Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Indie's pov

I find myself looking out the window of the aeroplane, excited for what waits. I can't help but smile, this all seems like a dream.. it seems so.. unreal.

I'm on an aeroplane to Washington, Port Angeles if I am being exact here. I'm from Australia, it seems so weird to think that my life's going this way, parting from my family friends back from home, leaving everyone.
Everyone except my family, we were all moving here. I'm starting my last year of being a senior, a new school, new friends, new rules.

Australia is where I've grown up, I've been there my whole life up until now, I never imagined my parents to do anything like this. I mean, they are quite spontaneous.. but this.. I can't quite explain it. We didn't really have much of a motive for moving, not a motive that you would expect at least. We just decided that our lives were becoming dragging, my parents wanted to explore new job opportunities too.

There's only a small difference now, I used to go to private school, not for any particular reason, just because my parents wanted me to get the best education I could. Private schools have uniforms with dress codes, strict teachers and a lot of heavy rules, now I'm going to a public school, no uniforms. It's kind of reliving, I hate wearing the same uniform everyday, now I don't have to.

I see a text pop up from my boyfriend, great. I unlock my phone, stop my music and tap into the messages.

Andrew: you ok?

I roll my eyes slightly, my finger pacing over the keyboard, trying to figure out how to reply, I press play with my music again and go to put my earphones back in but I am stoped by the touch of a gentle hand.

"You can't keep leading him on, you know he will go to the lengths to come and visit you soon." I listen to my mums voice from next to me as she warms me, reading over the texts.

I sigh. I had told her about how I was thinking about breaking up with him, I mean.. I can't do the long distance thing, I really can't. He is amazing but it feels like he has been purposely getting really clingy over me for the past couple of months and it's all too much. He knows I'm not going to be able to talk to him as much because of the time differences too, and all the things I have to learn.. it's just all very overwhelming.

I tried breaking it off with him a couple months ago but things just got even more complicated. I figured doing it while we both were away from each other would just be easier—maybe I'm cruel for that, but it just seems easiest. 

"I know, I just don't want to hurt him." I sigh, I lock my phone and turn the screen away, resting my head against the aeroplane window.

"Maybe don't do it over text." I hear my fathers grumpy voice as he leans over to look at me from next to my mum.

"I wasn't planning on doing that.." I find myself wondering if I actually would—take the cowards way out and just do it over text, but.. he has treated me so well and I couldn't do that to him. Why is dad so concerned about it anyway?

"It's just.. I want a fresh start, that's what we came here for." I tell them, they both nod their heads in agreement.

"He's been nothing but trouble for you for the past couple of months, even before he knew we had made the decision to move, I don't blame you for making this decision, don't be so hard on yourself." My dad tells me with a slightly stubborn tone, I nod my head thinking about the trouble he caused. It wasn't the bad kind of trouble where you cheat on your girlfriend, more like we always have had trouble with being able to talk about our feelings and get deeper into the relationship. It was weird though, he was so out there and knew so many more people than what I did. It was easy for him, he was on the school council, he was a role model to a lot of students, he still is. I don't get why we never really have been able to be open to each other.