Let the right one in - A Union J Fanfic

Chapter 1 - From the first moment

NOTE: This is my first fanfic EVER so please give it some time if you don't like it from the start. I know the first chapter is short but I'm trying to do my best and I hope you all will enjoy it! xx

Isobel's P.O.V

I drove up on the driveway to the little house where I'll spend the next six months and took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair had been matted along the way so I put it up in a bun, but I have now decided to let my natural blonde curls fall along with my shoulders. My makeup on the other hand is completely destroyed, but I couldn't really care less about that right now. It's not like my future husband is going to fall down from heaven or something. I just want to take my bags indoors and let the family judge me. It's not like I haven't been judged before...

I loaded up my big suitcase and my slightly smaller hand luggage and slammed the trunk a little too hard. God I'm so tired. It has already starting to get dark and the lights in the house lit up my term when I bumble my way towards the house.

 I took one deep breath before I gently knocked on the door and directly got second thoughts. Why am I even doing this? It's not like it's going to be more fun to study just because I'm in a new place or in a new school. I'm just going to end up in even more trouble than before and that's the last thing I want right now...

"Hi, you must be Isobel". My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the beautiful figure in the doorway. Cautiously  I meet his gaze and his intense dark brown eyes rays of heat. Gosh, he's adorable! He puts his head on one side and a smile is playing on his lips when I suddenly find myself staring at him.

"Yeah, that's me. And you are...?" I asked while stretching out my hand.

"George. Nice to meet you." He gently shakes my hand and a tingling feeling is rushing through my body. What's happening to me?!

"Nice to meet you too." I reply and I'm starting to feel that my cheeks are getting red. Why did I not fix my makeup?

"My mom hasn't come home from the store yet so they asked me to show you to your room. Cause you're the one that's staying here, right?" Even though he smiles, I can still sense some uncertainty in his eyes.

"Yes of course. What made you think I wouldn't?"

"I don't know.  You just looked very surprised when I opened the door" He giggles while he reaches out for one of my bags and leads me into his house.

"Oh, I just didn't expect you."

"Who did you expect then?" He stops in the middle of the stairs on our way to the upper floor and looks at me with confusion in his face. 

"I didn't  mean it like that. When I read the ad for the room your mom only mentioned your sister, not you. But I don't mind though." I felt a little guilty about my poor choice of words and I can tell by his expressions that he didn't liked it. But it didn't take long before it starts to twitch in his mouth and he starts giggling again. Oh, this giggle drives me crazy!

"You know you have a crappy poker face?" I said while we continued to lug my suitcases up the stairs.

"No I don't! You should've seen your face. I totally got you." I roll my eyes and follow him into my new room. He places my hand luggage on the bed and stretched out his arms.

"This is your room. I hope it lives it up to your expectations"

I slowly walk into the room and the first thing I notice is the great seat by the enormous window. It looks just like on the pictures I found on the ad. The room has light walls and it's exactly as large and airy as I wanted it to be. There is a big bookcase next to the desk, but best of all is the newly built walk-in closet. I turn around to George and I give him a smile that shows that I'm very satisfied.

"Okay then. I'll let you unpack now. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll be downstairs."

"Thanks" He gives me another beautiful smile before he disappears from the room.

I threw myself on the bed and and wrote a short text message to my worried mom to tell her that I have arrived and luckily survived the car trip. I quickly get a reply saying that she already misses me and that I will conduct myself properly. I don't even want to answer that. Of course I miss her but she should know by now that I really don't care what people think about me. Perhaps this boy George is an exception, but everyone else can think what ever they want. It's actually weird how this boy  makes me feel when we've just met. Or am I just imagining things? Anyway, I have to call Kate tomorrow and tell her all about him.

I threw a last glance at the phone and noticed that the clock has already become 6pm. When will Mrs Harris come back from the store? I crawl into my bed and without any notice I fell asleep.