Begin Again

Chapter 6

The whole idea of a nap was easier said than done. I kinda trashed the idea to take one.

I strolled over to the window and rested my forehead against it. It was cool to the touch. I let my mind wander.

The trees below looked like an ocean of green. With each gust of wind a new wave would surge through it. Time just stopped as I sat there just watching the scenery and how it changes. Everything seemed so small and insignificant when I was up this high.

In the background I could hear the hotel room door open, but I didn't bother checking who it was. I already knew.

"DJ? Are you okay?"

Without talking, I nodded and stepped away from the window. I rifled through my bag and grabbed some comfortable clothes.

Bella stepped out of my way as I walked into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mind was so groggy and unfocused. Shaking my head, I splashed a little water on my face.

After I dried off my face, I quickly changed. I took a deep breath then stepped out of the bathroom.

Bella was sitting on her bed looking at me. The room was starting to get dark so she flipped on the light. Patting the spot next to her, she said "DJ, we need to talk."

"Not really," I shook my head.

She snapped "DJ! I've never pushed you to tell me why I've never hung out at your house, or why I haven't even SEEN your parents, but now I am! Don't push me away like I know you do with almost everyone else. I'm here to help you and dammit you're going to let me!"

I lowered my shoulders and sat down next to Bella. She sat crisscrossed facing me so I did the same. Taking a deep breath, I asked "So what do you want me to say?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yes. Everything. Tell me your life story up to the moment we landed in the U.S. Don't leave a single detail out."

Sighing, I did what she asked. I told her everything. Everything that I'd never told her, details I'd thought I'd never tell another person. But I made sure to leave out Harry's name, I just called him my brothers' friend.

By the time I finished I was near tears and Bella was balling her eyes out. She flung her arms around me and cried "My poor baby!"

I laughed a little and sniffled "It's okay, really. I'm fine. See? I'm fine."

Bella released me and wiped her eyes. "Yeah. You're okay now."

Out of no where, she stood up and started pacing angrily. "You just wait until I get my hands on those bastards! They're gonna wish they were dead!"

I walked over to Bella and grabbed her shoulders saying "Bella! It's okay!"

Her breathing has escalated, but as she started calming down so did her breathing. She hugged me again saying "Promise me you won't go back. Promise you won't go back to your dad and brothers and that you'll come live with me. Or just somewhere safe. Okay? Just promise me that."

Squeezing her lightly, I nodded "Okay. I promise."

Taking a deep breath, Bella let go of me. Quickly she changed the subject. "Okay! So on a happier note, this time tomorrow we'll be at a One Direction concert!"

My heart sank to my stomach but I smiled "I know right!"

Randomly Bella looked over her shoulder and asked "Why did you bring a guitar?"

I looked over at my guitar case and shrugged "Why not?"

She picked up the case and rested it on her bed. She opened it up and took out the guitar. "When did you learn to play?"

Smiling to myself, I replied "I taught myself to play when I was a kid. I found this in the attic and immediately became interested. I've been playing ever since, but only when I'm home alone."

Bella handed it to me and asked "Are you any good?"

I sat down on the edge of my bed and positioned the guitar comfortably. My fingers started strumming the notes to "Temporary Home" by Carrie Underwood. It was the first entire song I ever learned to play.

Once I finished, I looked up and saw Bella staring at me. She was smiling like a creep. She screamed "That. Was. Amazing."

Putting away my guitar, I blushed "Erm... Thanks."

As I put my guitar case in the corner of the room, Bella said "We should probably grab a bite to eat."

I shrugged "I'm not very hungry."

"Are you sure? It's 7pm. I'm pretty sure you haven't had anything to eat today. Are you positive you don't wanna have anything?"

I nodded "I'm fine."

She shrugged "Alright. I'll be back in a bit."

She hugged me lightly before strolling out of the room.

Lazily I crawled into bed and grabbed the TV remote. I flipped on the TV and just flipped to a random station. Spongebob! Oh my god! It was Spongebob. This show was my life!

I got comfortable and just started zoning out to Spongebob.

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"DJ! Come downstairs, now!"

Crap. Carefully I stepped out of my bedroom. Walking down the hallway I realized that no one was upstairs.

From the top of the stairs I noticed everyone, except my mom, was near the front door. Um...?

My dad looked up at me and smiled at me. SMILED? WHAT?

"DJ! Come here and meet your brothers' friend. He lives next door!"

A little confused I walked downstairs and over to my dad. He slung his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. What was going on? He never showed affection towards me, EVER.

"Hi, DJ, it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry."

I tore my gaze from the ground and came face to face with the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Harry's hair was a mess of curly brown with a few strands fell in his face. A polite smile played across his lips. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Wait, what? This was my brothers' friend, stop.

Kaleb interrupted my thoughts "Dad, we're gonna go outside with Harry. Can we set up the football goal?"

My dad nodded and said "Have fun. Make sure you're in by dinner, you know how your mother is."

All three of the boys nodded and ran outside, slamming the door behind them.

As soon as that door shut my dad shoved me away from him. Before he could hit me, I sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom. I sat over by the window and watched the boys play football in the yard.

Something about Harry made butterflies flutter around in my stomach. It was weird. It had never happened before. Hmm...

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My eyes snapped open and I sat up in bed. Outside was dark and the clock said it was 9:16pm. I just have a dream about when I first met Harry? EW.

I shook the dream out of my head and laid back down. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, still confused about the dream I just had. Why would I dream about Harry?