After moving to London for a year to take in the culture, you decide to bring your new stranger of a neighbour a cake. Only, he's no stranger. -*- The door opened. In front of me stood a tall man, with fringed brown hair, and gorgeous chocolaty brown eyes that seemed to be flecked with gold. -*- yo! it's the author. i am terribly sorry, that was unnecessary. so, this fic starts off really cringe-y, and then it gets better. this is v. angsty AND fluffy. watch out, hit you where it hurts: in the feels.