I woke back up a few hours later and to find that we still had about 4 hours of the plane ride left. I ate some of the gummy bears I had bought at the airport, they’re my favorite snack, and turned on my iPod. I laid my head back against the seat as Breath of Life by Florence and the Machine. My head nodded to the side as I fell back to sleep.
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I woke up again, this time from Anne lightly shaking my shoulder. She told me we only had 15 minutes left and to start getting my things together. I turned off my iPod and made sure everything was in my bag. When the plane landed we stood up and walked out to the terminal. It felt weird to be walking after sitting for so long. When we got out of the gates we met up with Anne’s husband/my godfather, Joe. He gave me a quick hug and we walked down to baggage claim. I had a total of 6 bags/boxes with my stuff in them. It took about 30 minutes for us to collect all 6 of my things and Anne’s bag as well. We walked to the car and drove to the house. Anne said they live about 20 minutes from the airport so I zoned out for about 15 of them. When we got to the neighborhood I looked around at where I would be living from now on. Most of the neighborhood is fairly large houses. It’s really pretty here; I just hope it’s not full of a bunch of rich, snobby, British kids.
We took a left and then turned into a driveway at the end of the street. Joe turned off the car and I stepped out, taking in the view of my new “home”. It was a large brick house and looked like it was 2 stories. I knew they had a son who lived at home and a daughter who lived with their father. I had never met their son; I just hope he isn’t a jerk.
I grab my bag out of the back seat and followed Anne and Joe into the house.
“We’re home!” called out Anne.
“But this isn’t home for me” I felt like saying. Home is where they understand you and no one here understands me, but I kept that to myself. They’re trying their best with a difficult situation.
I stepped through the door and walked into a large foyer. The stairs are on the left and there’s hallway in front of me that I’m guessing leads to the rest of the house. I heard sounds to my right and turned just in time to see 5 teenage boys emerge from what I think is the basement. They don’t all live here do they?
The guys looked about my age, maybe a tad bit older. They were laughing at something, and if I knew guys then it was probably something perverted. The one with black hair was leaning on the guy in the plaid shirt. The guy with curly hair, I think he’s Anne and Joe’s son, was poking the one with stripes on in the face. The one with stripes was practically screaming in laughter. The one with blonde hair looked like he was about to explode with laughter, but he was also the first one to notice me.
“Hi!” he perked up and caught his breath from laughing. Once he said something all the other guys noticed me too.
“Oh, hello!” The striped one pretty much yelled.
“Hi,” I said quickly.
“I’m Louis.”
“Loren.”
“I’m Zayn,” said the one with black hair.
“I’m Liam,” said the one in plaid.
“Niall,” said the blonde one.
“And I’m Harry,” said the one with curly hair, “And I guess you’ll be living here with me.”
So I was right. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Alright boys,” intervened Anne, “Why don’t you all go get Loren’s things out of the car while I show her around the house.” They all mumbled ok’s and walked out the door to the car.
