Returning Home

Chapter 4

After returning from my run about 45 minutes later I jumped in the shower quickly, taking my time washing my hair and shaving my legs, not only did I love being at the beach but even being in the shower relaxes me to, I love the feeling of the hot water washing over my body, relaxing my tense muscles. I'm such a water babe. Half an hour passes without me even realizing by the time i've stepped out the shower and wrapped myself in my dressing gown. Before deciding to change I make mum a cup of tea to wake her up so it gives me time to get changed for going out.

I never really make an effort to dress up or look my best when I go out. Maybe that's why I didn't have many friends back in Cornwall, because I didn't make a big enough effort all the time. Don't get me wrong, I did have some friends, people I would talk to during school and occasionally chat to over the internet but of course most of the time was spent with Harry. He respected me for who I am, there was no need for me to impress him by showing cleavage and a skirt that only just covers my vagina, I was perfectly happy with jeans and a hoodie. I kept a bit of make up handy for whenever I needed it for blemishes, and a little mascara here and there for special occasions. However, with being in a new place and a new start and all that I think I should make more of an effort. I know Harry wouldn't agree with me, changing what I look like and wearing make up, but I wouldn't say I was changing myself, just... upgrading. 

Trying to make myself look a little better seemed like more of a challenge then I expected. Searching through the rail on which my limited amount of clothing that I brought with me is hung I realize I actually have no clothes at all, it's just as well I'm going shopping today. I settle with a pair of floral print shorts and a fall out boy band tee. I'll buy some more, let's say, exciting, clothes later. Smiling at the outcome of my clothing choice as it didn't look to bad, I rubbed my damp hair with my towel. As I waited for it to dry I pick up my small make up bag and pull out my mascara, whipping a little bit over my already long lashes. Ruffling at my hair a little I glance at my full length mirror that is still to be put up on the wall. I'm actually pleasantly surprised at how I look. Although the outfit I did pick out from my limited choice was simple it doesn't look to bad, but what surprised me the most was how much different my face looked with just the small amount of mascara I applied. My eyes seemed to appear to be bigger and what is normally a dull grey colour seem to hold a little more sparkle to them. My hair looked different to. The little volume I added due to fluffing it up made it look completely different instead of my normal boring lifeless hair falling to my shoulders in natural waves, it looks more life like. Like I've actually tried to make my self look nice. I like it.  

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"Alex we're ready to leave" mum shouted up my flight of stairs to me. Quickly I shoved my tiny feet into my worn out pair of converses, holes practically forming in them. I bounced down the stairs, I still seem to have far to much energy seeing as I woke up early from the nightmare and going for a run to. 

"Shopping then?" I smiled at mum. 

"Defiantly!" 

Hopping into the taxi with mum we arrived at the mall only five minutes later. This is brilliant I couldn't help thinking to myself, I have the beach one minute from the house, the shopping mall five minutes down the road, I was really starting to like this. Me and mum walked into the mall together and I was shocked. It's huge in here and there's people everywhere. In the middle of the mall there was even a water fountain. Pulling mum into the shop we were closest to I squealed in delight, there was clothes everywhere. This was so much better then England. Brushing my hands through all the clothes I sigh. What the hell should I buy? After wondering around the store for a while just looking through the clothes I decided that maybe I should start trying some stuff on. I grabbed a couple of pairs of shorts and a few baggy t-shirts and some flannel shirts. Dragging mum to the changing room with me I made her sit through every outfit I tried on. 15 minutes later I had settled on a pair of white cotton shorts with flowers embroidered onto them, a pale grey pair of denim shorts and high wasted ones as well. I chose a few crop tops as well as two other t-shirts with "kiss me" and "hiya" printed across them. My favourite purchases though is a blue and green tartan like flannel shirt, very me I thought. Thanking mum for buying my things for me I dragged her into the next shop, this time not bothering to try things on and grabbing more denim shorts, a pair of dungarees and two more shirts. Deciding I had spent enough of my mums money today already she surprises me by also buying me a new bikini with blue flowers printed on it and a new pair of white converses. My mum does so much for me, I really couldn't thank her enough. Throwing my arms around her neck I give her a quick hug as I thank her. 

Mum has always been the strong one. Even when she was the one getting beaten around, she still got up every morning with a smile on her face. Always was there to help me, or give me a hug when I needed it. I don't know how she managed to keep everything together and act like nothing had happened the next day after the incident the night before, or not show her fear when she didn't know what to expect for the next night and the next and next and next. Until finally it stopped. He left, and not even a year later we left to. I respect my mum so much for how much on a strong person she is, I wish I had a ounce of her bravery. 

"Ready to leave?" my mothers voice broke me from my thoughts. Quickly swallowing the lump that had risen in my throat I smile nodding my head. 

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I can't believe how warm the sea is over here, I mean I expected it to be warmer then Cornwall's but this was lovely, I didn't even need to be wearing this stupid wet suit. Whilst I was bobbing around on my board waiting for a good wave my mind couldn't help but wonder off and start thinking about starting my new school. It was only one week away until my first day and I couldn't tell if I was nervous or excited. I was looking forward to this fresh start I kept trying to convince myself about, the new and improved me. I was looking forward to making new friends. I was looking forward to the attractive guys to. But, all of this with out Harry scared me, a lot. We shared the same friendship group so I didn't have to worry about not having any friends because he was always there. But what happens if no one likes me here, if I can't make friends. Then I don't have Harry do I? What will I do then? 

"Err, excuse me?" 

Turing around I see a vision of blonde beauty in front of me, forgetting about my recent thoughts.

"I think you may want to catch this one" the cutie smiles at me pointing to my on coming wave. 

I nod smiling "um, yeah thanks!" 

AN: Ohh, I don't normally have a thing for blonde boys other than Niall but this one is a cuite. I picture him a lot like Luke Hemmings. 

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