FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

one

PART I:

"You know, Harry, this new town could be a good thing for you," Anne smiled as they drove down a road along the beach. "New friends, new role models, new beginnings."

Harry continued to stare out the window at the waves lapping against the beach with his head in the palm of his hand. "Sure." He mumbled.

After he got out of rehab, Anne thought that it would be a great idea if their family moved away from where they previously lived in New York, and to an island in the middle of fucking nowhere.

"Are we there yet?" He asked, his voice flat, lolling his head to the front of the car at Gemma who had the GPS,

"We should be turning in now." She said, looking up at the road as they turned onto a long road lined with identical houses and looming oak trees.

Harry checked his phone, seeing that it was just after four in the afternoon. He then looked back out of the window and saw a brown-haired boy riding a bike down the street, wearing a hoodie that looked like one Harry lost at a festival when he was fifteen. They met eyes and the boy, though breathing heavily, managed to shoot Harry a wink through his blue eyes as he passed the car.

Anne then turned right into a driveway with a white one-story house at the end of it. A lady with long brown hair stood in the doorway with two identical teenage girls on either side of her. They turned around with huge smiles on their faces when the car came into view and started to make their way over to them as the car stopped.

They got out of the car to greet the lady and her young girls. "Hi, I'm Anne, we bought the house," Anne said and held out her hand for the lady to shake.

"I'm Jay, and these two are Daisy and Phoebe. It's lovely to finally meet you guys." Jay shook Anne's hand.

"I like your tats." One of the twins said to Harry.

He looked down at his left arm that had a couple of tattoos inked onto his skin. "Thanks"

She nodded. "My brother has tattoos too."

"Cool." He turned to Jay. "I'm Harry." He shook her hand.

"Hi, Harry." She grinned at him and looked between the three of them. "I'll show you guys inside." She beckoned the new family in the front door.

Harry nestled his sunglasses in his hair as Jay lead them through the small entryway of the house, and into the open floor plan living area with a bright kitchen where soft light flooded through the large open windows.

"Our home is just over there." She pointed next door at an identical house to Harry's. Harry pinched his thigh roughly and bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

He watched as Jay and the girls took Anne and Gemma down a short hallway. Harry trailed over to the glossy kitchen counter and took an apple out of the fruit basket before walking down a different hallway than the others went down.

He passed a small coat room and laundry room before turning into a doorway revealing a rather large bedroom. The room contained a large bed, neatly made up with plain sheets, covered with a light layer of dust, and a small table beside it with a lamp on it.

The walls were white with long empty shelves lining them above the bed. There was a mural around the light fixture on the ceiling of a sky with angels and a soft rainbow, hand-painted by someone who obviously knew what they were doing.

There was a desk in the corner with tall windows on either side of it. The surface of the desk was empty except for another small lamp and an air diffuser. That was all, except over the windows, a curtain rod had been nailed to the ceiling, and hanging from them, curtains made of thin white cloth draped down to the floor.