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.


14. It was all too well

<Third Person POV> 

In the audience of the Santa Monica Cruise Employee Talent Show, the boys of One Direction are eagerly waiting for their new friend, Britta Carter. She had to go and help out her older sister, Katie Carter, fix something with her costume. But it's been three minutes and she has yet to return. 

Zayn Malik was thinking about her for a moment. It was only this morning when he woke up next to Britta and discovered that he had slept with her and took her virginity. It also occurred to him that if his girlfriend, Perrie Edwards, found out about their affair, he's dead. 

Harry Styles, on the other hand, didn't know about Britta and Zayn. Harry had fancied her from the moment he laid eyes on her. And he did express his feelings for her when he faked going to the bathroom and asking her where it is just so he can make out with her. Although he did make her feel uncomfortable when he flirted with her the previous day. Maybe that brought down her thoughts on me. He thought.

Britta was backstage of the show. She asked her mom if she can be a part of the show, and despite the fact that her mom has a desire hate for her youngest daughter, she said yes. She ran to her cabin to grab an outfit, and ran up to the boy's cabin to grab Niall's guitar because she left her guitar at her home in Florida. "Niall wouldn't mind if I borrowed his guitar for the night." She said to herself. 

Her friend, Justin Rickard, went up behind the DJ equipment and began playing music. Mrs. Carter stepped onto the stage and introduced the first act. 

The night has begun.

*Okay, switching back to first person because I just don't like it.*

<Harry's POV>

"Let's give it up for Karen Lenon and Herbert Hansene for their cover of 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons with Karen on the flute." Mrs. Carter, Britta's mom, said. The act before Karen and Herbert was her older sister, Katie, who tap danced to "Everybody Talks" by the Neon Trees. 

I tap on Louis' shoulders. "Do you know where Brit is? She's been gone the whole event so far." He shrugs his shoulders. "Well, thanks Tommo." 

"No problem, Styles." He replies. I chuckle and look back at the stage. 

"Up next, doing a little guitar work, with have..." Mrs. Carter fixes her cards. "We have my other daughter, Britta Carter!" 

BRITTA?!?! That's where she went?! Me and the boys look at each other, each of us had a stunned look on our faces. Out comes Brit in a red and white striped shirt, black shorts, red shoes, and a black fedora. Strange, that outfit reminds me of...

Oh, no she didn't. 

Why, Brit? 

She sits on the stool and adjust the mic. I feel someone tap on my shoulders. It was Niall. "How did she get my guitar?" He asked. 

"She's an employee." I state. "Remember?' 

She speaks into the mic. "I'm going to sing a little song, written by one of my favorite singers, that describes me so much." She begins to strum a few chords. Suddenly, a melodic voice comes out from her. 

"I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,
But something about it felt like home somehow.
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house,
And you still got it in your drawer even now.
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.
We're singing in the car, getting lost Upstate.
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,
And I can picture it after all these days.
And I know it's long gone,
And that magic's not here no more,
And I might be okay,
But I'm not fine at all.
'Cause there we are again on that little town street.
You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me.
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories about you on the tee ball team
You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me.
And I know it's long gone
And there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to...
'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.
We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah.
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
And maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all... too well.
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah
'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all
Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well."

We all give her a standing ovation. The five of us were grinning to our ears. 

I'm glad she invited us to this. 


A/N: Okay, so I love Taylor Swift and I felt like adding one of my favorite songs from RED, All Too Well, to this story. So in the story, Britta is a Swiftie. 

So my attempt at third person point of view: not my best, but gave it a try. 

I'm updating at 11:29 pm on a Sunday night (I have no school tomorrow for no apparent reason). Thanks for reading! 


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