Nobody Compares to You

Celia is just a normal 18 year old, she lives a normal life until her brother, Jackson, dies from cancer. She is never the same because he was her best friend. She decides that when she turns 19, she wants to move away from the little town in New Hampshire and pursue her dream as a photographer. She moves to London, England and meets five boys that almost fill the hole that was made when Jack died. Will she fall for one of the boys? Will one of them fall for her?

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"you know, you could always wait until next year to go to London" my mom said in a hopeful tone.

“Sorry mom, I have to go now, I can’t waste any more time just crying and eating ice cream. I have to go.”

“Well I just don’t want you hurting too much and not having anyone there for you, and ill…” she paused, tears formed in her  ocean blue eyes, she sat down on my sheet-less bed, a lonely tear rolling down her cheekbone.

“Mom, I know it’s hard for you, but I promise I will visit you every holiday. And I can make friends there, I will never leave you. And besides, you have dad” I assured as I take the last picture frame off my wall. It was me and Jack when we were younger. We were at Hampton Beach, Jack’s cheeky smile made the memories flood back through my brain, I can’t believe I’ll never get to see that smile in person again. I set the picture face down in the brown box and sat up against the wall, my head rested on my knees. I let out a loud sob and my mom didn’t come to comfort me, because she knew I needed my space. Nobody can comfort me like he could. He would pound anyone who ever hurt me. He was my protector. I stood up for him also, but it’s not exactly a good thing for your little sister to fight your battles.

“im sorry mom, I just didn’t expect to see that picture, I’m okay.” I said softly, hoping she wouldn’t freak out and forbid me from going to London.

“I know, Cece, you have to go. It’s the London Institute of Photography. This is a huge opportunity” she mumbled. Her eyes were red and puffy like they always got when she cried.

“Thanks mom, help me bring these to the car?” I ask, gesturing towards the last few boxes that covered the floor.

“Of course, Hun” she picked up two boxes and stacked them on top of each other, and slowly walked out the door, trying to find her way behind the boxes covering her face. I just stood there for a moment and looked around my room, realizing that this was the last time I’d be in in for a really long time. I picked up the last box and a red suitcase and walked towards the door. I took one last look, a tear escaped my eye, and I closed the door behind me. This is it. I’m about to leave for college, I see my dad standing in the hallway his arms open. I run towards him, embracing him in a long hug.  We both pull away and he smiles but it looks almost apologetic. He starts talking

“Celia, I’m sorry I haven’t been the best dad to you or your brother, I just wanted to see my son follow my dream. And I wanted you to get a good-paying job. I should’ve listened to you two. Don’t you ever think for a second that I don’t love and support you, because I do very much. I love you so much, and if you’re ever in trouble, I’ll be on a plane in a heartbeat.”

“Thanks dad, I love you too. I will miss you so much.” I say, thanking him

“Well you better get going, you’re going to miss your flight” he reminded me. I gave him one last hug, and walked out the front door. I turned around to take one last look at my home, sighed, and made my way to the car.

“Call me every night for the first week; I want to know you’re safe. And don’t let anyone give you any crap”

“Okay mom, I promise”

“Good”

“Well, here we are, Logan International Airport.” She said, breaking the moment of silence.

“Hey Mom?”

“Yes Love?”

“Thank you, for everything, for believing in me all these years.”

“You’re welcome I love you so much. Don’t you ever forget that” we both got out of the car, the baggage check man came and took the boxes and put them on a cart. He said I didn’t have to pay full price because I had so many boxes. He was a nice man. I said one last goodbye to my mom and headed in the automatic doors. I turned back for a moment, looked at my mom and waved one last time. She waved back and they said my flight was boarding in twenty minutes

“Flight 398 to London, England will be boarding in twenty minutes” I quickly made my way through security in about ten minutes and I hustled to the waiting area by gate 22C and found a seat. They called our flight about three minutes after I sat down. I was in the plane, locating my seat. 23A, a window seat! I scooted by the girl in the middle and I said hi and she said hi back. I sat down and noticed her ipod, she was listening to One Direction. I never saw what they looked like, but I heard their song “Little Things” it was actually kind of good. My younger cousins always talked about them, but I never really took interest in boy bands.

The flight lasted about 7 hours and I trudged off to baggage claim and went to get a taxi. I loaded all my stuff into the cab and had him drive me to my new flat. It was right in the eye of London. It was really cold here, a lot colder than New Hampshire. The Taxi driver helped me bring my stuff into the flat. I gave him the money and thanked him. I looked around the flat and went into the bedroom and made the bed so I could sleep in it. I brushed my teeth quickly and crawled into the bed. It was not extremely comfortable but it will do. It was about 1:00 am and I had Jet Lag so I fell fast asleep. 

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