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.


21. What did he do?

I couldn't sleep for many reasons. 

1) I live on the employee floor, but yet it's still loud whenever there are parties at the end of the hallway. 

2) a bird just hit my window and died. 

3) what happened earlier with Harry. 

The pain in my lower abdomen is still excruciating. I tried taking Tylenol, but no luck on relieving the pain  I tried the heating pad, which I use for when I have cramps. Nothing. 

Why would Harry Styles, of all people on the Santa Monica Cruise, rape me? What did I ever do to him? I mean literally! 

Still in piercing pain, I pull my phone of its dock and punch in the number to my friend in Florida, Annalise Chase but we call her Annabeth because her last name is Chase and her middle name is Bethany and you get where I'm going.  

She picks up after the second ring. "Brit!" Her perky voice comes through my phone. "How's it going on the floating hellhole?" She's never been on a cruise because she has a fear of boats (which is why when I asked her if she can come with, she logged out of Skype immediately), so she calls every boat "the floating hellhole". 

"It's going great!" I sarcastically tell her. "Except the fact that..."

"Did I tell you that Mike invited me to his party?" She interrupts. Mike is one of our friends that she introduced me to and she has a huge crush on him. 

"No," I answer. "But I was..."

Once again, interrupted. "What if he asks me to be his girlfriend? What should I say to him? What if he wants to..." 

"ANNABETH I WAS RAPED!" I practically yell into my phone, causing more pain in my abdomen. 

"Wait, what?" She questions, starting to sound more serious. 

I take a deep breath and repeat myself. "Annabeth, I. Was. RAPED!" Then I start to groan again. It's the pain. 

Annabeth was silent on the other line, until she yelled "WHAT?! WHO DID THIS?! I SWEAR I WILL COME ON THAT SHIP AND KICK HIM WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE!" Yep. That's my best friend. 

"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell ANYONE!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." 

I take a deep breath, wince in pain (he went so far inside), and begin. "Okay, it was..." A knock came at my door. 

I get up slowly and walk towards the door, each step hurting my legs. I got scared a bit when I grabbed the knob. What if it was him again? "Britta." A voice that is thankfully not Harry's is on the other side. 

I turn the knob and pull. Standing there was a furious looking Zayn Malik. "What did Harry do to you?" 

A/N: I finished this chapter yesterday, but got caught up with other things. 

Let me just say, thanks so much for 100+ favorites! I didn't expect to get that many on this story! 

So this is an iPhone update, and I'm still in pjs at noon. There's nothing on. 

So thanks for reading! 


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