{Aria's POV}

"Flight 238? Okay, you are at terminal 14. Just take a left turn at that sign and go up the escalator." Ugh. "Why are airport people always happy?" I muttered to myself.

We got to the terminal early, and I just laid back and slid on my bright blue headphones.

"Do you want to go get some food?" My dad politely offered. I just shook my head. It wasn't like I was trying to shut him out, but it was the easiest thing to do right now.

"Flight 238 from Florida,USA to Holmes Chapel, Britain boarding, repeat, flight 238 boarding" The lifeless intercom loudly announced. Here we go!

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As always, the flight was boring and uneventful. I didn't really care when we got there, I just really didn't want to be on the plane. I was eating the little plane pretzels and sipping on my tiny glass of coke, when the flight attendant told me to put up my tray because we would be landing in less than 20 minutes.

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As we got our last suitcase and climbed into the taxi, I couldn't help but see the beauty of this place.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Dad commented, causing me to snap out of my trance.

"Yeah" I replied. We pulled up to a huge, pale yellow house covered in vines.

"Wow..." I was stunned. "Is this it?"

"It's even bigger in person" replied my dad. "I'm going to go unpack"

As I was staring like a fool at our new home, waiting for the movers, I heard loud chatter from down the block.

"Oh gosh" I thought to myself. "Boys"

"Oi!" A 6 foot tall muscular boy with curly, brown hair and piercing green eyes approached me. "You new here?"

Now, I'm not a boy-crazy girl. In fact, I find these kind of boys in particular very, very annoying. I'm so used to the jock, popular player. There is one in every school and it looks like I found him here. As he approaches, he holds out a hand. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

I look behind him at his friends. There are 4 of them, one a blonde with blue eyes, one with shaggy brown hair, one with a buzzcut, and the last with many visible tattoos and a blonde streak down his dark hair.

"Liam, it looks like we have a shy one!" The boy with the buzzcut walks over. "What's your name, love?"

"Aria" I replied in a bored manner.

"Where are you from? America?" Curly asked, picking up on my accent.

"Look, I'm really not interested, okay?" I begin to turn towards my house and walk away, when he interjects.

"Wow, she's a feisty one!"

At this point, I'm really not amused, and just roll my eyes and walk away.

"Hey, Aria, once you're done pretending you hate me, do you want to come to a party tonight?"

"It's not an act, believe me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I generally don't like to associate with douchebags such as yourself." I kept walking. 'What an ass' I thought to myself.

"821, Victoria Drive. 9:00. Be there!" Curly yells.

"In your dreams!"

I get to my house. As soon as I walk in, my daily starts interrogating me: "Were those boys harassing you? Do you need me to talk to them? Are you oka-"

I cut him off. "Dad, it's fine. I'm going to my room." I shrugged off his concerns. I could deal with obnoxious boys all by myself.

Notes

YAAYYY

So that was the first actual chapter