new start

Emillia just moved back to London with her brothers and father, She bumps into Harry styles at the local high school but doesn't want anything to do with him, he he doesn't give up she finally gives in but than there is niall. does a new romance happen

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1. moving


Large boxes, small boxes, brown boxes all stacking on top of each other one by one into a loud muddy moving vehicle parked out side my freshly mowed lawn as we got ready to drive into our old town London. I let out a loud ‘sigh’ as I dropped letting all my weight fall onto what was left of my bed, as guy my boyfriend copied. “So what now? what are we going to do about us?” I question him as tears started to fill the brims of my eyes, to ease the tears I could feel his could fingers wipe them away, than taking his finger down to my warm palms and circled them with the tips of his fingers. It brang me back memories of the times my mum use to sit of the side of my small bed playing with my tiny palms before fall asleep after a rough day at school. I felt the warmth of his lingering lips pressure into mine and whispered ‘we will stay together ill come visit you whenever I can, its only an hour away’ as a smile danced over his face. A husky tan brazilin looking man walked in asking for what was left of my antique wooden bed. Guy and I lay sightly on the floor trying to just enjoy the time we had left together.


“HERE WE ARE” dad yelled with excitement over taking his body as he went to jump out the car, but got held back as he forgot to undo his tightly clip seatbelt and slammed back into the leather chair, Kia, Oscar and I all let out a loud giggle, Kia as his usually self let out a loud snort sounding like a pig and dad joined in letting out a manly laugh.  One by one we carried the heavy boxes into our brand new house it was magnificent, it was large, it had a two door opening, yellow melted on the outside walls, with at least 20 different shades of grey tiles planted on the roof, sharp red rose bed surrounding the outside of the house. The inside of the house was a different story. It was two-story house, the second floor was so high up, the stairs carpet were a dark cream colour and went into a twirl with a beautiful glass chandelier dangling through the centre of the twirl. My brothers and I mouth shaped a perfect 0 shape, we were both breath taking of how perfect this house was. Every one went into there own directions and unpacked their things for the rest of the night the house flooded in silence as we all fell asleep  

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