Break me free

chapter two

anna~

The feeling of insecurity swept over my whole body, engrossing it in it’s roll. That boy with the dark chocolate curls seemed somewhat interested in me today, I don’t understand why, I had seen him there a number of times every Friday sat behind his apple mac studying what was in front of him on the screen. He had never made any sort of contact with me before, yet today his eyes burned holes in my head as he stared at me silently begging for me to connect our eyes together. I had exited Starbucks quickly and jumped into the back of one of my fathers cars the Shafer waiting for me patiently to give him the go ahead. Eager to get away from the boys bright green eyes that poured into my own I gave him the signal to take me home. The home where I felt nothing, I could lock my self away and pretend I wasn’t there and nobody would know other wise, the home where I felt no love, no attention and no belonging. I felt as though I wasn’t wanted there, This was partly one of the reasons I sat in Starbucks every Friday behind my book. To escape the world, To escape the questioning glances I got when somebody recognised who I was. I didn’t like my life very much right now. I didn’t feel fit to be in position I was in. There was a lot expected of me, and I just didn’t feel that I fit the job description of being Simon Cowell’s daughter. The curly haired boys face swam around my brain, I knew him from somewhere, I had seen that handsome face before, I had seen those bright green eyes planted somewhere around London before. But where?.

”Ah hem. Ma’dam we are here” The Shafer I rightly remembered to be called Paul said politely as we pulled up outside my house.

”Thankyou paul, but please, How many times must I ask you to call me Anna?” I smiled as he opened the door of the shiny black car.

”At least one more miss Cowell” He grinned, laughing I took his hand as he helped me out of the car and led me up the steps to the front door.

”Goodnight Anna” He smiled and chuckled before moving swiftly to pick up our guests. I opened the big brown door that stood infront of me, letting my self into the house that I called home. Slinging my bag from my shoulder I hung it over the banister at the bottom of the stairs and made my way through to the kitchen.

”afternoon darling” my mum sang as she placed a cup of tea in front of me. I loved my mum I really did, It’s just you need a sense of security in your own home and around your own parents and I just didn’t get that.

”Thankyou” I smiled, shrugging off my jacket and placing it on the chair behind my I sat down at the breakfast bar looking around the huge kitchen taking in the smell of the home made bread cooking slowly in the cooker behind me. The black marble surfaces gleamed as the rays of light hit them from the roof lights above. The kitchen was always spotless, It was mums pride and joy. The cleaners seemed to enjoy being in the kitchen, god knows why.

”Mum..” I started I needed to know why I felt as though dad didn’t really want to seem to make time for me.

”Yes darling?” She questioned, a crease of concern formed on her forehead. DING DONG. The sound of the door bell sang through every single room in the house.

”Just a second sweetie” She smiled an apologetic smile before turning on her heel to answer the door. I sighed and turned my attention back to the tea in front of me, taking slow sips as not to burn my self I heard laughter break out in the corridor. It sounded like boys? A number of them infact. I jumped down from the red stool to go and investigate, placing my mug in the dishwasher I picked up my jacket and headed in the direction my mum had taken only a few moments ago. My mouth dropped open my eyes popped out of their sockets as I realised who the all important guests were, The boy band my father had not long ago signed. I let my eyes wander over each and everyone of the boys. The first one stood nearest me had dark brown hair that was swept across his face neatly, blue eyes like my own that twinkled when he smiled a perfect white grin formed on his face as he saw me stood their focusing on him. He wore red jeans that I must saw fitted him perfect bum nicely, a white t shirt with blue and red stripes and a pair of navy blue toms. The boy next to him had blonde hair styled on his head with a little flick of his fringe. His pale face making his bright blue orbs stand out by a mile. His crooked smile was sweet. He wore a red polo that hugged his toned body tightly, a pair of chino’s and red high tops. I noticed the boy next to him looking me up and down, his ‘justin beiber-style’ hair bounced as he nodded to what my mum was saying although he was clearly paying no attention to her. His brown eyes glowing in a confused look clearly wondering who the hell I was. He wore Chino’s a checked shirt and White high top converse, The boy next to him seemed to be extremely good looking, his dark hair styled into a quiff, his tanned skin looking extremely smooth and soft, his brown eyes full of love and a look of care spread across his pretty face. Wearing a plain T a black and white baseball jacket, jeans and high tops he looked fairly hot. And next finally was the last of the mysterious boys I recognised them all. I looked over the somewhat familiar face that stood last in line and my mouth formed into a sort of ‘O’ shape as I realised who it was. this is where I had seen him before.

harry~

Mrs Cowell was a lovely lady, really caring as she ushered us into her home and started to explain a few things, my mind somewhat still pre occupied with the mysterious starbucks girl. I was still unsure of where I had seen her before, Looking at the lady that stood before us she reminded me of her, she had the same bright blue eyes and perfect smile that lifted up to her eyes. Noticing a pair of eyes on me I looked past Mrs Cowell to see her, the starbucks girl. She stood there in all her beauty staring at me with her mouth hanging open in shock. I smiled at her. so this is where I knew her from, This was Anna Cowell