Breathe Me
This Is Your New Home
Oct. 2, 2013 7:30am
Faith's POV:
Our plane landed at exactly 7:30 am. Great. I was about to open my eyes when I felt someone hit me with a pillow. "Wake up!" It was Ethan. "I'm up," I said, but I kept my eyes closed. He didn't give up; he kept hitting me. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" "I'M UP!" I said a little bit loudly. When I opened my eyes I saw a few people staring at me. "C'mon sweetheart, I already grabbed your stuff. We have to catch a taxi." I sighed loudy and got off the plane. As soon as I got off the plane, I felt a cold rush of air hit my face. Now I wished I had worn a sweater. Stupid London weather.. I heard my tummy grumble. i hadnt eaten anything except for some peanuts i got in the plane. In the taxi I had to sit on top of Ethan because the car wasn't big enough for the five of us. "Wow, Faith cut down on the peanuts.." Liam laughed at Ethan's comment but then looked at me with sad eyes. He was the only one who knew about my 'eating problems'. He thought I stopped and started eating. Yeah, right. When we got to the house or 'flat' all I could do was stare in awe. It was huge! It had a big kitchen and living room. Plus two extra rooms. That was downstairs. Upstairs were four bedrooms with their own bathrooms(thank god). "Wait, there's only four rooms," Liam pointed out. "Yeah, when you turn 21 in a few days I'm expecting you to get a place of your own," my dad said. I smiled widely. "What?!? Where am I going to sleep??" Liam argued. "At the living room in the sofa-bed." I loved it when the boys argued with my dad because I knew my dad would always win. I spoke up. "What are we going to do with the two extra rooms?" "One is my office and in the other we're going to place your piano. It should be coming in the truck with the other furniture and Liam's sofa-bed soon." "Thank you so much, daddy!" I squealed and hugged him. "How did you afford this anyways?" Noah asked. We didn't have much money back in California. "I got a new job," he smiled proudly. "Anyways go upstairs and unpack! I have a surprise."
I instantly walked downstairs after unpacking. I was anxious to see what my dad had for us. Until I heard a feminine and BRITISH voice. I already hated her. "Yes, Mr.Ryan. I can't wait to meet them." They walked in the kitchen. "Hey honey," "Uh, hey dad," I said a bit awkwardly. The woman had on a black dress with matching heels. Sophisticated, I thought. Hey hair was up to her shoulders and her eyes were green. Oh, how pretty eyes, I thought. Focus, Faith. "Boys come on down! I want you to meet someone!" As soon as the boys were down, Ethan smirked. "Nice, dad! You got yourself a girlfriend? Way to go?" I slapped him in the arm. "No, he didn't" I said through my gritted teeth. "Haha, no son she's my assistant, Sarah. She will be working with me." I let a sigh of relief. Sarah smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, but I have to get going. Goodbye children. Goodbye Will." And with that, she left. "Let's order pizza!" Noah yelled. I looked at the clock and saw it was already 12pm. "Okay, I'll order," said my dad and got the phone. "Actually, dad I want to go for a walk and know the place a bit. Can I?" "Sure sweety. Here," he handed me some 'pounds'. "I think it's enough to get something to eat. Be here by 2." "Okay, thanks."
I decided to take a shower before going out. As the water was running, I took something I had missed. My blade. Suddenly, a bunch of words came into my head. Worthless, fat, ugly... I took off my clothes and held my blade to my right thigh. I drew a line. Blood came running out. Then another, and another. I put my blade away and went under the warm water. After cleaning my cuts and taking a proper shower, I picked out something to wear. My ripped skinny jeans, my Michael Jackson shirt, a red sweater(remembering the weather), and of course my red beanie. I looked at myself in the long mirror. My wavy and long hair was flowing out of the beanie perfectly. My hazel eyes stood out. Wow, I actually felt pretty right now. I grabbed the money and decided to look for a Starbucks. They should have a Starbucks, if not i think I was going to hate this place even more if that was even possible. After 10 minutes of walking I spotted one. After waiting in line for 15 freaking minutes, I ordered a passion tea lemonade; my favorite. As I got out , I stared at the sky. I had to admit it was beautiful. It was cloudy but you could still see the sun. I smiled at myself when I crashed into someone. "I'm so sorry!" I heard a male British voice say. Wait, British? Oh yeah I'm in London. "It's okay. It's totally my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Plus, I'm super clumsy," I chuckled. I looked up to see a pair of green eyes looking down at me.
