Moving

Liam had had enough of watching the couple's lovey dovey moment while stuck in traffic. He was sitting in the front seat while his uncle's driver drove them to his home to get his things.

He snorted when Oliver zoomed off with the girl behind him. The boy had acted like he was shy and introverted, who would have thought he was simply acting like that to gain attention? He looked totally different around her.

"Are you sure your bike is safe in school?" The young driver asked him when he resumed driving. He was probably in his mid or late twenties and was called Paul. He served as both an assistant to his uncle, when he was in town, and his driver.

"Sure. You don't have to worry about that." Liam assured him.

His aunt had sent Paul to directly pick him up from school and drive him to her home after they finish getting the stuffs he needed, because she didn't want Cindy to stay alone for too long.

He spoke with his mother earlier and realised they were still on their way to the other hospital that had been recommended for her. It was quite a long trip. Heaven knows how much he wanted to ditch school and stay with her, or at least to see her off, but his stubborn parents would not allow him.

"We are here." Paul announced, pulling him out of his thought.

It wasn't until he was inside his parents' house that he realised there was a lot of things that needed to be done before leaving. There were a few dirty dishes on the sink, foods he forgot to refrigerate, his room was messy, he also had to gather everything he would be needing for school, as well as his mother's favourite flower pots which was beginning to wither away for lack of care. The place has been disorganized ever since his mother fell sick. Since both him and his father didn't have the time to take care of the house or anything else.

"You look lost." Paul pointed out.

Liam really did look lost.

You know that moment when you know you are supposed to do something quickly but you do not know where to start from? He felt exactly that way.

"Just let me know what you want me to help with." The young man offered. Liam had to admit he was really nice.

"Can you help me take the flower pots to the car?" He asked politely. "My mum would be sad if they end up dying."

"Sure. We do not want those pretty things to wither away. But I'll have to check and make sure Cindy is not allergic to any of those."

"She isn't allergic to any." He answered confidently. He knew his cousin too well.

"Just to be sure." Paul said before moving towards the small pots.

It took two hours before he was done with everything and they arrived at the estate where the house was located. He had been here a couple of times and even made a friend with one of the teenagers that lived here, but that was a long time ago.

The house was just as he remembered.

Northend was not a very big city, but it was expensive and had luxury houses, especially for the rich, just like the one he was staring at.

His aunt's husband worked for the government of the country so he was usually not around but he made sure to buy a house here because of his wife and daughter who preferred living in Northend.

Seeing the house now, he doubted he would be able to handle things around here until his aunt paid the first visit on Friday just as she had promised. Of course, there would be Cleaners and Cooks who came three times a week, but staying here alone with Cindy, he hoped he could do it.

"Nice huh?" Paul asked, looking up at the house.

"Nice." Liam agreed. The house had two floors and right side of the second floor was made up of glass from the top to the bottom. This meant that the the neighbours in the next apartment, which had the same feature, could see inside when the curtains are opened. He could also see the next house.

He wondered why people would choose to live in places like this. For someone like him who valued privacy, he would rather not. He knew for a fact that he was never going to leave the curtains open throughout his stay here.

Cindy was sleeping inside her room when he arrived. So he quietly began to take the things inside after bidding farewell to Paul who said he had an appointment and was running late.

As he carefully picked up two flower vases from where he had dropped them, he was about to head in when he heard the revving of a motorbike approaching.