Half the world away.

Chapter 1

The ambassador calls early in the morning. It's Mr. Styles who answers with a polite greeting which isn't heard from the living room but probably sounds like 'Good morning, Des Styles speaking' or 'You're speaking to Des Styles, how can I help you this morning?'. Because Des Styles is a polite man. Truly. An ideal father figure who is good to every person. And after he finishes the call with an "Okay, thank you. Take care now", walking into the living room to join his family again, he sits down with a smile.

"That was the ambassador." He continued smiling. And opened the computer which he had brought with him after the phone call. It was black and worn but worked fine all the same.

"Really," Mrs. Styles said, "what was the reason?" She started fidgeting excitedly with her skirt, something that you might expect a five-year-old to do when they hear they're going to the candy store.

"I think you know, Anne." Des smiled and then looked over to his son who was patiently waiting on the couch "We've got our student for this year." He informed, and in response the son, Harry, sat a little straighter and jumped closer to get a view of the computer screen. "She said that a photo of him was sent to my email so let's check."

Des typed a few times on the very much used keyboard and then let out a little "Ah", as he saw the email popping up. "Here it is, I'll open it." He clicked on the email and scrolled down to the linked file. With a double-click it opened and the picture was displayed. "His name is Louis Tomlinson, she said, from Amsterdam." He made the picture bigger so everyone could see.

"He looks nice," Anne said, and to be fair, it was an understatement. This guy had a burberry shirt with a navy blue sweater on top. Light sunglasses sat low on his very perfect nose and his blue eyes smiled at the camera. He looked good, but there was something that stood out, according to Harry.

"He's leaning against a Porsche..." He stated.

"It looks like it, yes. But you have to understand that most students we have, come from very wealthy families. To be able to afford something like this..." Des explained and Harry nodded in comprehension. But he had decided. He didn't like the bloke. He was too much, probably arrogant by the looks of it. And the name: Louis. Sounds very posh, like a butler or something.

This could cause a problem. Harry had to live with this person for eleven months. And deciding he didn't like him could seriously complicate things... but what else was there to do really? You like who you like, and you dislike who you dislike. That's just how it is.

He'd just have to enjoy the last month of space and silence before this "golden boy" comes into his life.

He couldn't tell his parents though, they did this partly for him because he never got to have any siblings even though he really wished for it, and he was so very grateful that they wanted to make him happy. So he smiled and nodded to his mothers words "I agree though, he looks nice". To that, Mr. and Mrs. Styles smiled and patted him on the back.

"We'll get everything ready this last month before he arrives," Anne said. "Could you help us as usual?" She asked Harry.

He nodded. "Of course."

**

The month passed quicker than Harry would have preferred. There was a lot to do, so the 'space' he thought he'd have wasn't really there, but it didn't matter. He saw how his parents' eyes were glinting with excitement as the days got closer. 9th of August. That was the date he'd have a new 'brother'.

The things they had to fix were actually not supposed to be more than a welcome plan, a SIM-card and a room. But his mother always went a bit over the top. Which was always appreciated by the students, but a pain in the back for Harry and Des.