Harry's POV:
I was walking down the streets of London on my way to Starbucks with my earphones on. I was listening to The Scientist by Coldplay. I saw a girl blocking the entrance. She had her drink in one hand and was smiling up at the sky. I was about to say 'Excuse me' when she walked forward and crashed into me. When she did, she fell to the floor. "I'm so sorry!" I said. "It's okay. It's totally my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Plus, I'm super clumsy,"she gave the most adorable laugh. I looked down at her and a pair of hazel eyes met mine. I offered my hand, and she took it hesitantly. I smiled at her. "It's okay, my name is Harry by the way."
Faith's POV:
God, he had the most adorable dimples. I had an urge to poke them, but I didn't. That would be weird. "It's okay, I'm Harry by the way," he said. "Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Faith." I shook his hand. "That's a pretty name," he shook my hand back. "Huh? Oh, uh thanks," I'm so awkward, gosh. "Well, it looks like I ruined your drink. How about I buy you another one?" "Oh, no don't bother. It's okay." "C'mon it's the least I can do." He smiled again. Asdfghjkl. "Okay," I smiled back. After buying our drinks, we decided to go for a walk in a park close by. "So," he broke the silence. "You have an American accent," he pointed out. "And you have a British one," I pointed out as well. He chuckled. "Yeah, but I live in London. What about you?" "Oh, I just moved here from California," I said to him. "California? Interesting, how so?" "Umm, my dad's job," I said fastly. "Do you like it here?" "Yeah, it's nice." I lied. "Hey, don't lie" he said with that smile again. "It is nice. It's just that I miss California." "Well," he said. "This is your new home," I smiled at him. Yeah, I thought. It is..
Faith's POV:
Our plane landed at exactly 7:30 am. Great. I was about to open my eyes when I felt someone hit me with a pillow. "Wake up!" It was Ethan. "I'm up," I said, but I kept my eyes closed. He didn't give up; he kept hitting me. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" "I'M UP!" I said a little bit loudly. When I opened my eyes I saw a few people staring at me. "C'mon sweetheart, I already grabbed your stuff. We have to catch a taxi." I sighed loudy and got off the plane. As soon as I got off the plane, I felt a cold rush of air hit my face. Now I wished I had worn a sweater. Stupid London weather.. I heard my tummy grumble. i hadnt eaten anything except for some peanuts i got in the plane. In the taxi I had to sit on top of Ethan because the car wasn't big enough for the five of us. "Wow, Faith cut down on the peanuts.." Liam laughed at Ethan's comment but then looked at me with sad eyes. He was the only one who knew about my 'eating problems'. He thought I stopped and started eating. Yeah, right. When we got to the house or 'flat' all I could do was stare in awe. It was huge! It had a big kitchen and living room. Plus two extra rooms. That was downstairs. Upstairs were four bedrooms with their own bathrooms(thank god). "Wait, there's only four rooms," Liam pointed out. "Yeah, when you turn 21 in a few days I'm expecting you to get a place of your own," my dad said. I smiled widely. "What?!? Where am I going to sleep??" Liam argued. "At the living room in the sofa-bed." I loved it when the boys argued with my dad because I knew my dad would always win. I spoke up. "What are we going to do with the two extra rooms?" "One is my office and in the other we're going to place your piano. It should be coming in the truck with the other furniture and Liam's sofa-bed soon." "Thank you so much, daddy!" I squealed and hugged him. "How did you afford this anyways?" Noah asked. We didn't have much money back in California. "I got a new job," he smiled proudly. "Anyways go upstairs and unpack! I have a surprise."
