Chiara Daveys is loving a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
(AN - I HOPE EVERYONE GETS PISSED OFF W ALL THE 'X'S AT THE END OF THE MESSAGES AND ATTACKS ME FOR BEING BRITISH.
Joking you can't attack me
Photographic evidence for the...situation...going on w a guy I don't like at the end of anyone is interested and is nosey.
This is probably gonna be the last chapter I can shove outta my ass before school starts again on Monday.
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America. More specifically, New York.
My new home.
Woohoo?
After watching a couple more films, we made our ways back to our seats and buckled ourselves in for landing.
A new beginning here.
With a new family.
Fuck knows what the other brothers are like, but I've already found myself comfortable with both Giovanni and Noah.
A car was parked waiting for us as we were getting off the jet and I'm getting closer and closer to the new house where I'll be living for the foreseeable future.
With six brothers.
Woohoo again?
Noah is currently re-filling me in on our brothers and what they're like as I've already forgotten since he last told me.
"Harry is super sweet. He's like a cute, little excited puppy at times. He'll hover over you and make sure you're okay 24/7. Lorenzo is on and off sometimes. He's very protective of us younger ones but he'll also start a fight with us. It's odd, I know. Taylor is, to put it simply, a moody asshole. So don't go expecting too much from him at first. Emilio is his opposite," he says and I'm fairly certain he didn't take any breaths explaining all of that.
"You'll see what I mean when we get there," he adds on whilst I just nod, taking everything he said in.
Great.
How am I meant to act? What am I meant to say? Do they already have their own perceptions of me before meeting me? What are they expecting? What am I expecting?
With my right hand, I grip my left and squeeze it tightly, nails scratching skin.
To distract myself once I realise what I was doing, I pull out my phone and open mine and Oscar's chat.
Oscar👯♂️: message me when youre off the plane x
Me: *You're im off the plane x
Oscar👯♂️: *I'm have you met the rest of your brothers yet?
Me: Not yet Noah's given me a little insight into what to expect, but I don't know how to act rn
