Only You

Chapter One

Y//n

"You're leaving already?"

I pleaded my father to stay back with me and Mum, but he only smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, darling, but a man's gotta work. First day on the job- I can't be late."

He kissed the top of my head lightly as I stood waiting on the doorstep, the warm spring breeze blowing the hair from my face. I smiled a little as he stepped off the porch and towards his car, got in and started down the street.

I glanced around the new outdoor scenery of our new home in Little Winging, so far enjoying it much more than our last place in London. It was much too crowed for me- too many cars and train whistles waking me up every morning; the sound of shuffling feet and people shouting from the streets below our apartment- it all drove me mad. Here in Surey it was much more peaceful and quiet, though every house down the whole block seemed to look exactly the same. I hoped maybe the people here wouldn't be as boring and organized as the buildings they lived in.

A loud, obnoxious laugh from a few houses down caught my attention as it broke the silence outside. I turned my gaze to across the street, where a rather fat and unfortunate looking boy was sprinting to the car in his driveway. A smaller, thinner yet subtly more put together boy charged after him, trying to keep up with the one before him. The chubby one pushed him aside with a grubby hand, slamming the car door in his face. Scrawny boy ran a hand through his messy, black hair, looking around in frustration. His head made a double take in my direction, and he locked eyes with mine. I waved slightly as he smiled faintly and rather awkwardly, though it was interrupted by a large man, assumably chubby kid's father, grabbing him by the ear and pushing him forcefully into the car, and that was the end of it.

...

A few months have passed by, and it's a rare occasion that I see the raven haired boy from down the block. I try my best to get his attention when I do, as I haven't seen many other nice looking kids my age in the neighborhood and school would be starting up soon. Most days I sat outside, leaning against a tree in the shade reading books. If I wasn't helping Mum with dinner, that is.

I looked up at a passing car, hoping my father was home so that Mum would call me in to eat, but I noticed it pulled in to the driveway that was 4 Privit Drive. I folded my book in my lap, and as I'd hoped, the boy stepped out from the backseat of the car.  Fat boy, as I'd been calling him, turned out to be called 'Dudley', which is about as dull of a name as his face. I watched him walk from the park most afternoons with his brittle woman of a mother, and I tried hard not to laugh when I'd heard his name.

"Hey, give it back!"

Dudley was holding up today's newspaper in his small, sausage hands. The smaller kid, who was also known as neglected boy in my head, was standing at the end of the driveway. "Vernon sent me out here just for that paper- come on-" Dudley didn't miss a beat as he tossed the paper as far as he could into the street, where it rolled down towards the drain near the end of my driveway. I sat up quickly, watching as Dudley and his mother headed back inside their house from their outing. As quickly as I could without scraping the hell out of my knees, I slid down from the tree and picked up the paper from the road, looking up to see the boy approaching me. I held it out towards him with shaky hands.

"Thanks," he smiled lightly, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry about that. He seems like he might be kind of a git."