As my family and I search for our bags I notice that the guy in the dark brown quiff from earlier is now looking at me with hooded eyes. Its then that I notice that he has many tattoos covering his body, a sleeve tattoo I'am guessing covers one of his arms. When he catches me staring at me he quickly picks up his bags dissappears from my sight. Its then after he leaves that I begin to hear my parents calling my name. "Jo, hurry up and get your bags we're waiting on you," my dad shakes his head at me as he's holding his bags unpatiently tapping his foot. I quickly grab my bags and follow my parents throughout the airport.
Once I we get outside and meet my brother outside who's here to pick us up. As soon as he sees us comming towards him he runs to us, "Zack! !" I yell at him dropping my bags and running towards his embrace, he picks me up and spins me around letting out a laugh. "Holy shit Jo I've missed you, look at you! Your all grown up, your still short but god your trunning out to be beautiful" he smiles. I laugh " Well look at you Zack, you got your bread growing, mustache your all grown up. Your not the same little boy who used to make mud cakes with me." Zack finally lets go of me " I'll always be able to make mudd cakes with you or anything even makeovers.. okay maybe not makeovers but you get the point." I start to laugh "Yeauh, I get it don't worry ," James from behind speaks up " Hey! The little brother should get some hugs to!" We both start to laugh and I step aside to let them their moment, I watch them do their handshake they invented over webcam and the few times that he visted us. Once their done they talk about some girls ass that just passed boy I shake my head boys will be boys. As Zack greets mom and dad I watch how happy they all are, and it makes me feel bad because all this is my fault that we had to move in the first place. But I shake it away because now we are back again as a family.
As we are standing I feel someone's eyes on me I glance around and notice the same guy from the plane is staring at me as he gets in a tinted window Range Rover, he's across the street and from what I can tell someone picked him up because he gets in the passanger side. The windshield gives me a view of the driver since its not tinted, the driver has a beanie and shades. As he passes by he stares at me making uncomfortable because for one I have no idea what he looks like due to the beanie and shades covering most of his face. Secondly stranger danger right? I shake my head at the weird moment and begin to help load the luggage into the car.
As we are driving through town my parents and Zack immediately start a conversion on how everyone in town has been. The streets themselves seem the same typical things such as little kids running around, riding bikes or teenagers walking in groups on their phones. I shake my head typical teenagers can't put their phone down for a second. As we pass more and more houses, memories came flashing through my head. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Change Jo everything has changed, your ready. I remind myself, the car starts slowing down I can't help but look at Marcel's old house. It's still the same but the people there are for long gone, and I don't know how to feel about that. At the moment there's no cars in the driveway. The family must be out, and once again I zoned out because my family is already getting out of the car.
"Thank god mom and dad never sold the house I can't imagine living anywhere else." James breaths out after streaching from the car ride and I'am guessing the plane ride. "Yes, we love this house this is where you all grew up we couldn't sell it," my mom explains smiling at us. My dad laughs "First house we all actually liked it was worth not letting go," I laugh "That's something that definitely wront happen again." We all begin to laugh and being to unload the car, we decided to take the big suit cases first since they will be the most trouble we have while unloading due to their weight. What we thought would only take a couple minutes ended up taking hours, Zack layed down on one of the couchs huffing about how women pack to much clothes. "Sara since we all had a pretty long day how about we just order some pizza and call it a day? " My dad asked as he wraped his arms around my mom as he sat down next to her. "Sounds pretty great to me, gives me some time to relax. Zack why don't you order it ?" Zack starts to move around so he can dig his phone out of his pocket, "Are we getting the usual?" He looks around at each of us reviving a nod from all. He then gets up and starts to order, I find myself staring at Marcels wondering who took over his house. "Hunnie he's long gone... he isn't comming back," the look of sadness on my moms face most likely reflects mine. "Yeah.. I know I just want to know who lives there now." My dad shakes his head, " That's not going to change anything Jo. It's better if you just relax." I agree with them but it's harder then they think. At that moment Zack speaks up no one had realized that he had finished speaking on the phone. "Hey Jo want to come with me to pick up the pizza?" I stand from where I was standing, "Yeah, yeah lets go." I quickly grab my pruse and put on my shoes while Zack holds the door for me.
"Listen Jo.. I overheard everything and I know you will not have peace of mind till you find out who took Marcels house so I'am just going to tell you. His name is Harry Styles he came here about two years ago, and he completely has U.K under his shoe. You give him the toughest people you know and he'll beat the living shit out of them like picking up a dam rag doll. Give him Albert Einsteins question and hell answer it as if you asked him what color the sky is. My point being is hes the most feared guy in the U.K not even the cops will mess with him. At his house he wront let anyone but his four best friends enter, anyone else he wront let them take a step inside. Thats the wierd thing he's never brung a girl home or thrown parties you would think he's a dam saint the way he acts around his house. He around your age and goes to the same school as you, same grade too. I sadly found that out when I left James and yours transcripts there last year. Iam worried about that, but yet I'am not because he doesn't date. Now now you probably think I'am some kind of chick off gossip girl but word travels fast around this town. " He finally finishes speaking as he gets out the car to get the pizzas. I finally being to think this "Harry Styles" guy has a big reputation in this town for such a small time being here, could he have a motive for what hes doing? I mean everything happens for a reason right?
The drive home consist of small talk such as boyfriend's which I haven't had which makes Zack relax, dinner goes the same small talk all us catching up with Zack on how his construction company has for being 22 he has one of the biggest company's in the U.K. Due to the time he excuses him self and hugs everyone goodbye, he kisses my mom on the cheek before saying one final goodnight. James immediately goes up to his room to play some Xbox game Zack had bought him, my mom and dad head to their room for the night. "Hey mom I'am just going to shoot some hoops for a bit before I go to bed is that alright? " She warmly smiles at me "of crouse hunnie just be careful and dont be out to late." I drink the last of my pop, "No dont worry I wront be out to late, I am most likely going to shower after wards."
I take the steps up to my room to change into some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Iam about to head out when I notice that I have a message from Zack
Zack: If you need anything just give me a call alright?
Me: I will dont worry :) night zack
Zack: Good, and night.
I put my phone down to charge pick up my basketball and head downstairs. Looking at the clock its only ten a couple hours of basketball wront hurt. Shot and shot I kept on missing, I couldn't focus to much information had been thrown at me today, memories kept flooding back after a final attempt to make at least one basket failed I threw the ball off somewhere. "Fuck!" I crused why out of all people why did it have to happen to Marcel and I? We did everything together, trying to relax i decided to search for the ball it had landed in the front yard. Walking towards it I notice that car lights are lighting up the road, I decided to enjoy the night and just sit down and look up the sky. So many stars, beautiful night sky amazing breeze comming through the night. I then realize that a car pulls up to Marcels old house. Well Harrys house now, that car seems familiar. .. I then recognized the Range Rover from the air port. So dark haired quiff guy is Harry? The driver then comes out of the car, I was wrong instead its the guy who was wearing the beanie. He shuts his car door and seems to talk to himself saying words I can't hear. He takes off his beanie and shakes his hands through his hair not bothering to put it back on, its until he steps in the light from his lamp post outside I notice that he has loose curls resting upon his head. I quickly get up and begin to walk towards my house, being the clumsy me I step on my basketball "Shit" I let out a bit to loud, making the guy look towards me. I look towards him but quickly pick up the ball and head inside the last thing I see is curly looking at me as he walks towards his house.
