behind cameras | harry lewis.

7 ~ neighbours

c h a p t e r  s e v e n

'"And aren't you a cocky one, aye?"'

The British cold weather comes to doodle along Clemmies skin as the beeping from the moving truck, reversing out of the drive way starts to fade away. Over the last few hours her and her friends and the movers have unloaded the furniture and brown boxes in the house, ready to unpack, build and settle in. Luckily, the main furniture was already built and in the house, already in place when they came, so all she had to do was unpack the little house items and her things.

The wind blew through her hair in an unattractive manor, getting caught in her mouth. Whilst trying to lift a box and move the hair out of her mouth, only with the movement of shaking her head, she heard the faint sound of talking and laughing along with the noise of a car overpowering the voices. She didn't really acknowledge it and started to make her way inside.

"Shit." Clementine cursed as the box of books she was carrying had opened at the bottom.

Kneeling down, picking up the books, some now creased and some slightly ripped. She sighed whilst she collected the books and placed them back into the box, carelessly. When they were all loaded in, she picked the box up holding it from the bottom - praying it wouldn't split again.

Walking up the tiny spiral staircase leading to a small part of the second floor, consisting of her bedroom and her home library. She pushed the door open with her foot, quickly running through it before the door slammed closed on her. She placed the box on the curved, sage green sofa in the middle of the room along with many other boxes filled with countless paperbacks.

Clemmie huffed, galloping down the stairs at the back of the house, opening the door leading to a long hallway. After a few seconds of getting lost in her house, she found the front door and made her way outside. Clemmie grabbed the next box and lifted it with a slight struggle but lifted it with no proper issue.

Her voice bounced of off the walls, creating a slight echo around the house, "Freya can you please help me bring in the last two boxes." She placed the box down with a loud thud, hoping that nothing breakable or valuable was incased. She read the side of it: kitchen. Great. When she didn't hear Freya call back, she yelled again, "Please. Freya? Where the hell are you?"

Making her way to the kitchen she found that there was nobody there, nor the lounge or the many other rooms she didn't know what was going to be used for yet.

Aimlessly walking around her house, calling out for her older best friend, she heard the sound of her phone. Indicating that she just got a Text message. The beep came from the kitchen, where she placed her phone down only hours ago. She read the message whilst making her way outside.

Rem Rem. 27 seconds ago.

They don't have the Chocapic cereal you like, but they have coco pops. That alright?

Remi offered to go to the supermarket quickly to get a few things that they needed but Clemmie would still have to go and do a bigger shop.

Before she finished typing out her message, her eye got captivated by the group of loud men in different coloured hoodies and joggers, laughing and chatting fifty or so metres away. Her eye wandered over their faces and soon she connected the information together and realised they were her new neighbours. The sidemen. Freya standing near them, hugging one giving it away only slightly.

Clementine couldn't, not let her mid dance over the many possibilities of meeting them. They all seemed so close and she didn't want to come across as somebody intruding in on their lives. But Freya has been going on about how they are so nice and that I'm going to adore them.