Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
"Are you sure about this Zayn?" I asked with my hands grasping over the railing, wind blowing through my hair. "Don't worry." He tells me. "I'm nervous as much as you. But these little talks don't last long."
My summer was basically ruined thanks to my mother. After high school graduation, she forced me to work on the cruiseline she owns instead of giving me a choice if I want to like my older sister. But the first day of the cruise, the first day I saw them being complete dumbos. That day I didn't know that I would love one of them. Zayn was right, these little talks don't last long.


3. Dork of the Year nominees part 1


I take a step back just in time. Speeding into the lobby area on the suitcase roller is a blonde teenager and a brunette teenager. Both boys.

"Those aren't yours, right?" I asked Paul.

"Unfortunately, yes. Along with three others. All teenagers or adults who DON'T ACT THEIR AGE!" He yelled down the path the two boys took.


"THOSE ARE HARRY'S WORDS!" He screamed. "Britta, do you think you can stop them?"

"Well, Paul, I worked part time at a hotel and there are a lot of those that roam around certain areas. Just give it a few seconds and they'll be coming back."

Coming in our direction, I hear someone yell "NIALL, WATCH OUT!" The screaming was coming closer and closer and I saw those boys in clear view. I extend my hand out and ready to take hold. They came in at five knots per second, and then I take a firm grip on the runaway cart and it stops immediately, causing them to fly off and land face first onto the soft rug.

"That. Was. Awesome!" The blonde one cheered getting up.

"We have got to do that again, bro!" The brunette replied. They brofist each other just as three other boys arrive in the lobby. One of them sort of has a buzzcut, another had sleek dark black hair, and the third had extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY, curly hair. They must be the five boys that Paul talked about, except they don't look related in any way, shape, or form.

"Alright," Curly said, "Next time it's me and Louis on that thing!"

"NO!" The black hair dude scowled. "Me and Liam haven't gone yet!"

"Neither have I, Zayn!" Curly argued. This continued for at least 30 seconds until the buzzcut stopped them before things got out of hand.

"Harry! Zayn! We are on a cruise! Let's not get thrown into ship jail on our first day here!"

"Actually, it's called the brig." I correct him knowing my ship terms.

"Alright!" Paul yells, making the boys mute. "So I checked in, so you're free to roam around. Liam, I'm trusting you with the keys." He hands the buzzcut, who must be Liam, the five keys. "Harry, don't bring any girls to your cabin. The five of you are sharing one and I don't want any complaints from the others."

Curly, who I believe is Harry, turns red. "Paul, I never brought any girls home." He caught eyesight of me and winked. I rolled my eyes. Oh, brother.

"Yeah, right. If Simon finds out, I'm not covering for you this time." Paul informs. "Okay, so Niall." Blondie perks up from behind some exotic plant we have. "Please don't sneak into the kitchen and eat all the food."

"Can't make any promises." Blondie, Niall, replies. Is he Irish?

Paul lets out a groan and moves on to talk to the black haired dude. "Zayn, I have nothing. Just be Zayn and don't get into trouble." Zayn nods and says nothing. Quite mysterious. Lastly, he turns to the brunette. "Louis, I worry about you a lot because you're the crazy one. But I'm too lazy to tell you what to do, so I made you a list."

He takes the paper and unfolds it. I took liberty to read it behind their shoulders. I was on "Don't run over the elderly with a tricycle" when I heard one of them say ""May we help you sweetie?"


A/N: Sorry for a short chapter. I'm making this a two part chapter because I wrote a lot for just a full chapter and I'm too lazy to continue. So I will try to get a part two in as soon as possible.

I have basketball tournament tomorrow! Let's home we win and advance to the next part of the bracket!

I made my confirmation on Wednesday! My confirmation name is Bridget. And when my sponsor told the bishop my name, he asked if it was the Swedish saint or Irish saint. I said Irish. I'd go into what happened afterwards, but long story short, I spent the most time up there with the bishop.



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