Blink Twice

Chapter 2

When I woke up we still had about an hour left on the plane. Great, now I can sit here and do nothing, while my mum snores on my shoulder. Gemma, my older sister had a hard time leaving her friends. Yea, she might be 21 but we are too close to ever live in two different countries. Gemma has dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She too was devastated and lost when father died. They were close, like really close. Being the only daughter, he loved her the most. But who wouldn’t she’s perfect in everyone’s eyes. She's really shy, too shy, which is why I worry for her in this new country, that she might not try to make friends.

What seems like 5 hours later the plane finally lands. It's a relief, but the nerves are starting to get the best of me. What if people don't like me? I was popular at my old school, will all that change? I get my stuff off the cart and head over to the rental car which will take us to Michigan, my new home.

The next 5 hours go faster than I imagined. We arrive at a small cottage style house. “Greaaat.” I say with obvious sarcasm in my voice.

“Don’t worry honey, this is a friendly, nice neighborhood.” Mom states with a too cheery voice.

“Looks to me, like I will move out.” Gemma says as she opens the door to our new house.

I look around the small but neat house. “Take me with you, yea?”

Gemma laughs, but mum glares at me. “Whoops.” I mumble as I head to my bedroom, which is up stairs.

My room is pretty sweet, I can't lie, but I'm still not liking this house. Why did we have to move here? I finish throwing everything into drawers and I go back downstairs. Mom is already in the Kitchen, putting all the pots and pans where they now belong.

" Why don't you go see if you can make some friends Harry? I hear there's a boy your age in the house to the left of us." I don't really want to go do anything, but I really want to get out of this house.

"Fine" I mumble.

I walk to the house and knock on the door. Nobody answers after at least 5 knocks, and when I'm turning around to leave, the door opens. A guy with blonde hair, who I'm assuming is the boy my age, answers the door.

" Hello!" he says a little too cheery. He's got an irish accent.

" Hey, I just moved here to that house" I point to my house, which looks like a dump compared to his huge house.

"Cool! It's nice to finally have someone my age around here. Come on in!" he says.

"Oh and my name is Niall."

"Harry" is all I say.

“Would you like a soda?” asks Niall as he grabs two cokes and offers me one.

“Thanks mate.”

“Sooo.. Do you play any sports?” Niall asks while taking a seat next to me in their fancy kitchen.

“Nah, a little here and there, but no. You?” I ask curiosity taking over.

“Yeah, I play soccer, but I enjoy playing guitar and dabbling with my karaoke set mostly.” He laughs a little as if remembering a good memory.

"Really? You play guitar, and sing? I used to be in a band back in England. We were called the G's!" I say, starting to like this guy.

"Thats awesome! I have a band too. We are called One Direction. I'll have to introduce you to my band mates, you'll like them!" he tells me. Wow I'm making friends!

As if on cue, a dark haired guy walks in.

“Hey Zayn, this is Harry. Just moved in next door.”

“Hey man, I’m Zayn Malik, it’s nice to meet you.” Zayn says joining is at the table. I take in the appearance of the guy, kind of surprised he's friends with Niall. He's got tattoos all over the place, and he doesn't look like he's too great of a kid.

" Well I better go home and help my mum unpack" I say, kind of intimidated by Zayn.

" OK, see ya" they say in unison.