(a/n: started a grey's anatomy imagines book as well, feel free to check it out (please check it out))

The cobblestone streets of London were alive with a vibrant energy that was contagious. Jenna Ortega, a Hollywood starlet, felt the excitement pulsing through her veins as she stepped out of the luxurious hotel. The city was a whirlwind of opportunity, a backdrop for her next blockbuster, and a place where she could lose herself in the anonymity of the bustling crowd. 

She had always loved the idea of London, the romance of the red telephone booths, the charm of the accents, and the allure of the royalty that seemed to float in the very air she breathed. But it was the unpredictability of the city that had brought her here, the promise of adventure whispered in every alleyway. And of course the shooting of her new film.

As she wandered through the cobalt blue afternoon, the scent of fish and chips wafted from a nearby cart, mingling with the sweet aroma of fresh flowers at the bustling Camden Market. The vibrant stalls and the eclectic mix of people reminded her of the melting pot she had left behind in Los Angeles. But there was something about the Londoners that was uniquely their own, a blend of stoicism and charm that she hadn't quite figured out yet.

Her eyes locked onto a figure across the street, a young British woman with a contagious smile. She was dressed in a stylish, yet casual way that screamed 'Soho chic'—a look that was both effortless and intriguing. There was something about her that made Jenna's heart skip a beat, a spark that she hadn't felt in a long time. The woman looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting Jenna's, and she grinned, revealing a set of perfect dimples.

Without a second thought, she dashed across the street, dodging a scooter that zipped by with a cheeky beep. The woman looked up, surprised, but her smile grew wider as Jenna approached. 

"You know, I've never been one for the High Street," Jenna said, trying to sound as cool and collected as she could. "But there's something about this place that just feels right."

The woman, who introduced herself as Y/N, laughed and nodded in agreement. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, her accent music to Jenna's ears. "I could tell by your smile, darling. It's as American as apple pie."

Y/N suggested they grab a cup of tea and chat. Jenna's eyes lit up at the mention of 'high tea', an experience she had always dreamt of having in London.

They strolled through the market, the cobblestone pathways leading them to a quaint little teahouse tucked away from the hustle and bustle. Inside, the walls were adorned with vintage posters and delicate china cups clinked against their saucers as they sat down to talk.

Y/N's friends joined them, a group of charming lads with stories that painted a picture of a life filled with university shenanigans and weekend escapades in the West End. Jenna felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in a long time, as if she had been invited into a secret club that only Londoners knew about.

The conversation flowed as freely as the tea, and Jenna found herself sharing her love for SoCal, her adoration of Springsteen, and her guilty pleasure of sipping Tennessee whiskey. Y/N listened intently, her eyes lighting up with every word, and soon enough, they were swapping tales of their favorite spots in the city.

"You must visit Hackney," Y/N insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's not all about Bond Street and Louis V, you know. There's a grit to it that's as real as it gets." Jenna nodded, eager to explore the authentic side of London, the side that wasn't plastered on postcards.

As the rain began to patter against the windows, Y/N suggested they move their afternoon to a nearby pub to watch some rugby with her mates. Jenna, who had never seen a rugby match in her life, agreed without hesitation. 

The warmth of the pub and the camaraderie of the crowd was intoxicating, and she found herself cheering along with them, caught up in the excitement of the game. Y/N leaned in close, explaining the rules with the enthusiasm of a proud local, her breath tickling Jenna's ear. "See," she whispered, "this is what makes London home."

And as the afternoon turned into evening, and the laughter grew louder with each pint, Jenna realized that maybe, just maybe, home wasn't a place but a feeling, a feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time. The lyrics of Ed Sheeran's song, 'The City' played softly in the background, a serenade to London she was quickly falling in love with, and the girl who had shown her the heart of it all. 

"You know, I could get used to this," Jenna said, her smile as bright as the neon lights outside. "To the gray skies, the rainy cab rides, and the London girls."

Y/N smiled at the actress' words and leaned in closer, her hand finding Jenna's under the table. 

"And I could get used to you, too," she murmured, her eyes filled with a promise of more adventures to come.

The night grew darker, and the streets of Shoreditch beckoned them with a pulsing rhythm of life. They danced under the neon lights, the rain now a distant memory, forgotten in the warm embrace of the nightclub. The bass vibrated through their bodies, in sync with the pounding of their hearts. As they stumbled out into the crisp London air, breathless and laughing, Jenna knew she had found something special in this city of endless possibilities.

The next day, Y/N took Jenna on a tour of Hackney, riding on the back of her scooter. The vibrant street art painted a canvas of stories on the buildings, each one telling a tale of love, heartache, and the resilience of the human spirit.

They stopped at a small café, where the barista greeted Y/N like an old friend. 

"This is where I come to write my screenplays," she said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Jenna couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of such a simple, yet fulfilling life. "It's like my own little slice of heaven in the middle of the chaos."

As they sat sipping their lattes, a young couple walked by, holding hands and sharing a laugh. Jenna watched them, a wistful look in her eye. Y/N followed her gaze and squeezed her hand. 

"You know, you can have that here, too," she said softly, moving closer to the actress. "This city has a way of making you feel like you can conquer the world." Jenna looked at Y/N, her heart racing. "Or maybe it's just you," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss that was as sweet as the first sip of whiskey she had tasted in Highgate.

Their days grew into a montage of stolen moments, afternoons in the British Museum, evenings in the theater, and late nights walking the Heath. Y/N showed her the London that tourists never saw, the London that lived and breathed beyond the tourist traps. And with every shared secret, every giggle, and every kiss, Jenna felt her heart planting roots in the soil of this ancient city.

The rumors were true, she had found all the beauty there was in London, but what she hadn't expected was to fall in love with the girl who showed her the way.

Jenna knew she had found more than just a new love for the city. She had found a piece of herself she had been missing, a part that had been buried under the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

And as they stood on the edge of the city, the lights of Soho twinkling like stars, she turned to Y/N and said, "You know, I love London, but I think I love a London girl even more."

Y/N's smile was brighter than the lights, and Jenna felt her heart swell with a love that was as vast as the city that had brought them together. This was their London, their story.

Their relationship grew with every shared smile and whispered secret, every laugh in the rain and quiet moment in the café. Jenna found herself falling deeper and deeper, her days on set feeling like a distant memory compared to the nights she spent exploring the city with Y/N.

They were inseparable, their love story unfolding in the shadow of Big Ben and the gleaming Thames. It was a whirlwind romance that defied the logic of their different worlds, but somehow, it felt as natural as breathing.

One evening, as they strolled through Brixton, Y/N led Jenna to a small, unassuming venue where a local band was playing. The crowd was a mix of ages and styles, all brought together by the music that filled the air. Jenna felt a thrill she hadn't experienced since her first movie premiere, but this time, it wasn't for the cameras or the fans, it was for the girl who had captured her heart.

The rumors of their romance began to spread like wildfire, paparazzi lurking in every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Hollywood starlet with her London girl. But Jenna didn't care. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly seen, truly understood.

Y/N's love was like a warm embrace, shielding her from the cold stare of the cameras and the whispers of the tabloids. They were a modern-day fairytale.

The nights grew longer, and the days grew shorter, as London wrapped itself around them like a warm blanket. They watched the seasons change from the top of the Shard, holding hands as the leaves fell from the trees in a fiery display of autumn. They whispered sweet nothings into the winter air, as the city donned its festive lights and the scent of mulled wine filled the streets. And as the snowflakes kissed their cheeks, Jenna knew that no matter where her career took her, her heart would always find its way back to this city, back to the girl with the contagious smile and the laugh that sounded like home.