Chasing the Sun

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COMPLETED. Alira Somers. A 19 year old girl who isn't that much of a fan of One Direction. But her best friend, Jenna, won tickets to a little 'promo' about One Direction. Little did they know, One Direction was performing. That's where they lay eyes on both of them for the first time. That's when Alira changed her views on them. That's when 2/5 will fall for her. That's when all hell breaks loose in her life.

**Blurb is misleading, it isn't as good as I thought it would be. Personally, it's not my best but by all means, if you want to read it go ahead! Just let me warn you, it's not as good as the blurb says.

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39. Chapter 39: talk to the parents

 

Chapter 39: talk to the parents

 

Two days later

 

‘Mum! You’re home!’ I engulfed my older look-alike into a bear hug.

‘Hey, honey. I’ve missed you.’ She squeezed me back.

‘How was America?’ I asked her, as I picked up some of the suitcases in her hands and helped her bring it inside.

‘It was great. A big break from Australia and it’s by far the most weirdest place I’ve ever been to.’ She laughed.

‘Is that an America accent peaking?’ I winked at her.

‘You never know, I was friends with so many people there. It sucks I had to leave early.’ She pouted slightly.

‘Why did you leave early?’ I asked her as I put the suitcases beside the lounge.

‘Some complications with our apartment.’ She shrugged.

‘What? You help your mum but not your favourite man in the world?’ My dad’s voice grunted and I turned around to face him. I almost laughed out loud with the amount of bags he was carrying and the funniest part was, he couldn’t fit through the door.

‘You said you’re a man, I’m sure you’re more than capable of carrying those in.’ I said, laughing slightly.

‘You’re a terrible daughter.’ He grunted as he finally pushed through the door.

‘Yep, but I’m your only daughter.’ I smiled smugly.

‘You never know, I might just adopt Jenna. She’s nicer to me than you.’ He shrugged.

‘Daddy! You’d never!’ I said, mocking shock. Yep, I’m a daddy’s girl. 

‘I don’t know... It actually seems tempting.’ He shrugged nonchalantly.

‘Why would you do that!’ I feigned crying on my mum’s shoulder.

‘Aw, come on baby girl. You know you’re my only baby girl.’ He pulled me in for a hug and I hugged him back. Yep, pure daddy’s girl.

‘Mumma 2! Pappa 2! You’re home!’ Jenna squealed from the doorway. She walked up to my dad and was about to pull him into a hug before I snatched him away.

‘No, this is my dad.’ I said playfully as I latched onto his arm. Jenna gave me a confused look before I laughed out loud and let go of him.

After all the reunions, we were all sat in the living room talking about what they got up to in America. They’ve been absolutely everywhere and by the looks of how they were acting around each other, their marriage just got a lot stronger.

‘Okay, we have some news for you.’ I announced after all the story-telling. My mum raised an eyebrow at us and my dad looked at us questioningly.

‘We both got job offers for a magazine. Me as a photographer and her as a stylist.’ I said. My mum’s face broke out into a wide grin and my dad looked at both of us proudly.

‘That’s wonderful!’ My mum said, a tad bit high-pitched.

‘But...’ I continued.

‘But?’ My dad asked the both of us. His gaze shifted between the two of us as he waited for an answer.

‘But it’s in Paris.’ I finished.

I watched as my mum’s grin slipped off her face and my dad’s eyebrows knit together. I fidgeted nervously and me and Jenna kept exchanging worried and nervous glances. I honestly don’t know what i expected out of this. If I expected yelling or refusals or rejoice. I have no idea how I expected them to take it. My mum and dad looked at each other and I watched them have a silent conversation with each other. After what felt like forever they turned back to us.

‘As much as I’d hate for you two to move half way across the world, you should take this job. If they want you in Paris then you must be really good to go all the way there just to be a photographer or a stylist. You two would do amazing and I don’t like that my little girls are moving but I guess you shouldn’t not take the job.’ My mum said in a tight expression. She looked as though she was going to break into tears soon. 

‘Thanks mum.’ I smiled gratefully.

‘Thanks mumma 2.’ Jenna said. We both shifted our gaze to my dad.

‘Well, I supposed I shouldn’t hold you guys back. This is a great job opportunity and you guys are technically adults now so I can’t hold you back. Yes, you can go.’ He concluded. But he still looked a bit troubled and doubtful on his part.

‘Thank you, daddy!’ I sighed in relief.

‘Yep, thanks pappa 2.’ Jenna’s smiled got bigger, believe it or not.

‘So, when will you two be leaving?’ My mum asked.

‘We were thinking about going next weekend. They said they didn’t need us there until December but we want to go early so we can get used to Paris.’ Jenna answered and i nodded.

‘How did they get your works?’ My dad asked.

‘Janelle.’ I answered simply. Both their eyes grew wide.

‘Janelle?’ My dad asked.

‘Janelle, as in ex-bestfriend-slash-bitch-slash-the whore out to get you?’ My mum asked.

‘Mum, language!’ I scolded and she muttered a small sorry.

‘Yes, Janelle. And believe it or not, we made up.’ I shrugged my shoulders.

‘Are you sure she’s not messing with you guys?’ Mum asked.

‘Yes, I’m sure. I even got the email about our details and all. The magazine company are paying for our apartment and all so we’re practically all set.’ I answered.

‘Fair enough.’ Dad nodded.

‘So, who is this boy I hear you are dating?’ Mum turned on Jenna and wiggled her eyebrows. Jenna blushed red and looked away.

‘What boy!? There’s a boy!? I may not be your dad but you’re still counted as a daughter. I need to meet this man. How long have you two been together? Where did you meet? Have you kissed yet? What’s his name? How old is he? Has he been in this house? Has he been in your room? Have you two had sex yet? Have-’ I cut my dad off.

‘Dad!’ I screamed the same time Jenna screamed, ‘Charles!’ 

‘What?’ He asked innocently and I just shook my head. 

 

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A/N

 

Awkward way to end? I think so. Sorry there’s no one direction in it yet. I have a mighty plan that will happen in Paris. And I am so very sure you all know what it is. And I'm sorry it's short.

 

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Mwahbebsssssss

 

-Winona

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