Too Many Secrets

I watched the bags do flips on the assembly line. I saw my tan Louis Vuitton bags piled on top of each other slowly come near me. I grabbed them and immediately looked around for my sister.

I had traveled a long way from Australia to Manchester and was waiting to be in a warm house to bathe and take a long nap.

“Ryann, Ryann!”

I turned around quickly recognising the voice. My sister wrapped her arms tight around my neck while my own went around her waist.

“Charlotte I missed you too, but my bags are really heavy.”

She let go of me and squealed with excitement.

“I can’t believe it’s you! You’re gonna meet my new friends and my new boyfriend!” She exclaimed happily.

We walked to her sleek, silver Porsche discussing my plane trip and family matters she had missed while being away.

My sister, Charlotte had left Brisbane, Australia because of my parents strictness. She was tired of being controlled and finally left. I would have left with her, but because of me being a Senior and only seventeen in high school at the time, my parents wouldn’t allow it. My sister was only gone for a year but it felt like she was a long lost family member. On my eighteenth birthday I told my parents I was going to live with Charlotte and two months later, here we are today.

“My boyfriends name is Harry. You’ll love him! His friends are really nice too; there’s Niall, who’s Irish; Louis, who’s so silly you’ll know who he is immidiatly; Zayn is a bit quiet,but he’s really nice when you get to know him and Liam is the the sensible one who gets everyone in check.”

“That’s a lot of penis,” I joked.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot; you’re a slut!” Joked my sister.

I shrugged my shoulders realising she was right. I wasn’t the purest girl and was definatly no ‘Virgin Mary’. My back dimples piercing showed that I wasn’t soft in the bedroom.

We finally pulled into her driveway. The house was modern and looked like it was a good three bedrooms. I noticed a big black truck parked in the drive way in front of my sisters car.

“I told him to come when I called them,” I heard her mutter frustrated.

She grabbed one of my suitcases while I grabbed the other and walked next to me to the front door. I could hear loud music playing and things being thrown around.

“No, no, no, no,” Charlotte whined putting the key in the door lock.

She flung the door open and we were surprised to see boys running around throwing food everywhere with “Every Tear Drop Is A WaterFall” by Cold Play blasting through an iPhone.

They stopped as soon as the door opened and looked at us.

“Hello,” they said simultaneously.

“Hi,” I replied smirking at the boys around me. I knew I was going to have fun with these boys. They were sexier than I thought and I knew that with a bit of flirting at least one of them would be wrapped around my tattooed finger.

“I’m Louis,” yelled a boy who jumped off the blue coach. I shook his hand politely.

“Ryann,” I said smiling.

“I’m Zayn,” said a boy with black hair and brilliant brown eyes. I shook his hand like I did with Louis.

“Ryann,” I said smiling.

I met two more boys who were Liam and Niall. I had taken a liking to Niall and I knew I would definatly be talking to him a bit more.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Harry,” said a boy with a quiff of curly hair. His green gazed into my blue ones and made a smirk grow on my face.

“The pleasure is all mine,” I purred to him flirtatiously while pulling him into a tight hug.