This Is War ~ A WWII/1D Story

This came to me while watching the beginning scene of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. No hate, please. This is a simple idea that came to me. I also suggest to be fifteen or sixteen and up to read this, it gets graphic. Enjoy!

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Liesel 2:

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

by: xBVBx
"Here we are, miss. Your new home," the cab driver said to me.
As he got out of the car, I looked up at the buildings surrounding us. A couple families sat outside, smiling and laughing. There were a few couples and people by themselves. I do admit, it looked a whole lot better than where I lived before.
"This way, miss."
I turned to the cab driver picking up my bags, and I quickly rushed over, laughing a bit. "Here, sir, let me help you with those."
I picked up one of my bags while he insisted her carried the other two and we walked up the steps to my new home. He carefully placed my bags on the small porch and looked at me.
"Now, a soldier will be here shortly to let you into the home. He has two keys, one for you and one for himself. He will be almost like your caretaker. He'll come over to make sure you're alright, if you need help, or just someone to talk to during this time. I understand your family will be traveling here soon?" the man asked.
I nodded, a smile lighting up my face. "Yes. My little brothers will probably come first, then my parents."
He nodded, before looking at his watch. "Oh! Look at the time! I must be off, but don't worry, your soldier will be here soon!"
Before I could even thank him, he was in his car, taking off. That gave me time to write a letter. I sat down on the steps, pulling out some parchment mother had given me before I left. As soon as my hand touched the pen, I was writing.

Dear Mother,
Well, I've arrived in London alright. Everyone here is so nice, especially the soldiers. I thought they'd be intimidating and rude, but I think I'm already friends with one.
Anyways, they've moved me into a nice looking house. I haven't been inside though, I have to wait for 'my' soldier to get here. Apparently, he'll be sorta like my own caretaker. I do admit, it'll be a bit strange, but I'll get used to it. Hopefully he's nice like the one I met earlier.
I can't wait to see you and father again, and of course the boys. I miss them dearly. Hopefully they're not giving you a hard time. I asked them to watch themselves, but I doubt they have. Always getting into trouble.
Well, I better go. I don't know how long it will be before my soldier gets here but always know I love you! Give hugs to father and the boys for me!
Your Daughter,
Liesel Mathilda Hertz

Carefully, I folded the letter, reaching back into my bag before a shadow loomed on my legs. I looked up, the sun being blocked out by a man, probably a bit older than myself. He had dark hair, a shade of black I presumed, and his skin was a bit darker than other guys I'd seen around, but not much though.
"Ms. Hertz?" the man asked.
"Um, yes, yes sir," I said, standing up. He was good three inches taller than me.
He bowed, before standing back up. I couldn't help but laugh and he raised an eyebrow. "What's funny, Ms. Hertz?"
"Do all soldiers here bow?"
"Well-" he cut himself short, before a small smile was found on his face. "I don't know. It's just what we're taught."
I nodded before, he spoke up again.
"Lieutenant Zayn Jawaad Malik, ma'am. I've been assigned to watch out for you on your stay here in London," he smiled, offering his hand.
"Liesel Mathilda Hertz," I smiled back, returning the hand shake.
"Liesel? That's a nice name. Though by your accent, I can tell you're not from around here."
I nodded. "I moved here from Berlin. Needed a getaway. My family is planning to join me soon, but I don't know when."
"Well right now, you have me," he smiled kindly, before pulling out a key. "Now, I'm sure the cab driver explained some before I arrived?"
"Yes, he said that you were like my caretaker, or something along that line," I said.
A laughed escaped his lips, before he nodded. "Something along that line. I'll be in to check on you three times a week, making sure you have food and all those necessities. Also, I have to take you to town one day this week, so you can get used to the town. I hope that's alright?"
My mind was boggling around the idea for a bit. Travel around London with a soldier, live in London with soldiers all around... it was a bit weird, but it didn't seem any different from home. Zayn stepped up to the door, unlocking it, before helping me carry my bags inside.
"On your left is the kitchen, the right is the living and dining room. Upstairs, there are three bedrooms, two baths, and a closet in the hall. Out the backdoor is a nice sized backyard and a little pond, a weeping willow tree, and a bomb shelter."
"A bomb shelter?"
"You know, just in case Germany or Japan decide to bomb us."
All I could mutter out was 'Oh'. But right after that, a knock was heard on the door. Zayn bowed to me, before quickly going to open it. I heard a different accent, more Irish than British.
"Ah! Horan, my man!" Zayn said, patting a blonde haired, blue eyed boy on the back.
"Hello, Malik! I heard you were moving in a new immigrant and came by to see if you needed any help?" he smiled.
"No, I'm alright, mate. I was just showing her around the house."
"Oh its a her?"
I heard them both laugh, before the door shut. The blonde one saw me and smiled at me, holding out his hand. "Soldier Niall James Horan, ma'am."
Did they all shake hands here? "Liesel Mathilda Hertz."
He bowed, before looking at me again. "So, are you enjoying your stay so far?"
I laughed a bit. "Well, seeing as I just got here, I don't know. But I do know you guys always bow, and its a bit funny, I must admit."
Niall looked at Zayn confused, but Zayn just shook his head, before looking back at me. "So, how long do you plan to be staying, Ms. Hertz?"
"Mmm, probably till my family gets here. Then we'll find a house. And please, call me Liesel. When you call me Ms. Hertz, I feel like an old woman."
They both laughed, but nodded. "Alright, Liesel. Well, we hope you enjoy London. Wonderful city."
"So far it is. Can't wait to go exploring and find out whats around here."
They smiled at me before Zayn handed me my key. "Well, we'll leave you to unpack. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms.- I mean, Liesel."
I smiled at the two as they left. "You too! See you around!"
They waved once more before I shut the door to my new home. When I turned around, it suddenly reminded me of home.

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