The Guy With The Rose

From the city

The car drive was silent,you could hear a pin drop, we just stared out introducing ourselves to the place we would now call home. A newsagents, a pub, a BNB and an old building which I reckoned was a church or chapel. Many people wove in and out of the village hall.

It was so different from Bradford, moving from a city to a village would take a long time to get used to. I could already see it was a quiet village where everyone knew everyone and from the look on the people's faces they looked like possibly the nicest people ever.

Coming from Yorkshire I knew my accent was quite distinctive so going to the new school,whose name I have yet to learn, I was going to be recognised more quickly.
The car slowly came to a stop and there stood the terrace house luckily we were the end terrace so we only had one next door neighbour. It was a small street,if you could call it that, compared to the ones in Bradford but I could see a corner shop at the end of the street. Was this going to be the place where I spend the rest of my life? I took a look at the house next to ours where I saw a shadow lurking behind some black curtains. All I saw was a mop of brown hair before it disappeared. Maybe I'll see him or her some day and maybe it'll be a good neighbour.

Stepping out of the car, I took in my surroundings the house was an average size with a small back garden and the front was occupied with my mums car. "Holmes Chapel is a village?" Zayn spoke breaking the silence. I didn't know if he meant it to sound like a question. "Mhhm" my mum replied whilst taking out our own luggage "The movers truck should be here in about an hour" Zayn and I both groaned I really wanted my posters I mean I couldn't spend another second without my One Direction I mean I needed my pop ups.

Opening the door, I stepped in and took one look at Zayn and we both legged it up the stairs, I ran into the room on the left and thank the God above that I found the big room which I screamed out as my own. Not a second later, Zayn bombarded into the room and literally whined making me burst out laughing until I was tackled to the floor. Only to be tickled everywhere despite my calls of defeat, soon enough he got off me. Getting up I stuck my tongue out and jumped onto the bed that had been placed in the middle of the room only to be joined by my big brother Zayn.

Zayns POV

"Z"
"Yh"
"Do you think dad would ever find us"
"Han don't worry if he ever steps a foot in this village I would be here to protect you"
"Z can I tell you something"
"Han you can tell me anything"
"I....I've been ermmm having nightmares where your not here and dad comes and.......
Before Hannah could finish her sentence she started to cry, there were millions of tears falling down her face. My initial reaction was to hug her which I did immediately did and pulled her onto my lap.
"Calm down Hannah you know I'd always protect you no matter what"
"Yh.....but"
I cut her off before she could say another word
"Hannah listen look at me"

She didn't turn her head so I took the liberty to turn her head up so I could see the glossy eyes and the multiple tears falling down.

"I'm always going to protect you remember that and I'll always be here whether it's dad or any other that comes along the path. Oh and I'm making sure your not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."
With that she laughed and wiped her face clean not before saying.
"I'm having this room"

We both ran downstairs and turned on the tv where The Simpsons Movie was on. Gradually, we all fell asleep cuddled up as one big happy family that has started a new beginning.
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