Chapter 21: Home Sweet Home

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Aichas P.O.V :

I got off the bus that had taken me from the airport to the center. Feeling good to be home again and be able to meet friends and family.

Decided to call Jonnie and see if I could come by and visit.

I called but he never responded, but I decided to come down anyway. He would of course not have so much to do. I took the bus to my house and threw the bags on the bed and went down to Jonnies place.

was greeted by chaos when I opened the door. People everywhere and Jonnie was busy. The pizzas here and there. And all I heard was "one direction pizza special." and I realized pretty quickly what had happened. After a while, people started to slowly disappear and the last customer paid for the pizza and walked out.

"Hey Jonnie I called but you were apparently full of things to do, I see."

"Hi Aicha good to see you here is not Karin with you? Just think that I remember her name."

"Hahah good job, eh no, she went home to Sweden to meet with family and friends before we go back to London again, how are you?"

"Okay, I'm fine bit much right now, are you hungry? Maybe a one direction pizza special?"

"Sure."

I sat down and after a while came Jonnie with my pizza. Thanks I said and started eating. "How did you get this idea? Pizza and everything."

I asked.

Well after you were here, I wrote out the picture and bought me a frame to put the picture on the wall. To earn some more money, I changed just the name of the pizza I made for the guys when they were here, they liked the pizza so thought why not one direction pizza special. On that way it has gone well, since the third day after when the guys were here, customers just stumbled in here and wanted to buy the pizza. Talked a long time with Jonnie before I went home to meet the family and some friends.

Karins P.O.V

Finally, I was home. Took my bags out of the bus and started to walk home. Greeted by my family and a very happy dog who was standing outside the house and meeting me up.

"Welcome home dear daughter," Mom said and hugged me. The clock was not much so had lots of time to rest and meet friends.

Dad had cooked food that was prepared in the kitchen. Although I had eaten on the bus earlier, it would be good with some food. We sat and ate a long time, mom, dad had lots of questions about how it was in london and when they would see Harry. I explained that we had not been together for so long that the boys would soon go on tour. After dinner, I got a message by harry who asked if we would facetime.

II went up to my room closed the door, called Harry.

"Hey sweetheart how are you was your trip?" he said, smiling.

"Hi, yes the trip went well and I feel good nice to come home, but miss you already know that we met early this morning but still."I said and wiped away a tear. "I know and we'll try to keep in touch with facetime when we are gone"

"And bye the way my parents are wondering when they'll see you, I said that you would soon go away to Australia, but I'll try to take you here or something even though it might be difficult."

"how's the family Anne, Gemma, Robin? how does it feel to be home?"

"Well it feels good nice to have been off for a while and be able to go home., but of course it will be fun to go to Australia."

We talked a short time before Harry had to hang up.

"must go now sweetheart food waiting sorry to talk tonight okay? loves you" And then he kissed the camera. And i said good bye love. Before we hung up and the screen went black.

heard a knock on the door and mom step. "Hey excuse me if I disturb but the letter from the school has arrived" I was shaky and would just open letter then I realized that I would call Aicha.

"Hey did you get the letter" I said with an excited voice. "no, wait a minute and I'll check" After a few minutes she was back. "I have received the letter should we open?" "Yes of course okay 1....2....3"

Then I heard Aicha screaming "Fuck Karin" I did not know if the words were good or bad. All I wanted was to Aicha and I would have to start in our schools.

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