'Taste the rainbow (Harry Styles fan-fic)'

Chapter 6: Its like home...

Veronica's POV  

  The time had come and gone by so fast as I said my goodbyes to everyone. I hugged Alan and Carter the tightest before bidding goodbyes and tears. I got onto the plane and put my carry on bag above my seat. I scooted over to the window and looked out at the airport. I was excited to be going to London to move in with the boys, but also sad that I'd be leaving family.     

Wait. I'm moving in with the boys. Harry. I suddenly groaned and grabbed my forehead, pulled at my hair, and quenched my eyes closed. "Flight 21 to London now leaving. Please fasten all seat beats and turn all phones off. Enjoy your flight and thank you for choosing to ride with American Airlines."   

  I put on my seat-belt and looked out as we started to move down the long road. No one was by me so I stretched out against the surprisingly spacious and comfy seats. Lifting off into the air, I looked out of the window one last time and waved as if someone was actually going to see and wave back. When they said the okay to turn phones back on, I plugged in my ear buds and fell asleep to the wonderful tunes of Ed Sheeren and Kris Allen.     

  Harry's POV  

I let go of Jesse and turned to see Taylor looking at me. "Want to explain what's going on?" She said strictly. Drunkenly, I stumbled over and whispered close to her face. "You're a skank." She gasped and slapped me across the face. I merely smiled and got out of the pub quickly. Somehow, I was able to get Paul to come pick me up. "C'mon Harry, the jets waiting already." I fell asleep in the back of the car, and felt myself being softly placed in a bed later.   

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I was shook awake by Liam and got off the jet, stumbling still completely hungover. "This is gross to watch." I heard Zayn whisper to Louis. He nodded and helped me into the car waiting for us. Finally taking off, I watched the scenery and for some reason wondered about Ron. With my thoughts still on her, we arrived at the One Direction house and unpacked everything. "Now boys, Ron's going to be here soon so be welcoming and Niall, show her to her room okay?" Niall smiled and nodded. I groaned and went up to my room, falling into the soft bed.     

    Veronica's POV  

  I woke up to a flight attendant shaking me. "Mrs. The planes landed." I smiled and unbuckled. I grabbed my back pack and turned on my rock music to a higher volume. On my backpack were bungee cords holding my skateboard to it. I tugged the skateboard out and set it under my arm. I went to the suitcase thing and looked for my bags. I never liked suitcases, they always hit the backs of my feet.   

  I grabbed the large bag and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages, finding the one telling me the One Direction house address. I wrote it down on my arm with the sharpie I carried around in the back of my black denim shorts. I straightened out my  Tennessee whiskey shirt and tied my shoelaces for my vans before going out side, setting down my skateboard, and heading in the direction of the house.   (picture on the side)

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  I typed in the code for the gates and walked inside, the skateboard now fastened back to the backpack. I readjusted the bag on my shoulder and let the gates close behind me. I walked up to the doors and knocked. Not too much later, Niall opened the door and yelled back, "She's here!" Zayn came around the corner and gave me a hug after Niall. Liam came out from around the corner shyly and shook my hand. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug. "We're cool, don't worry." He smiled and blushed, looking down. 

    Louis came down the stairs and looked at me, nodded and went into another room. "Harry's still a bit hungover right now....I suggest not going into his room which...is...right by......yours...." Niall slowly trailed off. I just shrugged and followed him up the stairs. "Well, here you are." I thanked him and walked into the plain white room. An already dressed bed with white was there and black furniture was scattered around the room. I set down my back pack and bag. "Well, better get to unpacking."   

  --2 hours later--

    I looked around the new room, everything in order and black bedsheets instead of white. I had to do something about the walls though. I looked at the window and slowly advanced towards it. I opened it up and looked down. Not too bad of a fall. I grabbed my board and praying to God, jumped out and landed swiftly on my feet. I unlocked the back gate with a pass code then quickly ran off into town looking for a paint place. Not even a half hour later and I was back home going through the font door holding a bucket of black paint and an ice cream cone.    

I took a bite of it and shut the door only to be welcomed by eight glaring eyes. Still no Harry. I brushed past them, continuing to eat my ice cream and wandered up to my room. I noticed the door open a crack when I had left it closed. I walked inside and saw Harry relaxing on my bed on his phone. "The fuck douche bag?!" I exclaimed. "So the bitch is back." He said not even looking up. "Out." I sighed. He got up and walked past me, purposely bumping his shoulder into mine.   

  I groaned. Welcome to the One Direction house.   

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As they called me down for dinner, I wiped my forehead, the pony tail and bandanna still not stopping the sweat. I came down from the dresser I was standing on and looked around my room. Only half of the wall was painted with weird designs and covered with pointless things like paper airplanes, wadded up trash, skateboarders, and even water splashes.

      I waddled downstairs, grabbed the plate of food they had made for us, and went back up without a word. "Hey! We eat together you know!" I smirked. "I know!" I called back. In record time I finished the food and went back to decorating with the black paint. I put paper airplanes here with their trails, water splashes there, and flying wads of trash in different spots. Nearly an hour later and the whole room was done. It was nearing 11:00 at night, so I sat down and skyped Alan.

      "Hey there dolphin!" He boomed out when he answered. I smiled. "Sup panda." He leaned in close to the camera and looked at the room from his angle. "Really made it look like home. Skateboards on the wall and everything. You even made the designs!" I chuckled and yawned. "Yep." He smiled. "Go get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." I smiled lazily. "Thanks Alan, night."     

"Night." I disconnected the call and crawled into my bed. As I looked around I started wonder about what Alan said; it really is like home, isn't it?