Carry On Home

Kristen is an average 16 year old girl. That is, except the fact that her parents get divorced and everything went downhill from there, or so she thought. Her mom now lives in London,UK while her dad lives in Pennsylvania, USA. She goes back and forth every six months, changing schools and leaving her friends behind. Her life was turned upside down. What will happen when she goes to stay with her mom and runs into some people she never thought she would meet?


1. Off to England

"Done," I say, stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase.

"Finally! I can't wait, but we better go soon before my parents change their minds about letting me go," my best friend, Erin, exclaims. I'm getting ready to go to my mom's for the next six months, but the one thing that is different this time is that Erin is coming with me.

I've gotten pretty used to the idea of switching every six months except its usually just me and my brother, Jake. This time will be different knowing that my best friend is combat with me, which will make the whole thing better. We both love shopping and London is the perfect place for it. There's so much I want to show her, like the London Eye and Big Ben.

Jake must of caught what Erin said because he walks into my room and says, "She's right, you're taking forever. Haven't you been doing this for the past six years and you still haven't gotten it down. Dad's waiting for us downstairs and our flight is in three hours, so hurry up."

"Ok, ok, we're coming now. You don't have to be so pushy, Mr. Impatient," I say, laughing. That is our relationship. We can insult each other all we want and annoy each other, but he's there when I need him and I'm the same for him. The divorce has brought us closer and I know how hard it is for him to leave here, where all his friends are. It's easier for me since I don't have many friends and its actually nice to get away from all the bullying for a little. It's our job to protect each other and that's exactly what we do.

We all walk downstairs with our luggage to where my dad is waiting to drive us to the airport. I know it's hard for him to say goodbye, considering he doesn't get to see his kids for six whole months. I've gotten used to his teary eyes when we leave, so it isn't as bad, but it still gets to me a little seeing my dad cry, when he's usually so strong.

"Ready?" My dad asks, once were all downstairs and we nod, walking towards the door. When we get all the luggage in the car, we say goodbye to our house and drive to the airport. On the way, 'Little Things' comes on the radio and me and Erin sing along. My eyes begin tearing up like they always do during this song, especially Niall's solo. Yeah, maybe I am a baby for crying, but it explains my whole life. Is what bullying does to you. It makes you believe you're not good enough and not pretty, so this song really gets to me to show that there is hope.

"Stop crying, you're such a baby," Jake laughs, seeing my wet eyes.

"Shut up! It's Niall's solo!!"

'You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you And you'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to If I let you know I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth Cause it's you Oh it's you they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things'

By the time the song is over, I have tears streaming down my face. When Niall mentions not treating yourself right, I always look down at the scars and cuts that are on my wrists, and wonder why I would think of doing it, even though I know I can't stop even if I wanted to. The only person who I told about them is Erin, not even my family, since they would think I'm insane. But Erin understands. In fact, she has a few herself from times where her parents would get a little too drunk and abuse her. She would run to her room crying and feel its the only way to feel better.

I know it's not good, but I did it once to try and see if it actually does make you feel better and it does, but people judge way too easily. Some of the people who bully me see the scars and fresh cuts and make fun of me, calling me emo and an attention whore, but that's not why I do it. I do it to release the pain for people like them. My mind is jerked back to reality when I hear Erin scream.

"I can't believe we're really going to London! This is so amazing! We're going to walk on the same ground as One Direction! Holy shit! Thank you so much, Kristen!" she squeals.

I laugh at her excitement. She's also a die hard Directioner like me, but at least I've come to the realization that were not going to meet them any time soon. They have millions of fans and there's billions of people in the world so the chances of running in to them is highly unlikely, but I let her believe she has a chance. If only our families were rich, then maybe we could get tickets to see them, but no luck. When we get there, were going to look for jobs so we cans save up for tickets, so maybe we will.

"It's no problem at all. I'm so happy to have company there. I'm always so lonely and.." I'm interrupted by Jake coughing.

