Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
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"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.

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20. H...H...

"So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us.
Like the ceiling can't hold us."

I finish Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' "Can't Hold Us". Which by the way is one of my favorite songs ever! I've been playing various songs on my new guitar for more than two hours and I've already collected enough money to buy another shirt at TopShop.

There was one point in that time I got a request to sing a One Direction song.

It all started like this...

~FLASHBACK~

"I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby." I finish up my umpteenth song "Highway Don't Care" by Tim McGraw and Taylor Swift. My guitar case is halfway full. I look at the girls, and they're still smiling at me.

"Okay, is there any other song requests?" I ask the somewhat forming crowd. Everyone was silent. Suddenly, a piece of paper was thrown at me. I pick it up and unfold it.

It said:
"Do any One Direction song"

I refold it and put it in my pocket. I ponder through songs. Well, there's Little Things...Eh, already played it. That's it!

I tune my guitar a little, and then start strumming to a familiar 1D song.

" Said I’d never leave her 'cause her hands fit like my t-shirt,
Tongue-tied over three words, cursed.
Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt,
Body's intertwined with her lips.
Now she’s feeling so low since she went solo
Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo
And it’s no joke to me
So can we do it all over again?
If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me.
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this.
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again.
Can we take the same road two days in the same clothes?
And I know just what she’ll say if I can make all this pain go.
Can we stop this for a minute?
You know, I can tell that your heart isn’t in it or with it.
Tell me with your mind, body and spirit.
I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British.
Whether we’re together or apart,
We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start.
If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me.
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this.
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again.
You’ll never know how to make it on your own
And you’ll never show weakness for letting go.
I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown
But do you really wanna be alone?
If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me.
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this.
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again.
If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart 
I might miss everything you said to me.
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this.
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again"

~END OF FLASHBACK~

"Hey." Katie says. "We should probably get back to the ship. The others are probably worried about us."

And we do so.

When we got back, I realized that Harry was missing. Anywho, I head back to my room to set my guitar down. I count all the money I earned, and I earned enough money that I need to learn the English currency because I have no idea how much pounds are worth in American money!

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

"Katie, I'm busy!" I yell behind the door. Nobody answers. "Kate?" I get up and head to the door.

I made the biggest mistake of turning the knob.

Within seconds of it turning, Harry comes barging in, slams the door behind, and pins me up against the wall.

"H..H..." I stammer.

"Shhh." He says placing his index finger on my lips. "I want you. I can't stop thinking about you. You're so...alluring."

I finally create a sentence. "B-But what d-do you mean by y-you want me?" I ask.

"You're mine. Not Niall's, Liam's, Louis', and especially not Zayn. I know Zayn's been fancying you, but guess what? So have I." Anger was growing in his voice.

The next thing you know he slams his lips onto mine and starts to kiss me. Hard.

Everything else after that went downhill.

Let's just say on a non-linear viewpoint, how do I put this in the most simplest way?

Oh, yeah.

I was raped by Harry Styles.

 

A/N: Okay, so I am 10000% against rape, so I didn't want to go into specific details with the whole Britta/Harry thing in this chapter. Plus it's already past midnight on Saturday, June 8, and I'm the only one up in my house.

Oh, and in the "Over Again" lyrics, I'm confused on one part. Is the lyric below the right one:
"I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown"
Because I don't know if it's right or not. You guys are the experts. I've been singing it a different way, but help!

So I'm on Summer Break! But, however, I have a schedule:
Last week of June: I won't be able to update because I'll be in DC.
August 5-10: I won't be able to update because I'll be in the middle of nowhere for band camp.
And that's pretty much it.

Thanks for reading!

Maddie

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