I Need You Here With Me Now

This story is partly true. I do live in Australia, do have a puppy, Mum and Dad and a little sister. I did, however, not move to London and become the girlfriend of Niall and friend of Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn! I wish ;P Enjoy guys! xx

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1. Just The Beginning

"Morning sleepyhead" Mum teased as I took a seat at the breakfast table. She reached over and smoothed down my messy bed hair.

I slapped her hand away.

"What's got you in such a bad mood this morning?" She asked.

"Sorry, it's just too early for me to be awake" I replied. I was always moody when I first woke up in the morning.

"It's 12 o'clock, Rochelle" Mum said, looking at me weirdly.

"Yes, and it's also Sunday". She had this weird opinion that I should go to bed and wake up early, even on the weekends, so I could stick with my 'sleeping pattern'. Of course I didn't take any notice, and just went to bed whenever I felt like it.

"Rochelle, you better start packing up all your things. We're leaving next weekend" My little sister Caitlin told me from the seat next to me. That's funny; I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me until she had spoken. Probably because I was always wrapped up in my own little world. My own little One Direction world. And it was an amazing world, I can tell you that! Wait, what? Leaving? Where? When? This was the first I had heard of leaving!

I looked over at Mum, who instead of flipping the pancakes like she had been only minutes ago, was fiddling with her hair nervously, like she was hiding something from me.

"Mum. What aren't you telling me? Why are we leaving?" I asked her, slightly irritated.

"I... I wanted to tell you earlier. I just...."

"Tell me what's going on!" I said, my voice getting louder and angrier.

"We're moving to London. Next week. Your Aunt got a job over there, and we are moving to England to be closer to her"

She had barely finished her sentence when I grabbed my iPod and earphones off the kitchen bench and ran out the front door, not even caring that I was still in my pyjamas. I ran down my street, turned right and jogged down the next street, where I knew there was a tiny park I could go to.

I slowed to a walk, still panting, as I followed the footpath to a tree branch that I could use as a bench to sit on. I pushed away some branches and sat on the strong looking bench. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and put in my earphones. I Wish by Onw Direction starting playing soflty, and I smiled. The boys could always make me feel better.

I put my head in my hands and let the tears fall as I thought about my life. I was sick of Mum not telling me anything anymore. She would tell my sister things, but never me. I felt as though she couldn't trust me. On the other hand, I had wanted to move to London for as long as I could remember. Well, ever since I had become a Directioner. Every day I would ask Mum if we could move there, and every day she would say that we didn't have the money to live in an upper class town like London. I wondered what had changed.

I heard the grass start to rustle, and looked behind me to see Mum slowly making her way towards my make shift bench. She sat down next to me.

"Rochelle, I can see you've been crying. What's the big problem? You've always wanted to move to London, and now we are. So what's the deal?"

"Mum, you don't get it. I don't want to leave my friends. I don't want to leave my school. When I first started high school, I hardly got accepted. It took me nearly a year to make proper friends. When I met the girls, they made me happy. They were the first friends who accepted me for who I really was. If it took me a year to find proper friends in a school with 1600 people, how long do you think it will take me to make friends in a school with thousands of students?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I really am. But there's nothing we can do about it. It's too late. We have already bought a house, and your father already has a teaching job. You will make friends, I promise. And you can always keep in touch with your old friends here, through Skype and Email. They can come visit during the holidays"

She didn't understand. It wasn't the same. She never understood me. Fresh tears started to fill my eyes. Mum noticed, and she said the first thing she knew would make me feel better.

"Your boys live in London, Rochelle. I know how crazy about them you are. You've always wanted to meet them. And now we are going to be living in the same town, and you have the chance to have a real friendship with them. Just don't lose hope, honey"

After listening to her little speech, my perspective suddenly changed. I couldn't wait to move to London. Maybe, just maybe, the boys would see something special in me and we could become close friends. Who knows, maybe we could even become something more.

 

 

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