I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 76 Home is everywhere

  

Two days in New York has opened my eyes, seeing and witnessing new things makes me smile. The school was magnificently beautiful, the music and talent that flood the halls warmed my insides-I am obviously going to remember these two days...the next thing that I have to take into consideration is going to school here.

I said my "see ya soons" to Greg and Ashley, because a "goodbye" is saddening and a "soon" is comforting and brings hope. We have exchanged numbers that first night, so we have been texting multiple times during anything, Tori and I have kept in contact and I honestly can't wait to see her and tell her everything. The last few hours she hasn't answered my texts, I figure she probably hasn't woken up yet.

The cab is driving in a slow pace that is calming, and gives me a chance to reflect and ponder. Couples, children, adults, and elderly folk walk down the streets with smiles and multiple bags slumped over their shoulders. Tall skyscraper buildings tower me and I feel like a small child being stared down at by their parents. As we pass the "slum" streets of New York my heart goes out to all the poor and homless men, women, and children.

The sun is warm and comforting on my tan skin, my eyes becoming heavy from its bright light. I rest my arm in a wing shape onto the window, and lay my head down onto it, watching scenes and events happening in a fast motion. Every sound and every troubles in my life vanish as I watch every new face that walks, runs, or shouts. I'm glad to know that I am not the only person that has troubles, I knew that before but sadly I never thought much of it until now.

  "Miss, we are here." The taxi driver tells me, in a Brooklyn accent. I hand him the money, and he scolds me for mistakenly giving him English money, he smiles horridly when I give him the American money. "Thank 'ya." He says.

The sun is much warmer when I walk out the taxi, the sun kissing my skin letting my muscles relax. The walk to the rental car place is a few feet away, I shouldn't have given that man a tip due to his laziness of not taking me the whole way.

  "Hello how can I help you?" An elderly man, almost in his fifties, says without looking up from the "smut" magazine, flipping a page. "The booklet is over there." He points to a stand stacked with hundreds of booklets, of which will help you find a car.

After taking twenty minutes to find a car, I finally choose one. "I'll take number...347 please." I smile at him, maybe my politeness will rub off and affect him.

  "Whatever." He says going to the back. I look around making sure no one is there, and look at the magazine which, I was right, happens to be a "smut" magazine.

  "Here, that'll be $500 and if you crash it or damage it you have to buy it." He tells my.

  "I assure you, I will take care of it." I say politely trying not to be rude. "Thank you." I smile at him and walk to the car waiting outside.

(Don't Forget Where You Belong One Direction)

The car is white, big, and is a range rover. The car's interior is black leather with white seams, the car reminds me of his. The car itself takes my breath away, but by it looking the same as Harry's takes it away even more.

The drive through the hillside to go to Pennsylvania is extraordinary, the large hills and multiple trees covering it is beautiful. The sun lays upon the hills making the scenery look fake. The birds chirp as I put the window down, the warm summer mixed with fall breeze is cool on my skin. Music fills my ears soothing, and making everything much, much more beautiful.

Two hours later I arrive infront of my old house-the house where my mother and I got away from my abusive, alcoholic father. The house still looks the same-small, white, with black shutters. The door opens to reveal my mom.