Coming Home

(2) Visiting the old house

Chapter 2 (Hannah’s POV)

“Wake up sweetie, we’re about to land” I was awakened by the flight attendant that had too much make up on, jheeze girl tone it down a bit. But hey, at least she was being nice. Last time I was on a plane and fell asleep the flight attendant literally punched me in the arm to wake me up.

I groaned and sat up, looking out the window I saw us getting closer to Heathrow Airport. Suddenly my hands got all clammy and I was out of breath. I was quite nervous because I’m enrolling in Oxford University and I don’t know anyone there. What if I don’t make any friends? What if everyone hates me? All these questions were running through my head.

 “Are you okay darling?” The old lady next to me asked seeing my worried expression.

“Yes, I’m fine” I lied.

As soon as the plane landed, I rushed off and grabbed my leopard print suitcase and started searching for my driver. Hey, just because I’m alone doesn’t mean my parents didn’t sort out how I was going to get to our new home. I found a tall man holding a sign saying ‘Hannah Clarke’. I approached him with a smile on my face to hide my nervousness.

“Miss Hannah Clarke?” He spoke in a smooth voice.

“Yes that’s me”

“I’m James, I’ll be your chauffeur until you move to University, please follow me and I’ll take your bags”

I denied but he insisted so I let him take it out to the Rolls-Royce. Yes I mean Rolls Royce. See what I mean by being rich? He opened the door for me; I rolled my eyes and sat down the plush beige leather. Damn that’s comfy. I hate it when people do that sort of treatment just because I’m rich, I can open my doors myself.

It was really cold. I really shouldn’t have worn these one leg crochet denim jeans and this tank top that says love on it, no matter how awesome it looked. It was hot in LA so I didn’t really think that I will be cold. Even though it’s March, it is still cold. Stupid British weather. I guess that’s the only thing I didn’t miss about living in London.

We travelled through the city, getting stuck in traffic a lot. I missed this, not the pollution and traffic but the city. I haven’t been here since I moved 10 years ago, but now that I look at it, all the shops, buildings, and roads look the same as it was before. Guess it hasn’t changed at all. As we drove through the city, I couldn’t help but want to go back to my old house before I see my new one, so I asked James to take us past my old house first and he happily obliged.

As we neared my old home I felt a rush of happiness through me. This is my home. London is my home. I rushed out the car to the porch of my old home, remembering all the memories Nate and I created here.

~ Flashback ~

The house was dark, everyone was fast asleep including Nate’s family because we had a dinner party. My parents were in their normal room, Nate’s parents were in the guest room and Nate and I were in my room pretending to be asleep. This is a normal thing, it happens almost every weekend. Anyways Nate and I were planning revenge on our parents for not letting us have candy. Don’t judge us.

We slowly crept out of my room being careful not to wake everyone else. Nate was holding the spiders, obviously fake, what better way to get revenge on our parents than to scare them with the one thing they hate the most? We first tip toed into my parents’ room.

It was 5am, my parents were due to wake up soon so it was the perfect time to put our plan into action. I was pretty excited! Me and Nate both are quite the pranksters.

Nate put the spiders on top of their covers and on the side of the bed because the first thing they do in the morning is turn to the side of the bed. Haha I can’t wait for their reaction.

Next we went to Nate’s parents’ room which had a similar layout to my parent’s room so it made our job easier. This time I had to put the spiders in the bed. I put it on Mr Daniels face and Mrs Daniels hand. I giggled quietly as I spread the rest of them around the room. Mission accomplished.

~ End of Flashback ~

I still remember how much shit we got into that day. Us best friends got grounded for 2 weeks and had to help out with the house work even though we were 7. They got revenge against us and banned us from playing games. Ah the good times. I was glad my dad didn’t sell this house. It had too many memories to let go.

I looked under the bin and grabbed the spare key to get inside the two storey house. I know what you’re thinking ‘isn’t the spare key usually under the flower pot?’ Well yes but that’s too cliché. Everyone keeps it under there so we decided to put it under the bin.

The house outside had a broken window, dead flowers and an unpleasant vibe to it but I stepped inside anyways. As soon as I got in I was surprised to see the same green eyes I saw in the plane by the window staring at me. When the person realized that I was here it jumped out the window.

While all that happened I just stood there with a shocked expression on my face. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, it was probably my imagination. I hope it was my imagination.

 I looked around the whole house, everything was in place, nothing was scattered around and dust was piled up everywhere. Not wanting to be suffocated, I locked the house and sat down in the Rolls-Royce again and requested James to take me to my new home.

We passed through the gates and I was gobsmacked. This isn’t a house! It’s a freaking mansion! I’m shocked because it’s bigger than the one in LA! A white marbled building, with intricate patterns traced on it and a beautiful stone-built fountain is the first thing that comes into view the second you pass through the security gates.

James opened my door for me and led me into my new home. Damn it, why can’t I live here forever? I’m going to Uni tomorrow so I’m only here for a day, oh well might as well make the most of it.

I stepped inside the house and on my right was the living room; a beautiful aqua blue surrounded all the walls. White furniture surrounded the room. There was a plush sofa bang in the middle around a coffee table, in front of that was the 75” plasma screen TV. Further down the room was a kitchen which has several counters and all the new equipment for our chefs to use. On the right of the kitchen was the open bar, hmm fancy. Not that my parents’ will allow me to use it.

I stepped back out into the corridor and right at the back was a door that led me to the back garden. There is a freaking pool here, damn it’s huge! Around it is a small fence that has tables and a BBQ. At the back of the garden are Mum’s favourite flowers. She loves her flowers.

I left the garden and went up the spiral stairs; there were four rooms on this floor and four rooms on the top floor. I went to the top floor, where my room is, I’m glad my mum thought of my privacy. James told me that all the rooms practically look the same except my parents’ and my own room so I didn’t bother going into any of the guest rooms. I opened the door and was stunned. Whoa. That was my reaction.

My bedroom walls had purple as its base and black designs over it making it look artsy. Oh that’s another obsession of mine, art. It had an ensuite bathroom that was quite big but looked like any other bathroom, and a walk-in wardrobe. The king sized bed was placed in the corner of the room and near it was a desk with a macbook pro laptop on it.

I love my room already! As soon as I saw my bed, I collapsed on it, just realising how tired I was. I kicked off my converses and snuggled into bed, not bothering to change or unpack since I was leaving tomorrow anyways. I fell into a deep slumber within minutes.

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