A New Turn

Chapter 1

3 Months Later

It had been a hectic 3 months. Ever since I had got my letter from Pulse, so much had happened. Mum went absolutely nuts when she found out. And then the stressing started. Mum ran around the house each day like a mad man, booking my flights, buying me clothes and new dancing shoes, it was crazy. Yet I did have no place to stay, which was a pretty big thing not to have. I needed something close to the school or the Underground but nothing was up for sale, or there would be something and it would be waaaay out of our price range.

Oh man, what was I going to do? Was I going to have to retract my acceptance to Pulse? At that point, it was looking like it was going to be the only option.

I took a deep breath before I stood up off the couch and strolled down the hall into Mum's room to tell her what our only option was. I held a very glum look on my face as I entered her room. I could hear her on the phone to someone. It sounded like she was just about to wrap up the call. Yet she did keep saying thank you which seemed odd.

Mum hung up the phone and placed it down on her bed. She looked over at me and a large smirk appeared on her face. I spoke immediately, "Mum, I have to drop out. There is no other option". Mum looked at me with an twinkle in her eyes. "But what if there was another option?". My head raced with responses. I settled on "Um, what?".

Mum grinned and spoke "I found you a place to stay!". At this point, I had absolutely no idea of what was going on. I thought had had some sort of happy gas. "Harry! Your best friend? He lives in London! I can't believe we forgot about him! He said you could live with him until you found a place!".

This was going to be weird. Not that I didn't love Harry.

Harry Styles was my best friend and I told him everything. But I hadn't physically seen him since he was our exchange student a few years back.

3 years earlier

"So our exchange student is coming tomorrow yeah? And he's sleeping in the guest room?" My younger brother Ethan was speaking to mum as she was serving dinner. "Yes yes yes! Will you stop stressing? He's from England! It's not like we are going to have to translate every time he speaks!". I actually couldn't wait for this. To have a guy in the house, who wasn't my brothers or my dad made me very excited. And no I didn't have plans to make a move. I just thought it would be fun.

My other younger brother Dylan walked down the stairs in time for dinner and casually chimed in on the conversation. "So where are we going to take him?". Then Mum and Dad mumbled to my brothers about hot spots in Victoria that they were hopefully going to take our exchange student to in his six week stay.

The next night arrived. We all crammed into the car to go pick him up from the airport. I didn't speak in the car ride. I never did. It wasn't that I didn't like the people who I was with, it was just that, wow, I'm actually not sure what it was.

We arrived at the airport, walked into the terminal before waiting about half an hour for him to arrive. I think mum and dad had about 3 coffees in that time. To be honest I was really surprised that they hadn't needed to pee yet.

About 20 teenage boys and girls then stepped out of the doors. A lot of families then headed towards the pack so I imagined that they were the exchange students. I rushed towards them, along with the rest of my family to go meet a guy named Harry Styles.

We asked around a little but we did finally found him. His brown curly locks rolled over his smiling face. His emerald green eyes felt like they could cure a sickness. I wasn't falling for him though. I swear.

We arrived back at home, gave him the tour of the house (there really wasn't an awful lot to show) and ate dinner. Everyone but me quizzed him on the usual get to know you questions. He told us that he liked playing tennis, he lived in Cheshire and he really enjoyed music. I didn't say much throughout the night. I just sat and listened.

After everyone went to bed, I just sat up and thought. Not about anything specific, just about life. And I definitely didn't think about Harry...

His hair...

His eyes...

When suddenly, a soft knock on the door filled the room.