Feels Like Home (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 1 ~ Goodbye Manchester

+ Julie's Point of View +

"What? To Doncaster?!", I yelled. "Why?"

"Schh schh", my mom said, trying to calm me down. "Yes, to Doncaster. And why not, honey? It's a big opportunity for both of us. We can start a new life, and --" She smiled. "We need this, Julie. We need to move on. And we can't do that here."

I sighed. She was right. We had to move on. And we couldn't do that here in Manchester.

"Okey, I'm on. But when are we moving?"

"I'm going to Doncaster to look at our new house by the end of this week, so... Hopefully, very soon."

I nodded, and she smiled slightly.

* two weeks later * 

I took the photo frame from the nightstand and looked at it. It was a picture of me and Louise, taken when we were still in Junior High. We were dressed pretty awful, but we still looked cute though. Louise was really pretty. She always had been and she always will be. I always saw myself as the ugly friend, but now I couldn't even call myself that because I didn't have someone to be friend with?

Okey, Louise still was my friend. But I'd probably never see her in real life again. Except for if my mom changed her mind and decided that we should move to the US instead of fucking Doncaster, or if Louise would come back. But none of that would happen, so I could just stop dreaming.

I put the frame down in the big box where the things I was about to bring to my new home were supposed to be in. It wasn't much in it, though. Just some of my favorite books, some cool mix tapes Louise gave me before she moved (and yes, I still listened to mix tapes. That was, like, our "thing".), stuffed animals, posters and those kind of things. My mom had already packed my clothes and shoes down, so...

Now my room was almost empty. This was it. Bye house, bye Manchester and bye to old me.

"Honey, we're going", my mom said while walking by my room. "Say goodbye to your room."

I nodded slightly and waited until she had walked away. Then I walked up to my window and looked out. This was the last time I'd ever get to see Manchester from this point of view. That was kinda crazy. 

"Goodbye Manchester...", I murmured. Then I walked out of my room and went down the stairs. Before going out to my mom who was waiting in the car I just had to pass by our basement. I gently opened the door and whispered into the darkness: "Goodbye dad." And then I closed the door again and left the house.

"Are you looking forward to see our new house?", my mom asked. We had been sitting in the car for over an hour, and I was already tired of this trip. This was so boring. I hated car trips. I hated to leave our old house and I hated Doncaster. I hated everything and everyone! Except for my mom and Louise of course.

"Mhm. Of course I do", I mumbled.

"Great! The house is so nice! It has a beautiful garden and the rooms are just so--"

I stopped listening and just said "mhm" whenever I felt the need to. I didn't care what our new house would look like. Why would I? 

But the one thing I actually did care about was what my new school was going to be like. My new class and if there would be anyone who was willing to be my friend.

There probably wasn't.

But I knew there was people out there, having millions of friends (okey, maybe not millions. But at least five good friends), so why couldn't I get just ONE? Was I that ugly? Was I too stupid to be with? Was I too depressing? What was the fucking problem with me?

"We're here now." My mom stopped the car and gave me a big smile. "Come on! Let's go and check it out before the other ones comes with our furniture."

"Okey", I sighed and got out of the car. Our new house was right in front of me. It was made of gray bricks, there was a little staircase made of stone, and the window frames were made of dark brown wood. I had to admit it was pretty cute actually. But I still didn't like it. Because I didn't want to be here. But now I was going to live here until I finished school and could move wherever the fuck I wanted.

"Welcome home, sweetie." My mom opened the door, and I went inside. It was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. I really liked it, but I hated myself for it. 

"Why are we doing this again?", I asked.

"Julie, we're moving on. And this is step number one."

Well, make the best out of the situation, they say.

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