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That Was When We Were 7

Chappie 12 - dark

I climbed up through the hole and crawled around the floor till I found a wall and felt the wall with my hand to find a light switch. I should have brought a torch if I knew there was a fucking ladder in my room.

My hands landed on a little square on the wall and I pressed what felt like a little button and not an activation to pull off a prank. Lights that I couldn’t see before were now ablaze and hanging across the wall in a neat formation.

“Whooooaaa” I exclaimed and let my hands have a mind of its own and touch everything in this room. It was a spare room mixed with an art studio all in one. How does this even work?!
I traced the acrylic paints and brushes and the ready to be used canvas already propped onto the easel. I giggled and combed my hair back a bit before resting on a beanbag and smiling. Why is my life getting so much better?

“Honey! Come get your luggage and bring it back to your room and get ready for the night” I heard mums voice and groaned before sliding off the beanbag and down the ladder.

“I’m going to have to get used to going up and down ladders otherwise I’ll slip and die and oh my god what would I do for the rest of my days?!” I panicked and carefully made my way down the ladder before giving up and jumping off the ladder. I smiled in relief and hurried out of my room to grab my bags from the living room.

“Careful Lib, don’t want you to slip and die” Caleb pointed out after bumping into him and hitting my head on the wall besides us. “Shit leave me alone you bully” I mumbled back and ran around him.

“Language missy language!” he called back as I reached my bags and frowned.

“Okay so I have to pick up these bags in one night to my room” I stated already starting to procrastinate by looking at the painting on the walls.

“Argh LIBERTY c’mon grow a pair of boobs will ya” I grunted and picked up all my bags and a few of mums and lugged them to the stairs and on the second level.

I left mums luggage outside her door and continued up the stairs to mine before dumping them by the door and lunging for the bed. I can’t believe I am actually here in England and oh my god this weather better not be a bitch to me.

“Mum! Can I take a shower” I yelled out from my room wondering if she actually heard me instead of my neighbours that I probably have to greet in the morning but meh.

“I wish I could take a shower too but unfortunately for all of us the real estate won’t give us the hot water till they’ve taken the money out of our account to start it so if you want a shower you’ll have to wait till the morning” she replied back and everything went silent.

“No way legit? Ah screw you real estates for taking my water. I bet they are basking in bathtubs with hot water and money everywhere” I started imagining naked people and quickly shook my head to get rid of the thoughts.

I stripped out of my clothes whilst lying down and threw them on the end of the bed. I lay there in my underwear and just tucked myself under the covers. It was a bad habit of mine. Stripping before bed and sleeping like that. Liam’s face appeared in my head all of a sudden and it took me to an image of him playing blocks with me as kids in our underwear. What was up with that?

I woke up naturally and stretched before rising up from the bed and looking at the clock on the wall 8:30am. “Shit I missed my bus” I shrieked and threw away the covers to look for my uniform.

“LOL jokes” I laughed slightly feeling a bit embarrassed that I thought it was a school day back in Australia. I took a few steps back into bed and collapsed on the pillow. Can’t believe I even woke up when it’s different time zones.

“Life’s so complicated” I yawned and rested my head on my arms and stared at the ceiling. I wonder how everyone else was coping without me, if they cared that is. Staring at the ceiling wasn’t as fascinating as I thought it’d be and I couldn’t get back to sleep after using a lot of my travel time to sleep.

I picked myself up and started opening my luggage and picked out a simple sports outfit consisting of a sports bra and running tights. I had to stay fit for the love of soccer and soccer only. I found my sports shoes and slipped them on before running downstairs as quiet as possible to see if anyone else was awake yet.

No one. Well that was expected. I grabbed a banana and slipped out of the door making sure it was unlocked at the same time so I could get back inside without being an awkward penguin and being locked outside. I took a deep breath of England air before peeling my banana and going for a slow walk around the block to know the area.

A lot of houses were rather luxurious like ours, a few grand mansion themes but this was a very basic rich house suburb. I smiled pleased that I got to live in such a house. I threw my banana peel into someone’s garbage can outside and did a few stretches before turning my original walking pace into a fast jog.

