Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

one.

I stumbled up the stairs to my best friends flat. Even after a year I still cursed her for moving into a building without elevator. 4 floors up weren't my favorite excersice to be honest, but it was worth it as the view she had was incredible. It was an elder building, so she had this ancient balcony at her livingroom and windowwalls at her bedroom. She didn't renovate much, she didn't even paint. She liked the way it was and only made it cosier and made it more in her style, Cleo-ish, how she liked to call it. While I on my part still lived with my family, which were my parents, my big brother, my twinsister, my younger sister and my baby brother. Big family it is, I know. I spent more time with Cleo than at home though, Cleo her bedroom, was litteraly a room that was her bed. The floor was filled with a matress, exactly made for the room. So that's where we spent most of the time. Her closet & desk were in the spare room, which was more a closet, than a working room.

Cleo and I had known each other for 4 years, but we had become sisters, if we hadn't have those enough. Cleo and I met at some meeting with our families, just like me Cleo came from a huge family, but she was the youngest and was actually the only one that still lived with her parents. From the second she turned 18 her parents bought her one of the nicest flats in England and that was the new Cleo place to be. I had loads of friends, but not a single one was like her. I was a hard person to describe, I had a quite mixed soul. I was loud and open minded, pretty carefree. But when it came to boys I was the shy, geeky and silent person. I tried to talk to them, but most likey words came out as stutters and boys never really liked that. Cleo wasn't dating material for boys, just like I wasn't and that's what made us besties I guess. We were party people, but tried to avoid as many boys, we dissapointed many of them, it was clear to see on their face, but we rather had them brushed off before they would ditch us.

It was quite depressing sometimes, having boys coming to us. Cleo and I, and some friends of us. And we would just ditch them, already feeling nervous with them just looking at us, and later they would become boyfriends of our friends and somehow they got to know who we actually were, and wondered why we always ran. But figures only Cleo understands me, and the friends that have seen me around boys.

I reached the fourth floor which wasn't silent for once. You had two flats each floor, and the flat Cleo shared the floor with had been empty the last time I came here, now the door was slightly ajar and high pitched giggling echoed over the floor. Probably a couple that came living here with their toddler daughter, I had reconized the giggling from my little brother. It was this typical giggle almost all the tuddlors shared.

The source of giggling abruplty bumped into my side, which caused the giggle to stop. Immediately a low, worrying voice followed. "Lux?"

A playfull smile spread over the toddlers face, which I supposed to be Lux. I bent down to her and grabbed her small hand in my larger one. "Lux, this isn't a game. Where are you?" The male voice came from the flat of the new inhabitans. I lifted the little girl making her rest on my lower arm as I walked over to the flat.

As I wanted to knock the door flew open, showing a rather attractive male who exposed his upper body by only wearing shorts and a snapback. Hazelnut curls came from underneath his hat and his jaw was clenched as he saw me with the little girls in my arms. His prensence immediately startled me. Like I said, I wasn't used having boys near me, except my brothers and some friends of my older one. And this guy was an absolute contrast with those boys, he was breathtaking beautiful, not to mention his beautiful tanned upperbody, which was tattooed up quite a bit but not that much. And a smile, with teeth so white I think they would glow in the dark.

I smiled shyly as I knew he had caught me checking him out, but the smile wasn't returned and I felt quite offended by that.

"Sh- She was in the hallways." I stuttered out, handing him back the little girl who had been strangely calm in my arms. I was used working with children as I was a trainee in nursary school and did a lot of baby sitting on my little brother and sister and normally little kids weren't calm in arms of stranger, most would start crying. But this little girl seemed to like me, being the opposite of the male in front of me.