Chelsea Boots (A Tom Odell Fanfic)

Chapter 6

*Clara's P.O.V*

We arrived at a house which I presumed was Tom's. It looked like one of those houses you imagined when you were five years old, it was perfect. It had a cute garden at the front, which was obviously taken care of quite often. The house itself looked like it had been built at least a hundred years ago, but it was still up to date. I started to imagine Abby and Tom when they were younger, running round, laughing and having fun. I wish I could say that my childhood and teen years were the same, but it was far from perfect.

I'm not boasting about my family when I say this, but we were very well known in our village, we had more money than we actually needed, but money or being popular didn't please me. I didn't want to have the latest pair of shoes from River Island or the latest jacket from Topshop. I've always preferred to be alone, I suppose my family put me off socialising, having such a big family can be a pain. I have four other siblings, and they're all girls, which means there's always constant bitching in our house. I had two older sisters, who happened to be twins, and two younger sisters, who had much more freedom than I did than when I was their age. My younger sisters were the sort of girls that you wanted to be friends with at school. My older sisters were currently finishing their degrees at Cambridge University.

And then there was me, a twenty three year old girl wanting to design clothes for a living. This would of been easy to achieve if I had of stayed at home and listened to my parents. But being the stupid rebellious idiot I am, I ran way from home at the age of seventeen after a massive argument with my parents. For the past six years I've just hopped from one place to another, travelling the world. I didn't need a travel buddy, all I needed was my journal.

Anyway - enough of my life story, back to Blondie.

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We entered the house and Tom immediately ran into the kitchen and disappeared for what seemed like forever. I looked at the wall and saw loads of pictures of Tom and his family. There were ones from when he was at school, ones from holidays, and the one that stood out was a family portrait in the middle. Finally, Tom reappeared from the kitchen and directed me to the lounge. "Beer? Or are you more of a wine girl?" Tom asked. I laughed at his comment "I'm defiantly a beer girl!"

"So Clara, tell me about yourself" Tom said. I definitely knew this would be a long night.

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This was sort of a filler chapter, I'm sorry for not updating recently! THANKYOU FOR NEARLY 500 READS!! (: