Friendship Never Ends (One Direction)

Chapter 2

"Harry!" I screamed. "Harry, mummy said not to go over here!"

"Don't worry, Steph, I'll be careful," Harry replied, stepping on the log.

"Harry, no, please come back," I begged. He turned around and faced me.

"Steph, I'll be alright. I've done this before."

"Yeah, but it's really wet and you could slip," I reminded him. He gave me a look before twisting his body back around.

I walked towards the log and looked down. The dip is really deep, and if he falls, he could get hurt. I knew we shouldn't have come out here.

"Harry, please!" I pleaded.

"Shush, I'm trying to focus," he said.

I watched as he set one foot in front of the other, slowly walking across the wet, mossy log. He was almost halfway there when his brown boot slid off the side of the log, causing his weight to shift to one side. In slow motion, gravity took over and he fell down to the blackness below.

"Harry!" I yelled, trying to move my legs to reach out to him, but they wouldn't budge.

 "Harry!" I repeated, my legs suddenly feeling sore. I snapped my eyes open to realize I was in a seat. My mum looked at me confused but worried, her hands on my shoulders.

"Stephanie," she said. I took in deep breaths as I inspected my surroundings. I was on a plane with people surrounding every inch of me.

"Steph, are you all right, honey?" my mum asked. I gulped and tried to find the words I was looking for.

"Y-yeah, I think so," I replied. "But Harr-"

"Ssshh, it's ok. We'll be landing in Milwaukee in an hour," she shushed me. She took one more look at me before taking her hands off of my shoulders and settling into her seat.

The next hour felt like an eternity. I couldn't get the image out of my head of Harry slipping and falling. I hoped nothing like that has actually happened to him while I've been gone.

We landed in Milwaukee and it took us another hour to grab our stuff and get out of there. It was about 11pm by the time we located the exit. My mum called a taxi to take us to our hotel that we booked for that night. We would be seeing our new house tomorrow.

My family and I arrived at the hotel and we checked in. The minute we entered our room, we were all fast asleep. I was surprised I fell asleep again, considering I took a 6 hour nap on the plane. Oh, well, you can never have too much sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my mum getting ready in the morning. Not long after I got up, the rest of my family did, too. We descended to the lobby, where an employee showed us the hotel's restaurant. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I could smell the scent of breakfast. Their food here is similar to what we have back home, but some things were very foreign. I took whatever food I recognized and finished first. Not bad for my first meal in America.

After breakfast, we headed back up to our hotel room and grabbed our things. We checked out and called another taxi to take us to our new house. The ride was about 10 minutes long, and I couldn't help but notice how many things were different here. It felt really weird, and I didn't think I was ever going to get used to this.

The taxi driver pulled up in front of our house in a nice neighborhood. From the outside, our house looked a lot bigger than what we had in England, but the inside felt even bigger. As I checked out each of the rooms, my eyesight appeared blurry and salty tears slid down my cheeks. I didn't like this feeling, coming to this huge place and being told that you're living here for the rest of your life. I ran up the stairs and entered an empty room, shutting the door behind me and sliding my back against the door. The tears came pouring out, never ceasing. I cried for what seemed like hours, but in reality, only a few minutes. They finally began to stop when I heard my mum calling my name to come and help her. I gathered up as much courage as I had left and exited the room, climbing down the stairs and helping her unload boxes and bags.