Collateral Damage

"Chloe, sweety. Time to get up, were leaving for England in less then an hour!" I had barely heard my fathers low voice through my bedroom door, and when I didn't respond, his voice was replaced by constant banging on my door. It was loud and I jumped and fell off the bed from the sudden burst of noise. "Chloe!" He called again.

My eyes narrowed and I sucked in a deep breath not wanting to snap at my father "I'm up!" It came out as a snap anyways.

"Good. You don't have time to take a shower and we'll eat on the plane ride there." Hearing him say I don't get to shower made me groan. That was one thing I couldn't stand, the fact that I was going some place new and I had to be dirty. My dad got a job to help Simon Cowell with a new band. It really confused me because I remember him saying they were already a big hit. My dad only works with small bands that only open in bars and small gigs, so of course when he got to opportunity to help someone who is on their way to fame... He isn't gonna pass up the offer. I barely heard the band name... I think it was One something. They were all males and in their last teens early 20's. I have no clue. I just don't understand why this Simon guy couldn't find someone who already lived in England. I mean seriously... He has to take me along, cause god forbid l'm 18 and I shouldn't be living alone. My mother died while giving birth to me and all my family and older friends said he just became uber protective of me. Like I was the only thing he had left of her. Granted I technically was, and it was scary how much I looked like her. She was my age when she had me... So he dying at a young age sent her family in depression. They blamed my father and fought with him over custody. My dad won, and I haven't seen my grandparents since. It was hard leaving everyone here. My best friend Livy was upset, but she turns 18 in a couple of months and when she does she's taking the first plane out to England. Another bang on my door made me growl "Go away dad!" I snapped and pushed myself off the floor, stomping over to a box that had my clothes stacked nicely in it. I picked the first thing on top so I didn't have to ruin the tidiness of my clothes. It happened to be a I heart NY hoody and a pair of jean shorts. Not to shabby, no need to dress to impress. Quickly I rushed into the bathroom to examine my face. Even though I had just woken up, my face look wide awake. I guess the nervousness and excitement of moving got to me quicker than I expected. I put on a light lair of Mascara and eyeliner before throwing my hair in a messy bun and hopping downstairs to meet my father. A bunch of people walked through our house with boxes and other junk and I assumed they were the moving people. "Chloe, do you want me to send someone up to your room to help you with your boxes?" My dad walked pit of the kitchen with two black mugs in his hand. The smell of coffee hit my nose and strangely it woke me up more then I already was. He held one of the mugs out to me and I grabbed it gratfully before flashing him a kind smile.

I shook my head "No thanks Dad. I think I can handle them, there aren't that many." I shrugged and brought the cup to my lips, taking a small sip of the steaming caffeine. That wasn't necessarily the truth, but it was close enough. The truth was I didn't want anyone to touch my things. I hated it with a burning passion so i'd rather carry my things myself then have people do it for me. "When are we leaving?" I took another drink but a bigger one.

"In like ten minutes. So go grab your stuff and lets go. If we are on time we should be there by 8 our time, noon their time."

I nod once before handing him my half finished coffee asking him to hold it. My feet plummeted Up the stairs and into my room. I was able to fit all the rest of my junk into two boxes and I was happy we had already packed our car. I grunted as my arms grabbed onto both the boxes and lifted them up at the same time, waddling down the stairs. "Chloe, what in the world are you doing?" I heard my dad chuckled trying to hold back the humor lacing his voice.

"Um, ma'am... Would you like some help?" One of the movers asked me, also sounding amused.

"No thank you." I grunted "I think I-" i was cut off as my foot missed the last step and i went flying forward. The boxes fell from my grip but an arm grabbed onto me before I crashed into the ground. My dad had caught me but I was more worried by the boxes materials scattered all over the floor. "Shit." I muttered and sighed. The mover guy picked up my stuff from the floor and gently put them back in the box... And I let him. "Already off to a great start."

My dad laughed and as we put my boxes in the car my dad kissed my forehead and we said goodbye to the house I grew up in. "Don't worry. I'll be back sooner or later." I promised to it before we hopped into our car and headed to the airport. Ready to start our new life in England.

Notes

I rarely ever write fanfics were Harry is actually in the band. So I thought this would be decent :3 hope you liked it. Bye!!