I closed my eyes and let the world around me disappear . I was home for the first time in eight years . As we drove up the long gravel driveway to the house that had built me a thousand and one memories ran through my mind . This was where I had lost my first tooth where I had learned to ride my first bike . I opened my eyes as we came to a complete stop . Nothing had changed it was like taking a trip back in time, before the fame , before everything became complicated . I barely had the door opened when my mother came running out of the house and down the stairs straight for me .
"Oh Kyliee I'm so happy you're home . I've missed you so much . Come inside . "
She lead me into the house . My mother was only thirty - eight but she looked a little older after my father died when I was ten she seemed to age a little more every time she thought about him . The light she once had slowly faded into a dim glow he was her soul mate I guess . I stopped in my tracks when I had seen all the photos of me that filled the shelves and tables in the house . She had every important memory in my career on display from award shows to my performances . She seemed to notice my awe and smiled like a proud mother .
" I know it's weird . "
I smiled lightly " It's amazing . Honestly , I love it mom "
She was so happy I was home it was written all over her face , We went to the kitchen and she made us tea , and we talked about each others lives , I guess she knew I was home for a reason , and it wasn't because I missed it . Which I had more than I had realized actually , but I wasn't ready to tell her the real reason I was home . Not yet anyways . I let her tell me gossip and new things that were happening in Evesham . We keep each other company until well after midnight , and she had become so tired she could barely keep her eyes open .
I went up to my room. It was exactly the same I still had Backstreet boys and Nsync poster on my wall from when they were huge when I was like twelve . I ran a hand over my old piano there was absolutely no dust which meant my mother still took care of cleaning this mausoleum I had once called m room . I remembered writing my first song in this room on this piano when I was like ten . It was amazing how much time had flown by , how much thing had changed .
I pretty much collapsed into my bed the seventeen hour flight to England had barely killed me I was so tired . I stared at the ceiling for the longest time thinking about how I was going to tell my mother why I was really here . How I was going to watch her world slowly collapse around her like it did oh so many years ago ? Would she be able to rebuild everything again ? Would she have anything to fight for ? I couldn't stop the one little tear from escaping the corner of my eye . I closed my eyes to prevent anymore run always . I don't remember much after my eyes closed . If it wouldn't have been sunny when my eyes reopened I wouldn't have believed I had fallen asleep it took me a hour or so to even think about getting outta bed . I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself up.
I slid down the steps and found my mother in the kitchen with a surprise visitor . I stopped dead in my tracks " Harry Styles is that you ? "
He was so different yet the same the scrawny little boy with dirty blonde hair that I had grown up with was now a dark headed curly haired handsome man " Annie you look amazing more so in person then in a magazine or tv . I didn't know you were back in Evesham . How long are you here for ? "
