Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 1

Songs:

Midnight Memories: One Direction

Fun: Pitbull Ft. Chris Brown

SummerThing!: Afrojack Ft. Mike Taylor

Hey Jude: The Beatles

Let It Be: The Beatles  

It had been about five months since I made my move to London. I had moved here from New York with my two best friends; Samara and Chris, who was an international pop star I had met when I was fourteen, we both agreed to not be so public with our friendship, I hated attention. I'll admit that at first, I had a crush on him, like any girl my age. We eventually, became best friends, now the thought of him in any romantic capacity makes me shiver. He and Samara were more like siblings to me, besides my little sister, Odette and grandpa, Max, they were the only thing I had left. I hated leaving home, I was too attached to my little sister, but I desperately needed to get away. I was tired of my life, getting my heart broken, again and again. Chris and Samara were also in desperate need for a change of scenery. It was only for a year, I couldn't take more than a year away from home.

I had other family as well, my mom, Sarah Travis, was a wonderful mother, to the outside world. I wish I had known that side of her while I was growing up, but all I ever saw was a woman who hated my father so much, I was convinced she hated me just for being his daughter. There was also my step-father, Victor and his three kids; Nina, Theo and Olivia. They were part of the real reason I needed to get away, they had made my life a living nightmare and I just couldn't take it anymore. Even when I had lived in California, they were still making my life miserable. I figured an entire ocean between us might do the trick.

The decision to make our move had been sudden and honestly not very well thought out. I had a habit for planning every single detail of my life, but this was something that I had just went along with, not bothering to think of any consequences like I normally would have. I had a tendency to do some crazy things growing up, but I always had to have some sort of plan before doing anything, otherwise I'd run the risk of getting caught. If there was one thing I was good at, it was not getting caught.

I was pretty content here in, London, for the most part. I was able to have a clear head and was already done with my second novel with the third one coming together nicely. To celebrate, Chris decided to throw a party. I knew this was more for his entertainment than mine, he knew I hated parties, the only time I ever went was when he or Samara would trick or guilt trip me into going.

Samara and I were in my room getting ready for the party, Samara had managed to get my makeup and hair done, much to my reluctance. I was still trying to get out of the party.

"Girls, come on the party is already starting and you two are still getting ready." Chris popped his head in, not caring if we were dressed or not. Not that he hadn't seen us naked before, but it was still rude.

"I'm ready." Samara whipped her head back to face Chris, who was walking in, throwing himself on my bed, he was already ready, in a simple black, relaxed suit and red shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his arms. She was such a suck up sometimes. Not intentionally, but it always ended up getting me in trouble.

"Kit, come on." He threw a pillow at my head. It was always the head.

"I don't want to go." I threw the pillow back at his stupid smiling face, but he deflected it. Unfortunately for me, he had learned early on that I had a bad habit at throwing things at him. "What's the point of me going when there is a house full of people for you to mingle with. I can stay here in my comfy sweatpants and read a good book to enlighten my brain."