Running From the Past

When Elizabeth lost everything, she went to live with her grandmother in London, England. But little did Elizabeth know that her grandmother lived next to the famous band, One Direction. Will she be able to outrun her past and open up? Or will her past tragedy hold her back?


1. Chapter 1 - Living With Grandma

This was it. This was the start of my new life. And I wasn't ready. I picked up my purse and walked through the airport to the meeting point my grandmother had described. 

I stood on my tiptoes, searching for her unfamiliar face. How was I to find her if I couldn't even remember what she looked like?

"Elizabeth," a voice called. I turned, searching for the source. "Elizabeth, over here." Then I saw her. An elderly woman waving slightly ate me. She had a warm and welcoming smile on her wrinkled old face. She wore typical grandma clothes: tan slacks, a floral blouse, and flats. Grandma had her grey hair curled on top of her head, then twisted into a bun. 

I walked towards her shyly, my small purse swinging by my side. "H-hi, Grandma," I stuttered. I knew she was related to me, but she was a complete stranger to me. I didn't know the first thing about her. Would she like me? What would it be like to live with her? I hoped everything worked out for the both of us.

"Where are your bags, sweetheart?" She looked around me, trying to locate my other bags. 

"I-I don't have any. I lost them all in the..." I trailed off, unable to continue. 

"Thanks okay, deary. We'll by you a few things once you get settled in." She gave me another warm smile. I had only known the woman for a few minutes, but I was already beginning to love her. 

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." I didn't want to impose on her. I was already going to live with the woman, she didn't need to spend her money on me.

"Darling, I want to. Are you ready to go," she asked as she fumbled through her handbag for her keys. I nodded when she looked up, following her outside of the London Airport.

We didn't walk far before we reached her little blue smart car. Grandma clicked her keys, unlocking it, and climbed in. She turned the key in the ignition as I buckled my seat belt. Grandma turned on the radio, then told me to pick any station I wanted. I replied in the negative, so she turned to a random station she thought I would enjoy. It was a pop station, playing music that I guessed was popular in England. I didn't know any of the artists though. They played bands and singers with strange names like Cher Lloyd, Little Mix, and One Direction. They had good music though. I hoped Grandma had a radio so I could listen to them more often. 

We pulled into the driveway of Grandma's quaint little home. It was a two story by the looks of it. The house was painted a baby blue, with cream trim around the windows, garage, and front door. It looked like a cute little home, a place I could enjoy living in. A place I would feel safe. That's all I really needed right now. 

She let me out of the car, and then proceeded to drive into the garage. She unlocked the garage door, and gestured me to follow. "Come on, sweety, don't be shy. This is your home now too." She was very cheerful and genuine. Maybe I could consider this home. Maybe...

I walked through the garage and up the steps, leading into a mudroom. It was spick and span, like I expected it. The was a bench on the right hand side, and under it were a few pairs of shoes. Above the bench was a line of hooks with a raincoat, a jacket, a few sweaters, and a scarf hanging on them. Above those were cubby-holes with gloves, hats, and a few other odds and ends inside of them. On the left wall was a washer and a drier that looked like they were from a few decades ago. 

Grandma hung her purse on one of the hooks and walked through the door right across from us. "Well," she said, turning back to me, "are you coming or not?" She laughed slightly and continued walking through the house. I quickly followed after, eager to have a look around. 

The mudroom led straight into the sun room. The entire right wall was a window, letting in the sunlight. On the floor below the window were a few plants. There were flowers, a few herbs, and a small tree in the corner. Across from that were a few chairs, one of them being a rocking chair, facing the window. All the walls were covered in pale yellow paint, with each of them having a white door on them. I wondered where the door across from the window led to...

I followed Grandma through the sun room after she gave me a minute to look around in awe. The next room we entered was her living room. There were a few mix-matched sofas pushed up against the wall of the small room with a TV mounted on the wall across from those. In the center of everything was a glass coffee table with a few paperback books on it. We walked through yet another door and turned a sharp corner, leading into the biggest kitchen I had seen. It was like the sun room and the living room combined, which I guess it was. All of the appliances were stainless steel and up to date, unlike the rest of the house. There was a kitchen table, a island, a pantry, and a door leading who-knows-where. I guessed it was the same mystery door I saw in the sun room. 

In the far right-hand corner was another door. Grandma walked over to it and opened it, disappearing inside. I quickly rushed over to where she had gone and saw a staircase leading to the second level. As I followed her up the stairs, I gazed at the pictures lining the walls. There were pictures of her and her husband on their wedding day, her holding my mom in the hospital, my mom growing up; her birthdays, first broken arm, etc. The pictures were like a timeline. Once we reached the top, I looked at the last photograph. It was of the last time my family and I had taken a picture, our Christmas picture. We all looked so happy and comfortable, a permanent reminder that I could never let myself become that way again. 

