3rd Place in #YouCanDoAnythingAwards2 in Fan Fiction Category
Mia and Harry met when they were 7 when Mia was visiting her grandmother in Holmes Chapel for the holidays. When she has to leave, they promise to write each other all the time and stay b...
"I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well"
Today is the day. The day that's going to change my life forever. Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic.
Let me start again.
Today is the day that the 1D boys are coming to stay in my house. For seven days.
Hm. No, that doesn't sound right.
Today is the day that the boys of One Direction are coming over to the house to stay for seven days. While I babysit them.
Much better.
Before leaving the house, I made sure that Mari and my bags were packed with everything we needed for the next seven days. Now I might have alluded that we'd be staying at Anne's for a few days BUT in my defense, I couldn't tell her the truth. I needed to mentally prepare myself for the meltdown she'd have when I tell her what's really going on.
I kid you not. If she found out that she'd be in the same house with One Direction for an entire week, it'll be like me noticing the last Snickers bar at the convenience store.
Total. Chaos.
I have no regrets whatsoever.
After dropping her off at school, I then proceeded to drive in the direction of the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It amazes me how every time I come here, I can't believe the beauty in front of me. It's absolutely magnificent. I always find myself to be having second thoughts when I come here. Like, did I make a mistake? Was I stupid enough to think that paying rent was better than living in a huge house rent-free and with the addition of free house cleaning?
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As I drove around the fountain in the middle of the driveway, I kept looking at the house and how every single time, it looks brand new to me. Maybe I was a bit rash in my decision to move out. I mean look at this place! But then I'm reminded of all the reasons why I moved out in the first place.
Apart from wanting to have my independence and be all adult-y, the other reason why living here was so impractical was because this house is literally in the middle of nowhere. It's so far away from everything, basically in the forest, that nobody comes down here unless they have a death wish. I mean that literally.
I wish I was making this up when I say that the amount of people committing suicide on the cliff just a few miles up is absolutely ridiculous!
Why would I voluntarily stay here knowing that there are ghosts, probably with unsettled souls because of their unfinished business, just roaming around. Do I look like I want to be possessed?Probably won't even get an exorcist to come all the way out here either. So for my piece of mind, it's better I keep that apartment in London.
