I'm Not Worth It (Reader X The Pals) (Under Heavy Editing)

This place called home...

Listen to this song while reading:

Home - One Direction

Chapter Three:

“Erm... (Y/N)? We're here.” A voice said. I turned around to see it was just my father.

I took off my ear buds. “Already?” I asked.

He nodded.

We grabbed our bags and got off the plane.

We got in a cab and drove to our new home.

***

It was a long, boring drive.

I took my time to observe the surroundings around me.

We were on high ground. So I could see the valley from afar.

I felt lucky living in Canada. It was quite beautiful. Leafy trees blanketing the mountains. However, I still felt homesick.

Slowly my eyelids felt heavier and heavier and I drifted off to sleep.

***

And then suddenly the vehicle stopped.

I wake up from the sudden movement.

"What happened?" I asked groggily still tired from the jet lag.

"We're here silly!" The driver said and laughed.

"Oh..." Was all I said.

We removed our bags. We thanked the driver and payed him.

I saw a man with purple hair went outside of the house that was across from ours.

He looked oddly familiar...

I feel like I've seen him somewhere...

I just shrugged it off and brought my bags inside.

I brought my stuff to my new room.

The first item I brought out was the picture frame that I used for me and Mark's picture.

I decided to throw it in the trash can that was in my room.

Hmm... What a waste...

I took it out the trash can and put it on my bedside table.

As a reminder to never fall in love again...

Time to make a new start in this house.

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