"What about me? Do I count as nothing?" He fake pouts. "Oh cut the shit. We both know you would never go shopping with me if you had a gun pointed to your head," I respond, laughing.

"Hurtful, but true. You're too girly. All you care about is boys and clothes," he snickers, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah? And what do you think about? All I hear about is Xbox and any other game system," Erin shoots back, snapping her fingers to annoy him.

"Ok guys, this is not going to get you guys anywhere. I want to get you to your mom in one piece, not tearing each other apart," my dad says, looking at us in his rear view mirror. We get quiet after that until we park at the airport.

"Well, this is it. You sure you want to come, Erin? You can always go home," I say sarcastically.

"Hell no bitch! There's nothing holding me back from my chances with my future husband," she responds sassily. Typical Erin, never turning down an offer or challenge. When she gets something in her mind, she doesn't let it go easily. Which is why I don't tell her that I think she should be an actress because she would never give that up.

Our flight was called after an hour of waiting and we were lucky to get first class tickets. Once we boarded and took off, I zoned out Erin's rant out by putting in my headphones and listening to 'Love The Way You Lie Part ll' by Rihanna and Eminem. I looked out the window and make a fake music video in my head and quietly sung along:

"On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright The. This thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even tough you've lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie"

I was interrupted by someone kicking the back of my chair. I always have bad luck with airplane seats. I usually get either the little kid screaming or kicking my seat or the snoring and drooling guy.i turned around to get a better loom at whoever is kicking my seat but their face is covered with a hoodie.

"Would you please stop kicking the back of my seat?" I ask, irritates by now.

"C'mon man, you heard her. Stoping kicking the seat," someone else said. The voice sounding oddly familiar and I could tell they were English, but I couldn't place it, so I just ignored it.

"Sorry, love. I'm just really bored," the one, I'm guessing who was kicking my seat, apologized. His voice also sounded familiar but I just put my music back in and ignored them. Somehow I managed to fall asleep and had an amazing dream:

We were on our way to the mall, where we could walk from my mom's house, when I heard yelling behind me. I turned around to find Ll five boys from One Direction walking behind us, laughing and messing around. This is my biggest dream come true. They saw me looking and smiled, waving us over.

"Hello there loves," Harry said,smiling at us. I could tell Erin was freaking out inside since Harry was her favorite.

"Hi," I somehow managed to say. The boys chucked realizing how nervous I was, which sent me into a fit of giggles. This always happens when I'm nervous. We wound up exchanging numbers with everyone and planned to meet up the next day.

"Kristen, come on. Lets go. Kristen, Kristen, Kristen," I heard Erin repeatedly say, then felt myself being shaken. I opened my eyes and stretched, realizing it was just a dream. If only it was real.

"Finally," Erin shouts, "we're about to land." We finally landed and Erin was off the plane before I even stood up. I reached up for my luggage but heard a voice behind me. I turned around but didn't look up.

"Need help love?" The boy asked, grabbing it and handing it to me. I recognized it as the same voice from earlier.

"Thanks," I say, still not looking up and starting to walk off the plane. I've had trouble making eye contact ever since the bullying started. I feel like they will hurt me.

I looked around for Jake and Erin and finally spotted them. I sat down next to them at the food court where they somehow managed to buy Nando's already. I was about to take a bite of my meal when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Excuse me, love, but I didn't catch your name," the same boy as on the plane and behind me. How so I know that voice. I heard Erin squeal, but I didn't pay attention to her.

"Kristen," I say, suddenly getting nervous and taking a bite of my chicken.

"That's a lovely name. I'm Liam," he says, reaching his hand out for me to shake.

I take it but still don't make eye contact with him, "why won't you look up at me? Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry!"

I finally decided to look up at him, and right away realized why I recognized the voice. It was Liam, as in Liam Payne from One Direction! I can't believe it!

Author's note: Hey guys! I really hope you're enjoying the book so far. This is just the first chapter, but I want to get feedback before making another one in case it's bad. If you can leave your comments and likes, that would be amazing. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

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