Feels Like Home

"Sometimes home isn't a place...sometimes it's a person."

17 year old Harper has to completely start over when her dad and his new girlfriend decide to move to a new, much smaller town, and take her with them. She's absolutely miserable, wanting nothing more than to stay in her home with her school and her friends and everything that's familiar. But will that all change when she meets the ever so arrogant Justin Bieber, who's determined to make her like him? Hmm...maybe this move would'nt be so bad after all.

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1. Chapter 1

“This is fucking bullshit, Dad,” I muttered as he pulled the car out of the driveway. I couldn’t help myself; I turned around to watch my home disappear before my eyes as we made our way down  the road. Just like one of those stupid teenage drama movies.

 

“You know I won’t tolerate that kind of language, Harper.” I turned back around, in time to see him grab Stephanie’s hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips as she smiled sweetly up at him.

 

I made gagging noises, though the thought of actual physical affection between my dad and his girlfriend really did disgust me. To my surprise, Stephanie laughed. Probably just trying to get on my good side. “I don’t get it,” I continued to protest, though I knew it was pointless. I was already in the car with them, on our way to our new ‘home’. “Why can’t I just finish out my senior year here? Mom is here, Blake is here, all of my friends are here…” I trailed off. I knew if I thought about it too long I would start crying again.

 

“We’ve talked about this,” he said, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Your mom doesn’t have full custody of you. Until you turn 18 and are legally your own person...you have to stay with me. I’m sorry,” he said softly.

 

I didn’t respond. It took me by surprise that he was actually apologizing for uprooting me, and royally fucking up my life. I wasn’t sure how long we rode without speaking, the only thing keeping this car ride from being completely awkward was the radio playing in the background.

 

I felt my phone buzz in my lap.

 

Blake <3: i miss you babe

 

I rolled my eyes at the text. Fucking asshole. I quickly typed out a response.

 

Me: you could’ve come to say bye to me

 

I waited a few minutes before getting a response. Blake <3: i wasn’t getting up that early lol

 

Reading the words on the screen only made me fume. I let my phone drop to the floor, trying hard to fight the tears back. I was moving several hours away, and my own boyfriend didn’t even care enough to see me off.

 

It didn’t take long for my beautiful home of Atlanta to slowly dissipate before me. Eventually, after however many hours of driving, all that I could see was fields and trees for miles. People actually lived like this?

 

Just as I was starting to get restless, the car turned down a long gravel driveway. After a few moments, we pulled up to a large house. Yes, it was gorgeous, absolutely. Something you would see on HGTV. But it wasn’t mine. I didn’t want it. I prefered our little city studio apartment over this big ass house any day.

 

I gathered my belongings out of the backseat (well...as much of my belongings that would fit in the car) and followed my dad and Steph up the front porch steps. “Alright, hun,” Stephanie said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Go pick out a bedroom, alright? I think you’ll like the one on the main floor,” she said suggestively. When I looked up at her, she gave me a wink.

 

I sighed. I had no idea what the fuck she was getting at, but I didn’t argue. I dropped my bags as we entered the front door, and began my exploration.

 

“Babe,” I heard my dad whisper to her. “isn’t the master bedroom on the main floor?”

 

I heard her quickly shush him and swat his arm. I snickered quietly to myself, quickening my pace through the empty living room. Maybe Stephanie wasn’t so bad.

 

It didn’t take me long to find the master suite. I made my way through the oversized living room, and down a tiny hallway. At the end of the hallway was a single door, which led to my bedroom. I pushed the door open, and nearly had to pick up my jaw from the floor. The room was huge, with large windows through which I could see a large, beautifully green backyard. There was a set of French doors, which opened up to a small porch, with stairs that led to the yard. “Holy shit,” I whispered to myself. The walk in closet was amazing, something I had always dreamed of. It was the size of my bedroom back home. I also had an en suite bathroom with beautiful stone floors, a large tub and a glass shower. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could only imagine how much this house must have cost my dad.

 

I sighed. As beautiful as this house was...it just wasn’t home. I made my way back out of the bedroom. I found my dad and Stephanie in the kitchen, in an embrace as they whispered to each other.

