Simply Beautiful (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

"So your moving out of your parents' house?" Harry asked me curiously after I explained to them everything that had happened, besides the tour with them.

"Yea, Simon says that they might look through my stuff and leak a song." 

"With your family I don't doubt that." Niall said quietly.

"Where is your flat can we see it?" 

I sighed, I pulled up the directions. I had decorated it earlier this year, sometimes I would go there to escape but actually moving there. It was in my name, my parents still paid for it though, which would be changing now. 

It was a bit later now. We drove into the streets of London before finally coming across the buliding. "Your flat is here?" they all looked at me in shock.

"Yea, why?"

"This is where we live."

"That is creepy and cool at the same time." I laughed. 

"Is your flat decorated?" Liam looked at me curiously.

"The living room is, I use to go there a lot when I needed some time to think and it being empty wasn't working for me." 

"Oh cool."

We entered the fairly large building and headed over the elevator. "What floor?"

"43." 

"Oh cool." 

We had to wait a long while but the elevator finally stopped at Floor 43. 

"Ready?" I questioned them as we stopped in front of the shiny black door with the letters 'Suite 34A' in gold.

I pushed opened the door and we walked straight into the beautiful living room. Their eyes widen and their mouthes dropped.

"You have a thing for design I see." they roamed around the room. "Only this room is furnished the rest of them are empty."

"You know what that means?" Louis piped up.

"No. What does that mean?"

"We are going shopping."

"I am bringing along Nicole, I promise that if I moved into this flat that I would. First I have to go get my clothing and stop off somewhere and direct the bills here instead of the house." 

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I opened my eyes. I was back at my parent's house. Today I was telling them I was leaving. I already delt with the mail and the addresses. I was also going shopping with Nicole and the boys. I had already did most of it yesterday last night, my mom had gone to sleep. I picked a great day to do this. Note the sarcasim. My brother and father came home last night. 

I grabbed the rest of my stuff and packed it into boxes, I was leaving the furniture, I was going to buy my own furniture. I carried the boxes down stairs. No one was awake yet so it would be quick and easy.

Everything was in the car, nothing was left in my room. I walked back inside to see my father reading something on his phone, my brother watching tv and my mother making dinner. 

"What were you doing outside Ava?" my father asked me.

"We need to talk." 

My brother turned off the tv, and my mother plated breakfast. We all sat around the table. 

"Well what is it?" My father asked moodily. 

"I am going." I stated simply, hoping they would catch on and not make this harder than it had to be.