I Don't Believe In Love

Luciana Green, daughter to the Prime Minister Green, is moving in with her father.

Your non-typical rich girl is about to make a drastic change in the life of people. Girl who doesn't believes in love, and keeps her life to herself.

What happens when five boys cross her path? But one of them makes her fall in love?

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2. Welcome Home

 


 

"WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF THE LUC SHOW!" I said to the camera as I made funny faces. "I HAVE A MUSTACHE! BE JEALOUS!" I laughed putting my necklace on my face. "Ya know, it's been like a week since I last made a video... Though it feels like forever." I grabbed my camera and walked to a window. "I know this place is quite different from the one in my last video..." I started. "But I am not in New York anymore." I said pointing my camera to the window. "I'M IN LONDON BITCHES!" I shouted from the top of my lungs. "I am in a hotel right now." I did a 360 degree turn so that my fans could see the room in which I was staying in. "I might figure that you are wondering 'why on earth is that lucky super funny and hot bastard on London?'" I said changing my voice. "The answer to the question is that I am moving with my father." I said. "Who's my father?" I asked with another voice. "Well, my father is the Prime Minister." I replied to my own question. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a lucky bastard who's father is the prime minister of London, whilst my mom is a super famous fashion designer." I said setting my camera on a table in front of a couch. "Yet they manage to have weird me!" I shouted as I threw myself to the couch. "And my mother is moving all the way to Russia, and I didn't want to move there, so here I am in London." I explained.

 

For the next fifteen minutes I did my usual/weekly youtube video for the people who found my things funny... When I was done, I spent one hour and a half editing it and then upload it to my youtube page. 

 

Once I was done, I turned on the Tv and clicked away the buttons trying to find something interesting to watch, as I waited for my father to return from his trip so that I could go back home with him. As I passed the channels something about One Direction came on, saying that they had a charity event for which they expected my father, the Prime Minister to show up...

Please let my father go and me stay home and play COD...

 

I was slowly drifting into a nice slumber sleep when my phone began to ring. I got up from the couch and moved to the bed to grab my phone. I saw the caller I.D. that said 'Douche-bag aka Bob' I laughed and answered the phone.

 

"What?" I asked as I plumped down on the bed. 

"How are you sweetie?" Bob asked.

"I'm fine." I answered. "Why are you calling?"

"Your mother wants to speak with you." Bob answered.

"Well, then let her speak." I said.

"Hello Luc." My mother said, and I knew she had a frown on her face.

"Mother." I answered. "How's Russia treating you?"

"All fine." My mother answered. "You owe an apology to Bob."

I let out a huge sigh. "I'm sorry Bob." I said to the phone.

"Not a problem." Bob answered.

"Mom, is there anything else you want to ask or talk? Cause I have stuff to do." I said trying to get off the phone.

"No, I just wanted to check on you." My mother answered. "Are you with your father yet?"

"He's coming in five minutes." I answered as I saw a text from my old man. "Gotta go. Bye!" I said and hanged up.

 

I packed my camera and laptop into my carry-on and waited for the call  my father was going to give me when he was waiting for me in front of the hotel.

 

 

*********

 

 

"How was the trip Luciana?" My father asked as the limo drove us to his house.

"Luc dad." I said. "Call me Luc."

"Fine." My father said. "How was the trip Luc?"

"Quite interesting." I replied.

"How come?"

"I met Harry Styles." I answered. "And he swears that he is going to make fall in love with him. Like who does he think he is?" I said. Be jealous, I can talk to my dad about anything and everything.

"You are probably going to hate this." My father started.

"Don't tell me he is our neighbor." I said with a pout face.

"All of One Direction are our neighbors." My father answered.

"What?" I asked confused. 

My father let out a sigh. This is so not good. "We live in a prestigious neighborhood, of only six houses." My father started. "Each one of the members of One Direction has a house there, and the last one is ours."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I exclaimed.

"Luciana!" My father exclaimed. "I will not tolerate your vulgar language in front of me."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry dad." I said. "But why do you have to live in a neighborhood full of teens?"

"I don't know Luc." My father said as we entered a really, really beautiful place.

I looked out the window and saw the huge houses that were there. "We live here?" I asked in shock.

"Yes we do." My father answered.

"This houses are not houses they are more like mansions!" I exclaimed. "Wow, each of One Direction lives here alone?"

"No." My father answered. "They live with their families."

"Damn." I replied. "Which is ours?"

"That one." My father said pointing at the house that was located at some sort of the middle. 

 

"Fu-" I started but stopped before I said anything else. "Damn." I whispered. "Dad this place looks awesome."

"Wait till you see your rooms." My father answered as we step inside.

"My rooms?" I asked. "Plural?"

"I know you like to make videos and play video games." My father started. "So you have your own game and video room, and your music room, plus your room."

"Woah." I said stepping inside. "This is so cool."

"Luc." My father said catching my attention. "I want you to meet Mrs. Stella, the house keeper."

"Yo." I said. "Hi." I smiled.

"Welcome home Ms. Green." Mrs. Stella said. "Please, let me show you your room."

"Sure." I said following her.

 

Living here might turn out to be awesome...

 

That is just part one of my room...

 

That's part two.

 

 

That's the game/video room

 

 

 

Is this life going to be awesome or not?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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