 

“So what do you think?” Stephanie asked when she saw me, pulling away from my dad.

 

I forced a smile. “It’s nice. Very pretty,” I said. Which wasn’t a lie.

 

“I’m so glad you like it!” she bubbled, nearly bouncing with excitement. “Do you wanna see the rest of the house?”

 

I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the bubbling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I had to get out of here for a little while. “Maybe later,” I answered, then looked to Dad. “Can I take the car into town? I just uh...wanna shop around a little.”

 

“Are you sure? The moving truck will be here soon,” he said, looking down at his watch.

 

“I won’t be out long,” I told him. I knew he would give in. He knew if he wanted me to be happy here, he would have to give me at least a little freedom.

 

“Sure.” He pulled the car keys out of his pocket and tossed them to me.

 

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, giving him a small smile. I picked my purse up from my pile of belongings, and was out the door. Of course, I had to find my phone in the backseat. Then I had to pull up Google Maps to find any sort of civilization, considering my new home was in the middle of nowhere.

 

Finally, after about a 10 minute drive, I began to see signs of life. There were more houses, sidewalks with people walking their dogs, stuff that was pulled directly out of a small town movie. I parked the car in one of the spaces near the downtown square, deciding to walk around and explore.

 

And I was sorely disappointed. I found a general store. A few antique shops. Two tiny little bouquets. And a handful of other shops that didn’t seem interesting enough to walk into. I decided to go into the general store after walking the square twice, suddenly wanting a snack.

 

I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled it out, and saw that there was a text from my dad.

 

Dad: made spaghetti for dinner, you hungry?

 

I sighed as I began typing out a response. I knew that was a signal to come home.

 

Me: save me a plate, i’ll be home soon.

 

Before I could even hit send, I was almost knocked on my ass from someone bumping into me

 

“Yooo,” he laughed, grabbing me by the arms before I fell completely. “Be careful, baby, don’t hurt yourself.”

 

I looked up at him as he stood me back up straight. I’m not gonna lie, whoever he was, he was fucking gorgeous. Muscular. Caramel colored tousled hair. Big brown eyes. And oh god he’s covered in tattoos.

 

Too bad he seems like a douche. I scoffed, pushing his arms off. “Or maybe you could watch where the fuck you’re going,” I snapped, pushing past him and his posse of jocks, and into the store. Of course, my comment was followed by ooooh’s and an ohhhh shit from his boys, which only made me roll my eyes. Boys are dumb.

 

“Hey, hold up,” I heard him call, following me into the store. “I was just trying to be nice.”

 

I didn’t glance in his direction. “Maybe I don’t need you to be nice to me. Thanks though,” I muttered as I wandered slowly up and down the candy aisle.

 

His boys laughed again, though he didn’t say another word. With a huff, he turned and stormed out of the store. I could hear their boisterous laughter as they walked away.

 

I quickly made a decision. My ultimate weakness: Reese’s cups and a cherry Coke. “Hey hun,” the older lady behind the counter greeted me as I put my sweets up there. “You’re new here right?”

 

I felt my eyes widen. “How’d you know that?” I asked.

 

She chuckled. “It’s a small town, babe. Everyone knows everything.”

 

I sighed. “Fucking awesome,” I muttered. She chuckled again as she punched some buttons on the cash register.

 

“Alright then,” she said with a grin. “That’ll be $4.74.”

 

I dug around in my purse for my wallet and pulled out a 5 dollar bill, then slid it across the counter to her. She punched some more buttons on her register and put the bill in, then started digging around for change.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her as I grabbed my junk food. “Keep the change.”

 

She smiled down at me, as if 26 cents was the best present she’d been given all day. “Thank you sweetie,” she said, pushing her cash drawer closed.

 

I gave her a nod as I made my way for the door. “No problem.”

 

As I walked casually down the sidewalk and around the square, I noticed that as the sky quickly grew darker, and lit itself up with stars, that all the stars were beginning to close. With a sigh, I sat down at a nearby bench, looking up at the stars as I ate my diabetes snack.

 

Who would have ever thought the best part of my day would be a pack of Reese’s. I fucking hate this place.

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