A Better Life...In London?

Chapter 6.

Hey pumpkins, i would like to apologise. I'm so sorry, i realise i haven't updated in like over two weeks. I did write, but my laptop decided to be a smelly cheese and delete ALL the chapter just as i was about to update. But i re-wrote it, hopefully better. 

Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me, through this story so far and i promise, hopefully my updates shall be quicker. I think i'm going to be going on holiday in a few weeks anyway, KEEP CHECKING MY PAGE.

I hope you like this chapter, it may be kind of boring:/, but i can't really put 'drama' in yet. As it is the start, i'm trying to get used to the story aswell as you. Okay, long author note. GOODBYE BEAUTIFUL FANS! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT.

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P.S- Take a moment to appreciate 4/5 Janoskians in bow ties>> yep. I died too. Excluding the girl, HAHA.

I don't know what song suits this chapter, any suggestions anyone?..

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Chapter 6.

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I woke up to a light blinding me, even though my eyes were firmly shut. I couldn’t open my eyes. The light is strong and really bright, but why is it? Who turned a light on? Where was I?

A voice interrupted my thoughts, being a voice I recognised easily, Callum. 

I recognised the deep voice he had got, the deep voice he was happy about. When his voice had changed, when we were a bit younger, he immediately rang me up and i honestly didn’t recognise his voice. He sounded like a complete new person. He seemed much more grown up and obviously, being the way he was, he felt much more ‘manly’, as he says so. I think he is secretly a little girl, as he is still scared of many things but he doesn’t allow me to tell anyone that.

“Time to get up, you wouldn’t want to be late for work would you? It’s your first day!” I mentally beat myself up, why did I get a job again? On a Saturday? On most Saturday’s, people are going out shopping with their friends, or they watch films all day, or they simply just rest. Just lie in bed, mostly on their laptop. “Come on lazy bones, i know i am your best friend, but get out of bed, before i drag you out of bed.” He joked, giggling slightly, knowing i hated mornings.

I groaned a simple ‘ughh’, “You sound like my parents, Cal.” 

“You sound like a miserable teenager, I have been work all week to keep a roof over our heads and for us not to starve to death.”

I gently opened my eyes, closing them shut and opening them a numerous set of times as my eyes adjusted to the light. I felt like i am sat on the sun. I am warm from being in my thick pyjamas. In America, i’m used to wearing shorts and a little strappy top. But in England, it’s kind of the other way around. Unless it’s warm, but last night when i went to sleep i was freezing, so i added a thick jumper on and there I was. I wake up and i feel like i’m a boiling potato, not just a usual potato.

“I’m going to get up, Cal.---Now.” I said, gently closing my eyes as I started to drift off to sleep again.

“You’re going to sleep. I am not leaving this room until I see you’re out of bed and you’re in the shower.”

I threw the blankets off my legs, not feeling like any heat was lost from my body. All the heat is trapped inside this really warm clothing I was wearing. I slowly lifted my legs off the comfortable bed, swinging them around the edge of the bed until they had no support. I placed my bare feet on the cold floor, wincing at the temperature of the floor compared to my bed. I wanted to get back into my bed more than ever and go to sleep. But like Callum said, he wasn’t leaving until he seen me out of bed. He wasn’t leaving, he never did. He always stood there and laughed as he knew he was being successful in annoying me. I slowly lifted myself out of the bed, standing up on my now freezing feet and he smirked at me, leaving the room completely.