lettering hanging from above the door claimed the name of it was 'The Nook.' There are stairs in the alleyway to the left of the store leading to the apartment door, which was already open after Poppy went inside.

We both stumbled up the stairs, Poppy locked the door behind us, and I went straight to the couch. She grabbed my shoulder lightly.

"Oh no you don't, I understand if you want to check out the house tomorrow but you have to sleep in your bed. Besides I'm sleeping on the couch for tonight!"

I groaned in response.

"Poppy it's like three in the morning!"

She didn't respond, simply pushing towards the hallway to a dark room that I assumed was the master bedroom. I jumped on the bed, which was the first thing I locked onto when entering the room, and took a deep breath.

I slowly drifted off to sleep in the comfortable, quiet, darkness. The only light provided by the moon peaking through my window curtains.

I woke up to sunbeams streaming over my face through the pale curtains hanging in the window of my new room. I still could feel yesterday's jet lag from traveling to the concert seeping into my bones. I didn't feel like getting up yet.

The clock on my nightstand blinked 10:33 at me, a sure sign that Poppy had not scheduled anything for me today because I would be in an interview or recording studio by this time. Working against my aching body I rose to my feet and stretched hearing the 'pop' of my stiff joints. I got out of bed and did a slow spin, inspecting my new room. It was simple and all the decor matched the 'Paris' theme except for my f/c suitcases in the corner. The interior was obviously designed by Poppy, she had more of a dramatic flare than I ever cared for. I walked across the room to the window, I reached out to touch a ladder to the right of the window that I hadn't noticed in my sleepy state. Curiosity killed the cat but peaked my interest as I climbed up each foot hold of the ladder, and opened the hatch on the ceiling pulling myself through it.

The balcony was magical in a run down sort of way. Like a mossy rock wall, flowers blooming in between the creaks. It held the same type of charm with old-fashioned black metal railings. The view overlooked the street below and the rest of the city on the horizon. It was a dream to say the least, and I already had internally decided that I would be spending the majority of my time there. I took a deep breath in, drinking in the sight, before making my way over to the hatch and climbing down.