Waking Up: The Brown Curls

Harry, a typical Englishman walks the streets of London everyday. Reychel, a young woman, came to London to learn more about music and song writing.
Harry Styles, who learns about Reychel, helps her find her way through this career. The two friends are really coming closer together, but will they always just be friends?

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10. New House

Harrys POV

I woke up in the morning and saw a flat area where Reychel would lay. I stared at the white roof that was plagued on top of us. The room was dark. The sun wasn't even peeking through the thin curtains hanging on the window. I got up and walked downstairs. The kitchen light lit up the first two steps of the stairs. I peeked through the bar on the railing. No one was home, but me. I ran down she rest of the stair cases and spied on the car that drove up our dirt driveway. Reychel popped out, holding a box in her hands. She walked up the green hill, with dew jumping onto her toes. She came up to the door and twisted the knob. She was surprsied to see me.

"Oh, good morning, Harry. Sleep well?" Reychel asked.

"Yeah." I pulled a seat from under the kitchen table. "Did you?" I questioned.

Reychel nodded. She took a doughnut from the box. Powder dotted her chin after every bite. She grabbed her coffee and sat down, grabbing the newspaper.

"Here, Harry. Look at this house. It's bigger than this one. It's in Bristol." Reychel said, passing the newspaper.

I read the caption. A huge, yellow house with red shutters looked at me. There were eight windows filed on the top level, next to each other, than below the middle window was a white door with two windows with shutters on both sides of the door. The roof was huge, with a chimney on top with a grarden below. The caption read:

4 bedroom, 3 bathroom

10 private acres

Built in 1930's

Must see!

I looked at Reychel, this house was huge and my dream home. But this house was the house everyone wanted. I had too tell Reychel I wanted it. This little home needs another new family. This house as gotten too small. It's time for a new one.

"Yeah. We'll get it. When's the open house?I asked.

"Today, thats why I told you."

I jumped off my seat, running up to our room. I pulled on jeans, a t-shirt and some sneakers, ran down again, and grabbed my keys.

"C'mon, Reychel. We'll be late!" I said, grabbing her hand.

I reached the house in an hour. We knocked on a door, and an old woman came out.

"Why hello, young fellas! Come in!" the old woman said.

"My name's Ruby. I've lived here since 1940, when I was born. This house was built from 1930-1938. It only took so long because the house wasn't working out right. Follow me, upstairs." Ruby said. The stairs had a platfrom about ten steps up, then another six the rest of the way. A bathroom door was open, with doors shut closed. Ruby led us through every one, explaining every detail. We came to an agreement to buy it. We got the house, so happy we told everyone.

 

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