" Why the fuck did I have to stay in America for a whole fucking year Niall!?" I growl into the phone, I hate it here. "The food sucks, the people here are weird, and I miss the lads" " I know Harry, but you got expelled for getting into that fight with that junior." Niall sighs and I laugh. "That prick got what he deserved" I pace back and forth from one side of my room to the other. " Where's your dad?" He asks. "How am I suppose to fucking know? All he said was that he would be back in an hour." " God sorry" Niall mumbles into the phone and I sigh, " I'm sorry Niall, I'm just pissed off, I don't want to live here, I haven't lived with my dad in ages." I run my hands through my hair and plop down on my bed.
" It's fine, but I'm going to go out with Theo, so I'll talk to you later." " alright, bye" "bye" I hang up my phone and toss it to the other end of the room. Living in America's gonna suck. What am I suppose to do here? I walk over to my window and pull the curtains to look out. I watch as a limo pulls in. That's weird? I walk back over to my bed and that's when I hear the door slam shut. " Stop looking around and get your ass upstairs!" I hear my dad yell and I flinch a little, who the hell is he talking to?
Before I could answer my own question I see this girl with brown hair, a blue dress and black heels run into my room and lock the door. She seems terrified. " Who the fuck are you?"
I flinch at the harsh tone and turn around to see who was talking to me. Standing in front of me is a guy with curly brown hair and green eyes, his face is furrowed as if waiting for me to answer. "Well are you going to answer my question or are you just going to stand in my room all day?" He asks harshly and I swallow hard. " S-sorry, um I'm Lauren and I actually don't know what I'm doing here?" Who was this man? Why does he seem so clueless? Is he a part of Desmond's plans? " Well I don't know if you realize this sweetie, but this is a house, not a homeless shelter."
I stare at him blankly, does he honestly think I want to be here. " I'm sorry but that man downstairs kind of kidnapped me.." He stares at me shocked. " You mean my dad?" He asks raising an eyebrow and I shrug " I g-guess." "No! There is no way that my dad could have kidnapped someone, he might be many things but he's not a kidnapper!" He says running a hand through his hair. " I'll be right back" he says walking to his door before unlocking it he turns around. " Stay here... Got it?" I nod my head and he heads downstairs. He seemed nice.. I guess.
I look at my surroundings, it was a small bedroom, much smaller than mine that's for sure. But it has all your necessary essentials, a bed, a desk, a lamp, a tv, and a night stand. Well of course he has a closet but that comes with the room. Something catches my eyes as I walk over to his desk. I spot a notebook at the corner of the desk. I know I barely know this guy, but while I'm here might as well get to know him.
I run my hands over the smooth leather fabric and pick up the book. 'My life' it reads and I can't help but wonder what his life is like. Does he have any close friends? Are his parents divorced? Has he experienced heartache? Did he come from a poor background? Those thoughts were running through my head as I open the book and begin to scan it. I only catch a few words, ' hurt', 'depressed', 'lost', and 'anxiety'. Was he really in this much pain?
A/N- He isn't Famous in this book just letting you know to the people wondering. But anyways hope you guys enjoyed I'll update soon!