A/N: hiii guys, I just want to apologize for any errors or grammar mistakes because I wrote this on 2 a.m on a school night and just published it without reading it. love you xxx
The idea of leaving my friends behind wasn't pleasing at all. Once mom and I arrived at the airport, I saw Ashton running towards us. He engulfed me in a hug immediately, sniffling quietly,
"I know how you feel," he sighed, pulling back and placing his hand on my shoulder. "I was like this too. But look at me now," he smiled softly.
"Calum, we gotta go," mom said sadly.
I looked at Ashton, tears prickling in my eyes. We've been friends for so long and he understands me so well. He's a part of my life now, how am I supposed to go and leave him ?
I pulled him in for one last hug, and after many tears and goodbyes and promising each other to stay in touch, mom and I walked away. I kept glancing back at him every few seconds, and he was waving, smiling slightly.
We walked in the airport and I had to do some annoying tests and stuff that my mom explained to me, and then it was time for her to leave.
I know that we fought a lot this past week, but she's my mom and I could never hate her. She protected me and took care of me, and she just wanted to help somehow.
I embraced her tightly, never wanting to let go.
"Stay strong, mom. For me. I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," she sniffled.
When we finally pulled back, I grabbed my suitcase and started walking away. But when she thought I wasn't looking, she sobbed and hid her face in her hands. My heart broke into million pieces at this sight and I ran off in the direction of some fast food so I could eat something before I had to go.
I ended up alone at KFC. Ashton works at KFC, I thought. I'm really gonna miss him. I took a sip of my coke and finished my food then got up when hearing it was time for my flight.
I was feeling nervous and it wasn't helping at all. I ignored the knot in my stomach and got on board.
The airport in Sydney was huge. Like, way bigger than the one I left twelve hours ago, and to say I was exhausted was an understatement.
I had no idea how I was going to recognize dad. I started walking, not knowing where I was going exactly, carrying my suitcase. That is until I saw a tall blonde holding up a sign that read 'Callum Thomas Hood'.
That couldn't be me, though, because the dude was too young to be my dad- he was around my age- and my name wasn't even written correctly.
That is until he saw me and grinned, walking up to me.
"Are you Calum Hood ?" he asked.
"And you are ?"
"Oh! I'm Luke. Your dad sent me to come pick you up since he was busy."
"Great. Oh and, you wrote my name wrong."
He shrugged and proposed to carry the suitcase for me but I refused. He didn't insist and I followed him outside, and damn, it was really hot. I was wearing my coat, beanie and gloves and well, I forgot the weather was always like this in here.
Luke chuckled as I took off my gloves and he walked towards a 4x4 Toyota which I assumed was his. He got in after putting my suitcase in the trunk and I sat in the passenger seat.
"So, are you happy that you got to come to live with your dad ?" Luke asked with a grin as he drove off.
I kept staring out the window at the huge mansions.
"Does it look like I am ?" I grumbled.
His attitude was way too cheery.
"No...Sorry," he mumbled, turning on the radio and '21 Guns' by Green Day came on.
Luke quietly sang along. He had quite a nice voices.
"Do you like them ? Green Day ?" I asked.
"Yeah, they're my favorite band, along with Nirvana and Blink-182," he nodded.
"You have a nice taste in music," I nodded in agreement. He really did.
He just thanked me and soon arrived in front of a huge, like really huge, mansion. The gates opened and he drove inside, then parked the car.
I knew my dad was wealthy, but not that much to the point where he lived in a castle or something like that. We got my suitcase and I followed Luke.
"Welcome home. I also hang out here a lot," Luke smiled, walking up to the front door and unlocking it.
I stared in awe at the huge rooms. Luke laughed at my reaction and plopped down on one of the big couches in the living room.
"Do you like it ?" he asked.
"It's so big," I mumbled.
"It is," he confirmed, getting up and walking to the mini-bar. He grabbed a Sprite and offered me one.
"Come on, I'll show you your room," he said and took a sip of his drink.
I nodded and followed him up the stairs. He explained to me how he hated elevators because he was once stuck in one as a kid and it scared the shit out of him.
We skipped a lot of doors and finally stopped at the fourth one on the left.
"I helped design your room. I hope you like it," Luke said.
My name was written on the door in capital letters. It was written incorrectly but I could've cared less at this moment.
Luke opened the door, revealing a spacious bedroom. It was three time the size of my old one. The walls were black, and so was the bed. There was a TV hung up on the wall as well, and a mini-bar similar to the one in the living room. In the corner was a big white desk with a laptop on it, and the shelves were filled with books.
I put my suitcase down and rushed towards them, looking at them in awe. John Green, J.K Rowling, Jacqueline Wilson, all my favorite and some other famous writers.
"Do you like it ?" Luke asked.
"Yes, of course. It might not be homey but I'll get used to it, I guess."
Luke smiled and decided to leave me alone so I could rest. I put my Sprite down and soon forgot about all my problems as soon as my head hit the pillow and I fell in a heavy sleep.