I looked at all the street signs in case there aren’t any streets that go around the full block and I might get lost but I don’t want to jinx that. I slowed down and got a few glances from people but they were kinda friendly/I’m judging you looks and I knew I’d probably be a bit of a topic in people’s conversations since I’m a new face.

“Watch out” I looked in front of me and saw a boy with frantic eyes staring directly in my direction. I squealed and stepped to the side, watching him trip over in front of me and lying on the ground.

“Hey man you alright?” I asked bending down and giving him a light push “Hey seriously you cool dude”

He started panting and there was a lot of sweat dripping down his face. I furrowed my eyebrows and place my hand gently on his forehead and placed my other hand on my forehead to check his temperature.

“Whoa he’s really hot” I mumbled and heaved him up onto his feet and wrapped his arm around my shoulder whilst my arm balanced him under his arms.

“Looks like I need to take a complete stranger back home. Surprise my mum with a boy even though it’s like the second day I’ve been in England” I sighed and lifted him a bit more onto my shoulder and dragged ourselves back home.

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I threw him onto my bed and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and stared at the boy. What the hell was I doing? Bringing an absolute stranger back home and now he’s lying on my bed.

“Shit I should go get some cold water and a towel for him…maybe a change of clothes as well” I eyed his seriously dirty jeans and black top. He looked around my age but in his state he looked like he ran away from home.

I pushed back the hair off of his forehead and heard a little moan escape his lips. I quickly backed away and walked out of my room. Slowly shutting the door behind me I leaned against it. What am I supposed to even do? Caleb is probably awake doing who knows what and mum’s most likely gone out shopping.

I sneaked down the small flight of stairs to Caleb’s room and looked around to see if he was in his room. Nothing. I sighed in relief and scurried to his luggage and pulled a few clothes out and ran back to my room. I left the clothes on the bed and ran downstairs to get a bowl of water and a cloth from the kitchen and carefully walked back up the stairs with a bowl of water and a cloth.

I opened the door with my hip and sat on the floor beside the boy and wet the cloth, patting it gently on his forehead. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his pants, avoiding eye contact with his boxers.

“Oh shit oh my god” I shrieked looking at the huge wound on his leg that luckily looked like it only grazed the surface of his skin but still looked awful.

“Uhm there isn’t any first aid at home…” I looked around and grabbed my sterilising cream and rubbed it onto his wound and the surrounding area. The boy groaned and tightened his eyes. I took my hand off his wound and wiped the remaining cream onto my shorts.

“Erm I’ll just grab my shirt then to wrap around his leg cos we don’t have any shit ass band aid things” I grumbled and picked a random shirt from my luggage and secured it around his leg “This guy owes me a top”

I looked at him and smiled “I wonder what he’ll be like when he wakes up”

Notes

hi hi
haven't updated in a while in general erk D: sowwwy
so i hope you enjoy this chapter!
rate/comment/subscribe/read my other stories please!
alora x
also did the reads stop working again???

Comments

@niallsbabycakes
the accent may be a bit stereotypical love lol cx

stahpitLouis stahpitLouis
12/31/13

@Superwoman in da house
see i live in america and people around here always try to make the accents and the cant and now they just anoy me

niallhorandarlin niallhorandarlin
12/22/13

@niallsbabycakes

erm what? dude i live in australia. in sydney you know, P.Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney. i understand your personal opinion but that kinda hurt just a smidge... :c
but i'm going to ignore that and wish you a merry christmas still love c: x

stahpitLouis stahpitLouis
12/21/13

merry christmas ahve fun in fucking austraila (i hate their accents)

niallhorandarlin niallhorandarlin
12/21/13

@Superwoman in da house

I don't know..... I think it was the part where she was talk to the dude and all of a sudden because unconscious. It could have just been me though... I probably read it wrong. Sorry bro.

Holly_G_1D Holly_G_1D
12/16/13