new kid {lrh au}

two

"ryan! we have guests!"

i looked up from my book and set it down. i walked downstairs with a confused look on my face. i entered the kitchen and there sitting on my counter top was ashton and calum. i brought a big smile to my face and ran towards them.

"ASHTON?! CALUM!" they got down and we had a group hug moment as they laughed at my strange excitement.

"how you doing bro?" ashton messed my hair around.

"i'm okay, you guys?" they both smiled, ashton started talking about his brother, who had just graduated high school the school year before and he hated it.

(A/N: harry is only 2 years older than me in this story, so 17 going on 18. lauren is about four years older than me though, so 19 turning 20.)

calum talked about how his sister got married and was expecting a baby and his mom is trying to find out when he's next. calum was shaking his head and laughing.

"sooo ry, any boys in your life?" ashton put his arm around my shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"NO!" my dad yelled from the place he stood in.

everyone laughed and i just shook my head and blushed.

"it's going to happen one day sweetheart," mom rubbed his back as he got this scared and twisted look on his face.

"i'd rather it happen later. MUCH LATER." he emphasized.

i smirked at him. "i don't know dad, i saw some pretty good looking guys out there when we drove up."

he choked and glared at me as i busted up laughing.

"not funny kid. i'll bolt you in this house. mary, tell our son it isnt funny!"

we all laughed harder.

~A FEW HOURS LATER~

i was tired as hell. i managed to put all my posters and unpacked most, if not all of my clothes, and hung them all in my closet. i was now sitting on my bed, strumming at my guitar and singing 'cold coffee' by ed sheeran, quietly to myself.

"you're getting better every day."

i shot my head up. my dad was leaning against my door frame, he had on his pajamas and was looking well ready for bed.

i smiled to myself, rubbing my fingers along the strings. "i haven't played in weeks."

he came and sat next to me, smiling back, gently. "well it's understandable. when something like that happens in life, it can take the joy out of everything else."

i sighed and went to sit my guitar back on the stand. i crawled into bed and got under the covers, sitting against the headboard.

"dad, can i ask you something?" i twiddled my thumbs.

"well you are kind of my son, of course you can." he sat criss cross in front me and i can always think he looks like a teenager when he does these kind of things.

"the people here. i mean..are they different than in america? i figure people are different everywhere. i just want some advice before i start school on monday."

he looks of, deep in thought. "well, the people here aren't used to people like me. not many people like the bands we do, or dress like we do, or are as shy as we are. that's why i left after sophmore year. so many people are into surfing and popular pop and electronic music. it was hard to make friends. you know, my only friends here were calum and ashton? you just have to take it day by day." best advice i think he's ever given. that's a lie, my dad's amazing.