Same Difference

Chapter 11-Hide, and hide well.

I curled up in my aeroplane seat and stared out of the small rectangle window. The air hostess offered me different fancy foods and cocktails but I refused them all. In the end they convinced me to have a bottled water. I sipped it and watched the grey clouds pass for six hours. Six long, long hours.

I just can't believe they forgot, I understand Logan and Marcel not knowing. Maybe even James but not my own father. If he doesn't even care enough to remember the day I was born how could he possibly care enough to want me around.

The plain landed in a huge airport and I unfolded my stiff body, I need to find a bathroom and get out of these clothes. My stomach feels like hell but I guess that's what happens when you fly three weeks after surgery.

I grabbed my bag and found a bathroom where I changed into leggings and a t-shirt, I put on an oversized green Jack Wills hoodie and braided my hair. Then I found an ATM and drew out $10 000 from my trust fund. I'll need it because I can't use the card, not unless its an emergency. Dads probably trying to find me right now. 

I pulled out my phone and googled flats for sale, there was a small one bedroom flat above a bakery for sale and the advert said the bakery needed someone to work the counter and help out. Perfect.

I walked from the airport to the bakery and called the number on the advert.

'Hi, I'm calling about the flat you advertised with the position in the bakery?'

*Oh yes dearie! You're interested?*

'Um, yeah. I'm actually outside the place and it looks lovely.'

There was a pause and then the elderly voice answered.

*Are you the girl with the black and purple hair?*

'How did you know I had...'

The line went dead.

Well that was nice. Not. Someone patted my back and I turned to face a sweet looking old woman in an apron and hairnet.

'Well hello dearie! I thought it was you, I'm flora.' She was watching me? Well ok.

'I'm Evelyn, um, not to be forward but how much do you want for the flat?'

'Oh, well l, I was hoping for about $900?' Only!?

'Really? I'll take it! I can even pay you now.'

'Oh, well alright. I suppose so and you'll be working in the bakery too?'

'Yes, yes please.' I nodded.

'Ok, I'll show you around and we can discuss your wages.'

I smiled and followed the old woman inside. Well that was easy.

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It was a modest flat with average sized rooms, nothing fancy but at least it was comfortable and prefurbished. The walls were all pale blue with white doors and dark wood flooring. I stuffed my clothes into the small wardrobe and collapsed on the floral bed. I can't believe I'm spending my eightteenth birthday alone in a small flat with no friends. If my mom were alive I would probably be out shopping with her and Eleanor, having fun not hiding in Bradford. Hmmm maybe I'll get a British accent? Naaaaah, I'm gonna try to keep my own accent although I don't really see speaking in an Irish accent as an accent since I've done it all my life.

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I've been working in the bakery for about a month now. My dad and the boys keep calling but I refuse to answer. Logan calls the most, surprise huh? Well I don't care because I love my new life. My day usually goes like this: Wake up, get dressed, have breakfasts with the two old women who own the bakery. Then I work from eight, when we open to twelve, have an hour for lunch then work until five. I'm mostly behind the counter serving people but I also keep the store clean by sweeping, washing floors or windows and of course cleaning ovens. I earn enough money for food although I did have to spend some of the money I drew out on clothes. I should have brought more than one backpack of clothes, I admit that was stupid.

I'm enjoying myself but I feel like having some fun tonight so I'm going to a karaoke bar. I've always loved singing and I seem to have a nice voice like my brother. I think. Well I hope.

The bar is called The headless Britt, I wonder who made that up? Oh well, I'm gonna have some fun and just enjoy myself.

I want to reinvent myself. I used to be shy, fashionless, loner girl. Well, no more! I'll get rid of my stage fright if it kills me.

Author's note: She's in Bradford!!! For those who don't know, Bradford is in England, Britain. Bradford is also the home town of Zayn Javvad Malik!!!

Yep... I'm a HUGE Directioner.

XOXO