Wildest Dreams [H.S. AU]

New world

~Harry Styles~
2008

Five thousand, two hundred and eighty eight miles.

That's how far away I was going to be away from home for the next three months.

After deciding that I didn't want to spend another second in the small town of Holmes Chapel one more second, I packed up my things and flew to San Fernado Valley California.

My mum and dad were murdered by some random lunatic when I was only seven years old, leaving me in the care of my mum's sister Suzan who was only nineteen at the time.

I was thankful for my aunt who was the only family I had.

If it weren't for her and her willingness to take care of me, I would be sent to an orphanage where I would most likely spend the majority of my childhood.

But I was lucky.

She took me in with open arms, despite her young age and lack of experience with children.

Before I became her responsibility, she attended university where she mostly partied and hooked up with random assholes.

She of course gave up that way of life after her sister and brother in law died.

She started a new life with me, raising me like I was her own.

All we had was each other, until Michael came along three years ago.

He moved in next door, and they gradually became closer and closer until they finally got married last month.

That was the only motivation I needed to finally leave England.

I loved Suzan more than anything.

She was like a mother to me, and Michael had quickly become a father figure I could look up to, but I knew that Suzan wanted to move on with her life, and so did I.

I knew that, although she would never admit it, I had been somewhat of a burden to her.

She had to grow up too quickly in order to take care of me, having to sacrifice normal things that most young twenty year olds had the pleasure of experiencing.

Now that she was newly married, it was the perfect time to start a new life and try something different besides the small town life I had been accustomed to.

I did well in school, so I looked into the foreign exchange program.

Naturally I wanted to go to the states.

It was on the other side of the world, but I wouldn't have to learn a new language so it was the obvious choice.

After months of looking and applying, a family in Sanfernando Valley decided that they wanted to take me in.

So here I was, gathering my luggage at LAX so I could hunt down the family I would be staying with for my junior year of American high school.

I spotted my luggage, pulling the duffle bag over my shoulder, and pulling the medium sized suit case behind me as I left the luggage area, making my way to where people were typically picked up from.

I scanned the area for the strangers I would be staying with, but I was extremely difficult considering I had no idea what they looked like.

As I approached a mass amount of people holding various signs, I spotted a middle aged man holding a piece of paper that said "Styles".

I walked over to him and cleared my throat rather awkwardly.

"Umm...hi, are you Mr. Henderson?" I asked, recalling the last name I had been told, which was one of the only things I knew about this family.