Grandma stopped at the top of the stairs, moving to the side to let me see the 2nd floor. There was a long hallway, three doors on each side. Grandma walked down the hall and placed her hand on the first door on the left. "This is my room." She walked down the hall to the next door on the left. "This is my bathroom," she informed me. "It's connected to my room as well, just in case you were interested." She walked to the last door on the left. "This is the guest bedroom." She crossed the narrow hallway to the last door on the right. "This is the guest bathroom. That door," she said, gesturing to the second door on the right, "is your bedroom, and the first door on the left is your bathroom. The two are connected, like mine. I took the liberty of decorating your bedroom. I hope you like it." She gave me another warm smile. "I'll let you get settled. I'll be downstairs making dinner. If you need anything, dear, don't be afraid to ask. Just come down when you're ready. I'll see you soon," she said, waving as she walked back down the stairs, closing the door behind her. 

I walked into my room, closing the door behind me. I felt along the wall and flipped one of the two light switches, effectively bathing the room in light. It was a nice bedroom, fairly modern. There was a king-sized bed, a fireplace, the door leading to my bathroom, a few tables and dressers, and a chair. (Really hope you can see the picture guys!)

I looked on in utter awe. It was gorgeous, sophisticated, and just what I would want to live in. I placed my purse on the chair and continued to slowly make my way into my new bedroom. I sat on my bed and continued to look around. 

I looked at the beside clock: it read 4:30. The realization hit me. They were gone. My mom and dad were dead, and they weren't coming back. I suddenly didn't want to be alone. I headed down the stairs and through the kitchen, saying 'hi' to my grandmother on my way to the living room. She told me I could watch television if I wanted, so I wrapped a blanket around my now shaking form, laid down on the couch, and turned the TV on, just drowning everything out. I didn't want to be present in the world right now. 

I laid there for I don't know how long before the door bell rang. "I'll get it," my grandmother called. She crossed the living room, wiping her hands off on her apron. Once she deemed her hands sufficiently dried, she opened the door. "Oh hello, deary! Please, come in!" She stepped aside and gestured for the boy at the front door to come in. 

The boy was 5' 9" and looked to be about 20ish. He had light brown/blonde hair and blue eyes. red pants rolled up a few times at the bottom and a black and white striped shirt with a pair of black Toms. The boy was wearing He was fairly handsome. He smiled and waved at me as he stepped inside. 

"Hi, Mrs. Stutters," he said, giving her a side hug as he crossed the threshold. "How are you doing?"

"I'm lovely, darling. And you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you." He seemed polite enough. 

"So," Grandma began, "what can I do for you, young man?"

"Well, the boys and I were wondering if you had any blueberries. Harry wanted to make pancakes for dinner," he said, shrugging and rolling his eyes.

"Sure thing, Louis," she said. "Please, come in, make yourself comfortable. This is my granddaughter, Elizabeth. She'll be living with me for the foreseeable future. Please, sit down. I'll go grab you some blueberries." With that, my grandmother went into the kitchen, closing the door behind me. 

Louis moved over and sat on one of the other couches. "Hello," he said cheerfully. "My name's Louis, Louis Tomlinson. I'm your grandmother's neighbor."

"Hi," I replied quietly. "My name is Elizabeth. I'm my grandmother's granddaughter." I sat up and pulled the blanket closer to me.

"Really? I would have never guessed," he said sarcastically, a smile on his face. He laughed at his joke, but quickly stopped when he realized I wasn't laughing. "I'm sorry. Have I said something?" He seemed genuinely concerned. 

I hurriedly reassured him saying, "No no, you're fine. Sorry, I'm not really good at making friends." I was just fine at making friends, actually. I just didn't have the desire anymore for fear of losing them like I lost my parents. 

"That's okay. I'm brilliant at it," he said brightly, bouncing in his seat. 

Just then my grandmother came in again and handed Louis a case of blueberries. "Here you are, my dear."

Louis stood up and accepted the fruit. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Stutters."

"Louis, how many times do I have to tell you? Please, call me Margret."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Stutters," Louis said, chuckling slightly. "Well, I'd better get back to the guys." Louis made his way over to the door. As he opened it, he called back to me, "Hey, Elizabeth."


"Are you busy tomorrow? You seem cool, and I'd love for you to meet the lads."

"I-I don't know about..." I had only just arrived and I didn't want to make new friends. 

"Pleeeeeeease," he whined. He sounded just like a three-year-old, causing me to chuckle.

"Alright. Do you want me to come over or..." It suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea where he lived. 

"I'll pick you up around 3ish. Bye ladies," he said happily, practically skipping out the door. 

My grandmother shut the door behind her, chuckling slightly. "Always a handful that one. Well, you'd better get some food in you and rest up. Those boys will certainly be entertaining." She smiled like she knew something I didn't, which I was sure she did. 

"Alright." I stood up and followed her to the kitchen. What on earth was going to happen with those boys tomorrow???

Well, there you are guys! Hope you like it! Please leave feedback! Comment if you want me to continue!!! :) Sorry it's so boring. I wanted to get everything set up, let you get an idea of her grandmother's house. I promise if I write more I'll make it better and more interesting. I'm trying to actually get the boys' personalities right in this one. I feel like in all my other Movellas they were off. I think I can get them back to the way the are in Keegan, but enough about my other stories. What did you think of this one? What do you think will happen tomorrow with the boys? What do you want to happen?

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