Trouble (a Harry styles/Calum hood fanfic)

Chapter 2

I almost laughed. Almost. I would have had I known if he were being serious or not.

"Go with you? To England? Are you mad?" I rolled my eyes, leaving him for our small kitchen. I was hungry and the only thing I was sure we had was the left over spaghetti from last night. It would have to do. I thought as I threw the plastic container in the microwave watching it spin around in front of me.

"It's a good idea" I could hear Charlie smiling at his idea, leaning against the door like he always did, but I wasn't going to look up at him.

England?

I've never even been out of the City let alone Country.

"It isn't. There's school.. And and work here"

"You already made it clear you aren't going back to Shakeys so let's not bullshit me Elizabeth" Charlie said clearly frustrated with me by not going along with the plan he thought was so brilliant.

"God stop calling me that!" I was annoyed too. You can't just decide to spur of the momently go to England. I mean I could. It would be totally in character of me to do something like this. But he was right, I had to be responsible now, especially since he wouldn't be here to pick up my slack anymore.

"Ellie. Think about it. What could be better than you and I taking on London?"

And with that the microwave beeped as if on cue and I nodded towards my food. "That"

"I won't be able to make you any more spaghetti if there's a fucking ocean between us" Charlie raised an eyebrow watching me dig into the container with my fork.

"Don't threaten me" I frowned with my mouth full.

"Attractive. That's great" he said sarcastically while I shrugged.

"Charlie, It's a place that I don't know. I won't know anyone.."

"You'll know me"

I ignored his comment and continued.

"I would have to go through that bullshit of trying to get into a school over there which by the way isn't guaranteed. And finally... Well that's all I have so yea" I thought I made a point and it was a good one. I thought it would be enough to get him to go back to the living room but all it did was provoke him and make him take a seat on the stool next to me.

"Oh please. You've had all A's since grammar school. You could get into any college practically easy."

It was true as astonishing as my personality was my fall back was my accomplishments during school. It isn't something you would easily guess about me mostly because I don't like to show how smart I am. It isn't any ones business to be honest.

The more I thought of reasons to not go, the more my subconscious thought of reasons to go. Because I hadn't anymore negative reasons, Charlie could tell he was winning but this was also due to me being easily persuasive.

I ate the last bit of spaghetti and sighed.

"London fucking Bridges"

*

Charlie had spent the rest of the night rambling about how we would meet amazing people and find a nice apartment together that his little internship would pay for. Which I thought was weird but I hadn't said anything.

He hasn't told me when we would leave yet. If I would stick to going. But I guess nothing was really holding me back was there. Charlie was the only family I had here, since my mom and brother moved to Tennessee early into My senior year. That's when Charlie and I got an apartment. He lived with his father who he hadn't really liked because he was never around. But his dad wanted to do something for him so he let us rent a room in this building he owns free of rent. Which I took for granted. Living free was good enough for me. Which is another reason I agreed to go with Charlie. I knew that if Charlie left his dad would have no reason to let me stay here free. And Charlie was right about my bluff. I hated both Chelsea and the dorms of UIC. They smelled like moth balls and vomit. Curtesy of my fellow classmates.