imogens pov
Home. Such a simple word. H O M E. It’s one of the first thing children learn, that where they live is their home and that they’ll always be safe and welcome there. You never forget that.
Now, my childhood was shattered. Home didn’t exsist, it never really did. It was just a house with everyone pretending and hoping that our house might turn into a home.
It never really did, but everyone just kept pretending and hoping.
That was all inside my head, the dark sort of things that I never revealed that I thought about. Life wasn’t supposed to be dark and lonley, but sometimes it just was. Like when Shaun slammed the door in my face, it was pretty painful, but I couldn’t let anyone, especially him know that it’d hurt me.
We were having a tour meeting, or rather jumpnow and Jimmy were having a tour meeting whilst I sat and pretended to listen. When Jimmy first got here about an hour ago the look on both his and shaes faces were far more than magic. Far more than pleasure. It was the look that people had when they got something they’d wanted for so very long.
That was the moment when it dawned on me that home wasn’t really an actual place, but a feeling. A feeling of being secure, of being wanted, of being loved. Home was anywhere that you were with the people that mean the most, and my home was here, for the first time since being back I was totally happy.
Bellas pov
In the end I ended winning the fight with my mother, which meant for now I got to stay!
I missed my dad, I wish he’d never walked out of my life. I wish he’d stayed. My mum was alright, but she never fully understood me and never really tried because apprently she wanted a baby boy and ended up with me. Which she still, nearly 17 years later blamed on me. This is something she didn’t like admitting so if you used it against her in an argument you usually won.
Only problem now was that I was still so angry and upset at what imogen had done to me. Sometimes not even a hug from Andy could make it okay. But none of that really mattered because I was here, now and it was amazing.
I was getting better at bass every day, my fingers moving faster and more agile then I ever imagined.
We spend hours every night just sitting, plucking out chords and writing funny little songs about each other. Every morning I woke up with fresh hope, that everything would be okay and I was here. And wanted
