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...
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Unfortunately our holiday to Italy ended and now we're back at the house.
Taylor is now in a shitty because he can't get away with not wearing a shirt around the house.
In fact, this morning when he came downstairs shirtless, trying to go unnoticed, Harry threw a white shirt that he for some reason had nearby and shouted, "have some decency!"
Thank you very much, Harry.
Other than this, pretty much everyone in the house has been in some sort of mood ever since the jet landed back in America.
Other than me, of course. I've been in peace and quiet, talking to my friends back home.
Bailey, Ryder and Adam had to hang up, though, as apparently they had 'better things to do than talk to us'. Which is pretty messed up.
And leaves both Josh and I on the call.
"Girl, you're so lucky going to Spain," he says as he lays his head down on a pillow.
"It was Italy, Josh," I snort.
"Oh." A pause, "what part did you go to, again?"
"Ventimiglia," I reply with a smile.
"Oh," he replies, "cute."
I push the screen of my laptop back and open my mouth to reply before I hear the doorbell ring.
For a moment, I debate going down to answer it. But then I decide I might as well not as one of the boys will at some point.
Potentially years later.
"Guys I know you all heard it!" Harry yells as he, I presume, goes to answer the door.
I hear Emilio's distinct laughter and smile to myself.
"How's the British summer treating you?" I smirk as I look back at my laptop screen showing one of my best friends.
"Girl, don't even," he sighs, "you can't see but I'm laying on top of my covers in just my boxers with the windows wide open."
"Wow," I laugh, "surprised Bailey's not there with you."
He sighs again, although this time it's significantly more dramatic, "no apparently he needs to get a job."
"That would be correct," I nod my head, eyebrows furrowed.
"Okay, but why?" He shakes his head.
"For money?" I laugh, "to pay for food. And if you think about it, more money he gets, more he can pay for you two to go out on cute dates."
"Yeah but I could literally be his sugar daddy," he whines and rolls over on his bed.
"Josh!" I exclaim.
"Giovanni!" I hear Emilio tell out uncertainly.
Concern builds up inside of me and I can tell that somethings going on when I hear rushed footsteps downstairs like someone is running through the house.
