Hurdles

Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.

14Likes
74Comments
19743Views
AA

60. Sixty

I get in from school one day when my mum calls me into the living room. When I get in there, both she and Dad are sat there looking at me like they're about to have a big conversation with me which doesn't seem promising. I frown at them. 

"What's going on?" I ask. 

"Sit down sweetheart." I do and my mum sighs. "This isn't an easy conversation to have."

"If you're giving me the talk, one, it's kind of late, and two, we learn all that at school, I'm covered-"

"Alice, listen to your mother." Dad says. 

She takes a deep breath. "You know how my initial contract for this job was two years, it was never a permanent thing?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Well my contract's up." she says and I just stare at her blankly. "And I'm not resigning." 

I pause. "What do you mean you're not resigning?" 

"Your mother has done the job she came here to do, and now it's time to go back to England. You know, our life is back there." Dad says to me and I shoot him a look.

"No, your life is back there, mine is here." I frown at them both. "You're both so clueless aren't you?" 

"Alice!"

"What? You are!" I exclaim. "First, you move me out of England to here, barely considering how that's going to affect me and now you're doing the exact same thing!"

"Honey, we understand this is difficult-"

"Yes it's fucking difficult!" I say, making them both gasp and I get up and leave. I am so angry. Here they are, just making decisions that are good for them and don't care if it's all going to be okay for me because I'm the kid and I'll probably be fine. I refuse to leave Harry and all of the guys and Leigha and this whole life I have here. I'm graduating soon, I'm meant to go to college, I'm meant to live here, I am not meant to go back to England as if this whole thing was a phase that never meant anything. 

Harry's at football but I text him and tell him to meet me at the look out as soon as possible. We haven't been here in a while actually. His car rolls in eventually and I climb onto the bonnet and he sits next to me, kissing my cheek. 

"Hey, sorry I'm late." he says. "What's going on?"

"I guess I'm going back to England." I say and I'm not looking at him but I can tell his face has dropped.

"Please tell me you mean for vacation or something." he says and I shake my head, looking at him. 

"My parents want to go back to England and I just have to go with them because apparently what I think doesn't matter." I say and he looks angry now. 

"No!" he protests. "No, you do not have to do what they tell you, you're an adult now-"

"And what am I meant to say to them? That I'm staying here?" 

"Yes!"

I sigh. "And then what? I'm here, what do I do then?" 

"You live with me." he says like it's obvious. I roll my eyes and he frowns. "Hey, don't make a face, it's a good idea."

"It's a terrible idea." I lean into his side so what I'm saying seems less harsh. "I'm sorry but it is."

"No it's not." 

I laugh. "It is, Harry. I'm not moving into your house, your parents would not be happy about that."

"You can't move away." he rests his cheek on top of my head. "I don't care if we hide you out in my room, you have to stay."

I just shrug, not knowing what to say. I don't see a way out of this but I can't stand the thought of leaving. I don't know how we'd make it work or how I'd keep in touch with all of the boys and Leigha and I just don't want it to have to be a long distance thing. It just wouldn't work.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...