Derailed || Harry Styles AU

4 | Move Along

"Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking

When you fall, everyone stands

Another day, and you've had your fill of sinking

With the life held in your

Hands are shaking cold

These hands are meant to hold"

Bev only lived a ten minute drive from the square. Not far at all. On the drive over we passed two residential neighborhoods and the local elementary school, before we ended up turning onto a long and windy, dirt road. That was located right next to a running creek of some sort.

I was speechless, her land was gorgeous. A beautiful house sat at the end of the road. It was a white washed brick house with a great big wrap around porch, with rocking chairs and front porch swing. The shutters were painted of a light green and the stairs leading up to the house were made out of a deep red brick. Her double front doors matched the shutters, painted a green color that was eye catching. Along all the windows were window boxes that were home to a plethora of flowers, ferns, and vines that overhung.

It was a picture perfect southern living home, to put it simply.

Behind the house to the right was another house, significantly smaller in size. It was a single story house, painted white to match the house that it sat behind except the door and shutters were painted of a crimson red. That must be her grandson's house she was telling me about. It was lovely.

Her whole property was marvelous. It was covered in grand oak trees, I saw a few willow trees that were closer to the creek and it was just acres and acres of green as far as the eye could see. I noticed she also owned a barn of some sort, I assumed it was more like a workshop than a barn because I could see a car parked inside of it from where I was standing in the driveway.

"You have a gorgeous home. No wonder you used it as a bed and breakfast." I told her while looking around. "I mean this place is magnificent, and so close to town. You have it made living on this plot of land. I would never leave." I said with a small laugh.

"My husband built our house nearly 40 years ago and my grandsons about 5. He was quite the worker bee. He had a gift, very hands on. He could build just about anything and fix just about anything." Bev told me with a reminiscent tone.

"Well Windsor welcome to my humble abode, let's go on inside dear so I can show you where you will be staying." I grabbed my bag and turned to follow Bev up the steps of her home. She unlocked the front door and we both walked inside.

And the inside was just as beautiful as the outside. Rich hardwood floors lined with a detailed, white trim. Crown molding on the ceilings and right as you walked inside, a grand staircase was what you were met with.The walls were painted light gray, similar to the walls at the diner. The left of the stairs was a sitting room; home to a tv, a large couch and loveseat. The walls were littered with artwork that were very clearly done by children. And the tv was encased in a bookshelf filled with hundreds of books. There was a hallway to the right of the stairs that led to a few bedrooms and a bathroom.

Bev instructed me to follow her down the hallway to the right. "This is Lou's bedroom right here," she opens the first door on the left and inside is a normal, girly teenager's bedroom. White walls and a pink comforter and tons of posters of celebrities on the walls. "She hasn't lived here in a few years so most of what you are seeing is outdated. But I refuse to change it because it reminds me of my little Lulu. Plus I think she secretly likes it. When she comes to visit, I haven't heard her complain once.