The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 24. Sophia

As Marcel drives into the parking lot of our apartment my eyes widen and my mouth drops. What the hell?

Marcel: ''We're here.'' He smiles and gets out of the car.

I look at Joe and he has the same face expression as me. I think we are thinking the same. I tap Josephs shoulder and he immediately gets back to reality and gets out of the car. I sit in there looking at the house for a few seconds and then get out to get my bags. Marcel and Joe are discussing cars again while I am just stood here waiting for Joe to end the conversation. This house is enormous, like literally, gigantic. I hope it looks as good on the inside as it does on the outside. How could this house have been so cheap. It doesn't look like a typical teenagers home, but hey, if that is what I am gonna live in the next four years I am totally fine with that. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to see Joe.

Joe: ''Are you gonna say goodbye to Marcel or what?'' He laughs.

I haven't even noticed they ended the conversation. I walk towards Marcel to shake his hand, but instead he pulls me into a hug. It surprises me a little, but Marcel is a great guy so I hug him back.

Marcel: ''It was nice meeting you two.'' He smiles and gets in his car. ''See you in class Joe!'' He yells before shutting the door and drive away.

Joe: ''I don't really wanna know how it looks inside.'' I can tell by the way he talks that he is excited, so am I.

You: ''Me neither.'' I take his hand and run to the front door.

This is really it. I have the keys and right now, all I want to do is to get inside and get some food. I am so hungry, and we haven't really been able to eat except from the airplane where we got some food, but that is a pond time ago. I have not eaten in about 6 hours so I am pretty hungry. The drive from the airport to the house was about 3 hours. I am exhausted. I look at Joe and he nods. I smash the key into the lock, turn it and opens the door. Again we are stood with widen eyes and open mouths. This place is fantastic! It is so huge, but still so comfy. It looks like everything in here are vintage. Our mom and dad bought us some furniture to the house, which already is in place. I love this place, wow. Joe and I immediately run around in the house trying to find the bedrooms. I find them first and I smash the door open. Wow, I can not believe this house. It is amazing. 

You: ''Joe I found them!'' I yell and before I can think anymore about this room he is standing next to me. 

I point to the room next door and he runs in there. This is my room. My own room. It is kinda strange for me to be here, because there aren't any stairs. This is a one floor house and it annoys me, because I already miss the stairs from home. I have cried on them, been happy on them, lost my first tooth on them. Everything on them. It is also the place I broke something in my body for the first time. The thought of it makes me smile. I loved those stairs and I can not wait to see them again, I know it sounds weird, and it is, but those stairs just hold so many memories and now I live in a whole different house in another country with my brother. It is just so surreal. I walk to the bed and stroke the bedding, I then walk to the rest of the room and stroke everything else there is to stroke. For a minute I almost forgot how hungry I am. I go from my room into Josephs room and find him sitting on his bed admiring something. He is sitting with his guitar in his hands and a computer and a notebook and a pencil in front of him. Is he writing a song? He is playing a few accords and is humming something I can not hear. I don't know how to think about him singing, I actually can not imagine him singing. I don't think he is a very good singer. I knock on his open door and he jump.

You: ''What are you doing?'' I ask, knowing exactly what he is doing.

Joe: ''Uhm, nothing, you know, just learning a few new accords.'' He lies.