Just Because (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

"I know, don't be mad but we are moving out there for my treatment. I could get better." my mother says.

"I know and I want you to get better, but what about dads job? What about school? Do we really have to moving all the to California?" I ask. It's hard moving and especially because of my mothers treatment.

I have never really been fond of California either. Some people say they want to live there when the move but why? Because there are a lot of celebrities? There are a lot of celebs in Nebraska. I think. Okay, maybe not. But I don't pay much attention to them much anyways.

"Your dad already found a new job out there and I already started looking for schools for you to go to. Please do not make this any harder than it already is." she says as she holds her arms out for me to hug her.

"Okay. I just really want you to get better." I reply and go over to hug her. My eyes start to get watery but I stop and swalow them because if I start crying then she will too. And that's the last thing I need right now.

My mom recently found out she has cancer, Leukemia. She told me that she found that there is some kind of treatment in California. She also said that she would look for good treament out here... I guess she changed her mind. It really hit us when she told me and my dad. It was mainly because my grandma passed away two years ago from the same cancer. And the thought that my mom could be ripped away from me was horrible. 

"So when are we moving?" I asked, hoping it wasn't going to be any time soon. But with my mom, I could easily be wrong.

"Well... tomorrow night" she said, almost not sure of herself.

 "Okay" 

I was going to yell at her and ask her why she waited this long to tell me. But what was that going to do? Make her feel bad? I was not going to put her through anything to make her stress. So instead, I went upstairs and packed all my stuff for the move.

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"Would you like some water?" the flight attendent asked in a slight annoyed way. I nodded and she placed the cup on a mini board that folds on to the seat in front of me. I gave her a smile as she walked away.

I felt like taking a small nap on the plane but I couldn't because I had a bunch of thoughts about my new school and how I will probably end up sitting alone and have no friends and be the loner at  school. I keep over-thinking it and that makes me feel sick to my stomache. I don't think people want to change schools in the middle of thier sophomore year, but me, well I had just the luck. Yay.

We finally landed in Los Angeles at the  L.A.X airport. It was really big, bigger than the one in Nebraska. The only thing that bothered me was that their was a lot of people there. There was never as many people in Nebraska. It also smells really bad. I brought my jacket to my nose to try and stop the horrible stentch from being inhaled.

When my dad finally got our bags from the baggage claim, we headed outside to wave down a taxi. As I steped outside, a fresh breeze blew past me. Although it was hot, it still felt good. To me the weather was perfect, I was getting to like California much better already. I am starting to like it. 

The ride to our new house has been long and painful. Very very long. Three hours long and we still have another hour. My mom, dad, and I's luggage did not all fit in the trunk of the car so half of my moms' thing were piled on top of me and my dad. My mom got ride in the front, of course, with the taxi driver and was fine. Again, it smelt horrible in the car too. Like is this where you take a shit? Our taxi driver is a complete ass too. I think he was Indian, and he couldn't understand anything we told him or asked him. I had to use the bathroom, so I asked but he just gave me a 'what the hell does she want' look and it pissed me off. So now I am in a smelly taxi with a mean, fat dude, a full bladder, and a bunch of luggage piled on top of me. Maybe I judged California a little to fast.