I instantly walked downstairs after unpacking. I was anxious to see what my dad had for us. Until I heard a feminine and BRITISH voice. I already hated her. "Yes, Mr.Ryan. I can't wait to meet them." They walked in the kitchen. "Hey honey," "Uh, hey dad," I said a bit awkwardly. The woman had on a black dress with matching heels. Sophisticated, I thought. Hey hair was up to her shoulders and her eyes were green. Oh, how pretty eyes, I thought. Focus, Faith. "Boys come on down! I want you to meet someone!" As soon as the boys were down, Ethan smirked. "Nice, dad! You got yourself a girlfriend? Way to go?" I slapped him in the arm. "No, he didn't" I said through my gritted teeth. "Haha, no son she's my assistant, Sarah. She will be working with me." I let a sigh of relief. Sarah smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, but I have to get going. Goodbye children. Goodbye Will." And with that, she left. "Let's order pizza!" Noah yelled. I looked at the clock and saw it was already 12pm. "Okay, I'll order," said my dad and got the phone. "Actually, dad I want to go for a walk and know the place a bit. Can I?" "Sure sweety. Here," he handed me some 'pounds'. "I think it's enough to get something to eat. Be here by 2." "Okay, thanks."
I decided to take a shower before going out. As the water was running, I took something I had missed. My blade. Suddenly, a bunch of words came into my head. Worthless, fat, ugly... I took off my clothes and held my blade to my right thigh. I drew a line. Blood came running out. Then another, and another. I put my blade away and went under the warm water. After cleaning my cuts and taking a proper shower, I picked out something to wear. My ripped skinny jeans, my Michael Jackson shirt, a red sweater(remembering the weather), and of course my red beanie. I looked at myself in the long mirror. My wavy and long hair was flowing out of the beanie perfectly. My hazel eyes stood out. Wow, I actually felt pretty right now. I grabbed the money and decided to look for a Starbucks. They should have a Starbucks, if not i think I was going to hate this place even more if that was even possible. After 10 minutes of walking I spotted one. After waiting in line for 15 freaking minutes, I ordered a passion tea lemonade; my favorite. As I got out , I stared at the sky. I had to admit it was beautiful. It was cloudy but you could still see the sun. I smiled at myself when I crashed into someone. "I'm so sorry!" I heard a male British voice say. Wait, British? Oh yeah I'm in London. "It's okay. It's totally my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Plus, I'm super clumsy," I chuckled. I looked up to see a pair of green eyes looking down at me.
Harry's POV:
I was walking down the streets of London on my way to Starbucks with my earphones on. I was listening to The Scientist by Coldplay. I saw a girl blocking the entrance. She had her drink in one hand and was smiling up at the sky. I was about to say 'Excuse me' when she walked forward and crashed into me. When she did, she fell to the floor. "I'm so sorry!" I said. "It's okay. It's totally my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Plus, I'm super clumsy,"she gave the most adorable laugh. I looked down at her and a pair of hazel eyes met mine. I offered my hand, and she took it hesitantly. I smiled at her. "It's okay, my name is Harry by the way."
Faith's POV:
God, he had the most adorable dimples. I had an urge to poke them, but I didn't. That would be weird. "It's okay, I'm Harry by the way," he said. "Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Faith." I shook his hand. "That's a pretty name," he shook my hand back. "Huh? Oh, uh thanks," I'm so awkward, gosh. "Well, it looks like I ruined your drink. How about I buy you another one?" "Oh, no don't bother. It's okay." "C'mon it's the least I can do." He smiled again. Asdfghjkl. "Okay," I smiled back. After buying our drinks, we decided to go for a walk in a park close by. "So," he broke the silence. "You have an American accent," he pointed out. "And you have a British one," I pointed out as well. He chuckled. "Yeah, but I live in London. What about you?" "Oh, I just moved here from California," I said to him. "California? Interesting, how so?" "Umm, my dad's job," I said fastly. "Do you like it here?" "Yeah, it's nice." I lied. "Hey, don't lie" he said with that smile again. "It is nice. It's just that I miss California." "Well," he said. "This is your new home," I smiled at him. Yeah, I thought. It is..
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