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Chapter 96

I'll make this feel like home

— One Direction, Home

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As we pull up to the first apartment complex, it's...very narrow. The street is busy, cars zipping through without a single one following the correct speed limit. It's a bitch to cross the street, and someone zooms past us at an ungodly speed.

"I already hate this place," Harry mutters next to me.

The inside is fine with a few unclean spots. The surfaces, the console table to my right and the window sill specifically, have a collection of dust, and even the air around us is all hazy. My allergies start to flare up. My eyes begin to water, my nose is runny, and I'm in a sneezing fit. I find a pack of tissues in my purse then wipe underneath my eyes and nose.

The realtor, Sharron, is a bit uncomfortable, as well, as I can see her hugging her binder close to her chest. She then says, "Would you mind following me up the steps?"

"No way," Harry butts in. "This place is awful. Her allergies are clearly acting up; there's no way she can live here."

"It's probably just you," my dad says from beside me, and I look at him to clearly show him the agitation I'm giving off.

"Mm, I don't think so. Look around, this place is horrible. And that street out front is not safe for her to cross every day."

"I understand, but would you like to see the upstairs, Violet? I chose this as the first one because it has one bedroom, one bath, and a balcony with a bit of a view. Despite its small appearance, it's quite spacious inside and would suit you quite well."

"I don't know. The street out front is pretty dangerous. Besides, as Harry said, I don't seem to react well to this environment."

"Alright, that's fine. We'll go to the next one. It's very well kept and is well within your budget."

The drive from the hotel to here was about twenty minutes; however, the drive to the second apartment was around ten to fifteen minutes with little traffic. Sharron said it's decently close to the university with a minimum of a ten-minute walk. Other students supposedly live here, from what she said. If I do choose to live here, and actually get accepted, I just hope they're not partiers.

There's a parking lot beside the complex. The building itself stands tall at about twelve stories, and there are large windows on every floor. The lobby is, as Sharron said, very well kept with fancier linoleum flooring and light gray walls. There's an elevator, and when we get in, she presses the button for the tenth floor with her shiny red fingernail.

The hallway isn't that long when we step out, and Harry kisses my shoulder when she uses a pair of keys to unlock the door. The inside is pretty modern. There are dark hardwood floors and a tiny kitchen with white cabinets and countertops directly to the right when you walk in the door.

The living room is spacious, with large windows. A gray sofa is up against the right wall. There's open space for a small dining table off to the left from the entrance of the door. It seems perfect for me.

The bedroom is moderately sized; however, there is only one, and if there were two, it would be a guest bedroom or one for Lilly when Harry would come up to visit. There's enough room for me and even a medium-sized closet.

After looking into the bedroom then the bathroom, I already know I love the apartment.

Dad and Sharron are talking amongst themselves when Harry and I walk out through the hallway.

"So, Vi, how are you liking it?" Dad asks, leaning against the kitchen bar.

"I really like it."