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.


51. Morning

<Britta POV>

I reach the breakfast line and grab a poppy seed muffin, a bowl of Cocoa Puffs, and an orange. After I grab everything I needed, I pick up my tray and walk towards an empty table. In fact, this was the table I used to sit at with Justin last summer before my senior year.

Before I knew he was a physco.

"Hey, Brit." I hear Katie with her tray of food. "Mind if I sit here?"

I nod. It's strange how close the two of us are getting. Since we're related, we normally never get along. And because I'm the youngest and she's the oldest, she always overpowers me in everything. Softball, dance (even though I don't dance), school, everything. But ever since I began working on here and since One Direction came on board, we've become more close since we were on the same softball team when I was 12 and she was 13 and we had to work together.

"So how was your night?" She asked. I look up from my muffin.

"It was fine. Nothing much happened." I lie.

"Yeah, I bet nothing happened." She says in a tone like she knows something.

That's when I realize it.

My eyes widen and I pause in my current position.

Holy shit.

Her cabin is right next door to mine.

And Emily is right across the hall from me.

She must of heard me and Zayn last night.

Damn it.

That's what you get for when you have a sister who's a light sleeper.

"Did you hear us?" I lean in and whisper so none of the other workers hear our conversation. Especially mom.

She leaned in towards me. "I woke up in the middle of the night to moaning and screaming from the other side of the wall. Oh, and Emily called me complaining about the same thing, except hers was more muffled. And then Louis called wondering where Zayn is and he thought it was a mouse hitting it's head on the wall. Then Elizabeth and her tour group called because Louis called them first asking the same question and we all heard you two from my wall and then we realized that you two know. And now I'm sitting here with my little sister who is growing up too fast SERIOUSLY BRITTA ANN, STOP GROWING UP! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL OLD!" She slams her head on the table after she yells at me to stop growing up. I pat her head while she fakes cries.

"There, there." I sooth. "I'm may be 18, but I'll always be your little sissy poo." I use the same words I used to use when I was seven. I called her my sissy poo every waking moment until I was nine. Yes, totally embarrassing.

That's when my phone rings. I pick it up and answer it. "Hello?"

"Britta? It's Becca. I need to ask you something."

I look down at Katie. Her head is still on the table. I get up and walk out of the lounge. "Okay, what's the question."

I hear her sigh on the other line. "Do you think Harry likes me?"

Harry? Liking Becca? Well, if I do remember from last night, he was mostly looking at her than the whole crowd when he sang that NSYNC song (which is my favorite song). "Ummm...I'll ask him later today. Is that it?" I ask.

"Yes. I got to get ready. Have fun at work today." She says and hangs up.

I walk back to the table, pick up my tray with my finished food, and throw it away. Then I head towards the clock in station and clock in.

Time for another long day of work.


A/N: Hello! So like I said before, I'm going to be gone all week next week because of camp! But tomorrow, I don't know if I'll update. I need to memorize a shit load of music by the ninth of August (my parents wedding anniversary. Random fact about my family), and it's for a grade (yes, marching band is worth a third of my high school credit. Whoopee. Finger twirl). But I may update at night. But it will probably be for one of my other stories. Either Love the Way you Lie (sequel to Pretend It's Love), Band Camp (with my lovely co-author 1DayIWillMarry1D), or if possible, see if Camille (DumbBrunette) and I can possibly get in one more chapter to When You Look Me in the Eyes. Or get in a longer chapter to Man in the Blue Box or Vive Le.

That's all. Thanks for reading! "Move freely and loosely. Get the crowd motivated! Don't be boring and make them get up to buy a hot dog!" The words of Mr.Taliba (someone who helps out with marching band and percussion). Oh, and Careless Whisper makes everything sexy.


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