Changes (L.P. Fanfic)

Chapter 2

 (A/N: New chapter, I SUCK at updating I know, I'm sorry, I say that a lot bc I suck. But I love you guys and I hope ya'll love me too! More updates are to come soon. If you guys bug the shiiit out of me I'm prone to update faster, my only excuse is that I forget and I'm SUPER lazy! So yeah, anywhore. ENJOY! Dedicated to chubbybutt because I've been reading a lot of her stuff lately. My favorite comment gets a dedication (;; Song is All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor bc I LOVE HER AND THIS SONG OMG!)

The next two weeks were spent packing everything in the house except the furniture, which we would be selling. The girls and I had a GNO (Girls Night Out for those of you who live under rocks (; ). Harrison came over a lot, helping me pack and such. In all the time we spent together we never brought up the subject we knew needed to be discussed. We knew what was going to happen, we just didn't want to admit it to ourselves. Finally it was our last night in Oklahoma, the whole gang was here. I hugged Alex and Jules goodbye, then they left leaving Chels, Harrison, and I. I handed Chelsea my goldfish in his bowl, she set it on the table.

“Take care of Rover for me ok Chels?”

She sniffled and nodded.

“I will I promise”

“I'm going to miss you so much” I stated, hugging her tightly.

“I'll miss you too”

“Bye Chels”

“Bye Rocky”

And then it was just Harrison and I left. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. I finally gave in and sighed.

“We need closure Har”

“I know” He whispered.

“So I guess this is it huh?” He said. I nodded.

“You know it's the best option”

“I know, I just don't want it to be” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips, soft yet passionate. A tear slipped out of his eye.

“Goodbye my Rocky. Don't forget me”

“I couldn't if I tried” I whispered, tears running down my face.

He nodded and walked out of my front door.

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The next morning I got up and put on the outfit I had laid out the previous day. Maroon skinny jeans, an oversized cream sweater, black Doc Martins, a maroon slouch beanie, my One Direction bracelet and Half a Heart necklace. I curled the ends of my hair and put on a light layer of foundation, winged eyeliner, and mascara. I applied my favorite red lipstick and was finished. Satisfied that I looked better than I felt I put my makeup in its travel case and packed it into my carry-on. All that I had with me was my phone, a book to read on the plane, my Ipod, a change of clothes, and my makeup. Everything else had already been packed up and shipped off to the new house in London where a truck was to meet us. Mom popped her head in the door,

“Our car will be here any moment”

“Ok momma”

I looked around my room, the walls were bare, all my posters were gone, all the picture collages I made of me and my friends shipped off. The furniture was still here but nothing looked the same, it wasn't mine anymore. I sighed and left the room closing the door behind me. I moped down the stairs of this house for the last time and into the foyer. I saw a car pull up to the house from the window, my parents looked up,

“Oh good! Time to go darling!” mom said

“Oh, and I forgot to tell you before, we made your phone international, so you can keep in touch with all your friends from here ok Rockelle? It's expensive so make sure you're getting good use of it”

“Thanks mom, I will”

And with that we were off to the car. 45 minutes later we were waiting to board our plane to a foreign country.

“Flight 127 to Heathrow Airport now boarding”

A voice came over the intercom. We stood up and walked to the gate

“Goodbye America” I whispered “I'll see you again soon”

My ear-buds went in as soon as I sat down

**12 HOURS LATER**

My mom shook my shoulder, I took my ear-buds out

“What?”

“You fell asleep, put your seat belt on, we're landing”

I grunted and complied, pulling my seat-belt over myself. An hour and a half later we were pulling up to our new house on the London out-skirts. It was a nice neighborhood for sure, you can tell rich people lived here, the houses were huge! I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk in awe.

“Rockelle, come on”

I sighed and followed mom inside. She gave me a quick tour of the house, we walked upstairs and she pointed to a door.

“That's your bedroom”

I opened the door and gasped. My room was already decorated and it was AMAZING! The walls were red with black and silver curlicue designs. I had a 4 poster canopy bed made of black metal with silver rose embellishments, the comforter and pillows were red with black rose curlicue designs. The carpet was a plush red with black rugs and my dresser was black and sliver. I had a vanity! It was black, red, and silver with rose coverings for the light bulbs. I went into the bathroom and squealed. It was decorated in brown and baby blue with green and white as accent colors. I ran back downstairs and outside to the truck. I pounced on my mom.

“Thank you momma, I LOVE my room!!” She chuckled

“I though you might, did you see the views from the windows and the balcony?”

“What windows? What balcony”

“Look behind the curtains dear, there's two windows and a balcony”

I nodded, grabbed a box and headed back upstairs. I set the box down and pulled back the sets of curtains. One window had an amazing view of mine and me neighbors back yards, another had a view of the front yard, and the doors that opened up to the balcony directly faced the matching balcony of one of the neighbors bedrooms. The balconies were actually quite close, I could probably climb to the other one if I wanted to. I peered closer, seeing someone in the room. He's cute. I thought to myself. Then he turned around, my eyes bugged out.

My next door neighbor was LIAM PAYNE?!?!?!?