The Girl Next Door

Beka was just a normal girl who had to move to England for her father's military career. Little did she know that her new next door neighbor is one of her idols. Read more to find out what happens with these two people and how moving to England can be the best thing ever.

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6. Chapter 5 A Friend

I woke up the next morning, not getting much sleep because of bad dreams. I changed into some blue jeans and converse, and pulled my hair into a ponytail, but didn’t bother changing my shirt because I was too tired. I looked like this: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=69232167 (The tank top is more tattered and dirty, because it’s been worn a lot) I walked downstairs and saw my mom cooking breakfast. “Hey, Beka, did you sleep alright?” She asked, as she flipped a pancake.

“Sure, if you count waking up from countless nightmares a good night’s sleep.”

“What were your nightmares about?” “Dad.”

“Honey, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Then why hasn’t he called or written us yet? It never takes him this long.”

“He’s probably not had time yet.” “Mom, I know that’s not what you think.”

“Beka, I know it’s hard, but you just have to trust that he’s alright.”

“How can I trust that he’s alright!? He could be dead, and you want me to just act like it doesn’t matter!” I ran out of the house, not even bothering to hear my mother’s response.

When I was passing Harry’s house, he was outside, walking to his car.“Hey Beka, what’s up?” He asked. His face softened when I stopped and looked at him, tears coming down my face. “What’s wrong?” I ran up to him, and hugged his torso; he hugged me back, “Beka, why are you crying?”

“I’m worried about my dad. He usually would have called or written by now, but he hasn’t and my mom tells me not to worry, but I don’t realize how I can’t.” I sobbed into his chest. He rubbed my back.

“Your mom is probably feeling the same way you are right now, she’s just trying to make you feel better.”

“I know; it’s just how can she expect me to not think the worst?”

“I don’t think she does, and I’m sure she thinks that too, but she’s your mum; she just wants to try to keep things positive.”

I sighed, calming down a bit. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to put this on you.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll always be here when you need me.”

“Thanks, umm, well, you looked like you were going out, so I’ll let you go.”

“Well, I was just going to Starbucks, do you wanna come?”

“You sure?” I didn’t want to intrude.

“Ya, of course.”

“Do you have a shirt or jacket I could borrow?”

“Ya, hop into the car, and I’ll go grab a jacket.” I got into the car and waited for Harry to return. He came back a minute later with his Jack Wills hoodie. He hopped into the driver’s side and handed it to me. I slipped it on and then buckled my seat belt. He drove us to Starbucks and we walked inside. I ordered a double chocolaty chip frappuccino, and Harry got a java chip frappuccino. We sat down at a table and talked. “So do you feel better?”

“A little, ya, I just wish my dad would call or write. I just want to know he’s okay.”

“I know, I can’t really imagine what it feels like, but like I said earlier, I will always be here for you.”

“Thank you, Harry; it means a lot.”

“Of course, so do you want to go something?”

“Well, I should probably get back and apologize to my mom.”

“Okay.” We finished our coffee, talking for the remainder of the time. We left and drove back to Harry’s house. I was about to walk back to my house when I remembered I still had on Harry’s jacket. “Oh! Harry, your jacket!” I called staring to walk back to him.

“Keep it!” He called back and went into his house. I smiled slightly to myself and walked back to my house.

*Mom/Kara’s POV*

After Rebekah ran out I sighed and leaned against the island. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door. I answered the door, opening it, revealing Max, and I knew right then that I would have to tell my daughter that she would never see her father again.

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