Complicated. (One Direction Fan fiction)

Chapter 1 - Coming home and unexpected meetings

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Chapter 1

It has been two years since I was last in England. After my foster parents died, I moved from London to America, to live with my brother, Jason. We had been split up after our real parents died, he moved to America, and I was put into foster-care. He had done well for himself, now 26, and owner of the largest technology company in the world, Techboy, and was probably one of the richest men in the world. He spent a long time trying to track me down, and was granted custody of me when my foster parents died.

Now I was moving back to England, to go to my dream university, Cambridge.

Two years ago, I was fat, ugly, and annoying. I only had a couple of close friends, but we would always be getting into fights and falling out. School was lonely for me back then, but when I moved to America, I was determined to turn things around. I went on a strict diet, made sure that Jason would punish me if I differed from it, and excercised a lot more often. I had also dyed my hair blonde, to replace the mousey brown shade it had been for so long, and had let it grow way past my shoulders. I had changed a lot, but now, I felt better about myself, like I no longer had to hide in the shadows, that I no longer have to make fun of myself to make people laugh. I feel like I can finally be myself, and that I can be liked for it.

Jason had insisted on moving back to London with me, and had bought a house in Cambridge so that I wouldn't have to stay in a cramped student's appartment. He could do all his work from England, but would probably still have to go back and forth between London and America at times. I told Jason that I would be staying in the student housing during the week, but would stay at the house with him at the weekend. It would be easier to make friends if I was able to socialise.

He did all of this even though James, my best friend, had also got in, and was coming back to England with me. James was tall, just over 6 foot, had dark-brown hair, which was curly on the top, and short around the sides. He was the best friend anyone could ever ask for. He was kind, brave, and quite protective of me, and never let me go through anything alone. As soon as he heard that I would be applying to Cambridge, he did too. We had never fallen out, and we never disagreed on anything. He was the only boy I had allowed to get close to me, as I knew that he would never do anything to hurt me.

I was very wary of any and all men, as I had suffered many years of abuse at the hands of my foster father. The only two male people I knew well were my brother, Jason, and James. I had a very large distrust of men, and I was wary that any and all of them could turn out like my foster father.

I pushed all of the memories resurfacing to the back of my mind and sat back to watch as the scenery passed me by. So much had happened in 2 years. I wouldn't take any of the time back, but America had never really been my home. It was nice to be back in England. No matter how dull and dreary it is, it's still my home. It's where I feel most comfortable.