Oceans Between Us Chapter 3

Placing my suitcase down on the bed, I looked around the guest room that I would call my own for the month. The walls were cream and on the bed was a teal bed spread. It almost reminded me of home, almost. Taking a deep breath, I began to unzip my suitcase and take out my clothes. Looking down at my stained shirt, I smiled softly to myself before lifting the t-shirt over my head and throwing a spare blue t-shirt over my head.I began to fold my white t-shirt and place it on the bed before I heard my cell phone go off.

"Hi mom." I smiled, not even bothering to check the caller id.

"How are you?" My mother asked, no doubt in my mind that she was chewing down on her bottom lip like she always does.

"I'm good. Mr. and Mrs. Wright seem really nice." I said, lying back down on the bed and staring at the ceiling above me. "Their daughter Libby is really cute."

"That's good to hear. The flight wasn't bad?"

"It was fine." I laughed, staring at my white t-shirt with a small smirk.

"That's good." My mom repeated. "Erin and Caroline miss you."

"I miss them too." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Can you tell them that?"

"Of course. I should let you unpack."

"Okay." I nodded, even though I knew she couldn't see me. "I love you mom."

"I love you too sweetie. I'll call you soon."

"Bye." I whispered, watching the word 'end' flash across the screen. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I was interupted by a knock on the door. Turning my head, I smiled softly at Libby who was leaning against the doorframe.

"Do you want to see my room?"

"Sure." I laughed, nodding my head as Libby took my hand and pulled me down the hallway towards her room.

"My room is this one." Libby stated, stopping short and nodding her head towards a pink painted sign that read Libby's Room.

"You don't say." I smiled, biting down on my bottom lip as Libby opened the door quickly and pulled me inside. The room was painted a shade of pale purple and her bedspread was covered with pink and green butterflies.

"Do you like it?" Libby asked, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"I don't like it." I said, squating down so my eyes were level with hers. "I love it Libby."

"Good." Libby smiled, a gap toothed grin gracing my prescence.

"I like all your posters." I noted, my eyes scanning over the posters of people I have never seen before and some I have. I chuckled softly at Libby who was going on and on about each poster and who was in it before this one poster caught my eye and I froze. His face, I've seen him before.

"That's my favorite one." Libby sang, climbing up onto her bed before jumping up and down.

"Who are they?" I asked, staring at the one boy's face that was so familar.

"One Direction." Libby stated, placing her hands on her hips and shooting me a glare. "You don't know who they are?"

"I've heard of them." I nodded, remembering my younger sisters Caroline and Erin talking about them the other night. 

"They're so cute." Libby sighed, collasping on the bed with a light laugh.

"I know him." I said, pointing at the boy in the center of the photograph. 

"You know Harry Styles." Libby gapsed, jumping off her bed and running over to me.

"Who?" I asked, looking at Libby who was beaming at me.

"That boy." Libby said, pointing to the boy I was staring at. "That's Harry Styles."

"Oh." I nodded. "I probably met someone else then."

"Are you sure?" Libby asked, glancing at me quickly before staring back at the poster.

"Yeah, he just looks like him that's all." I reasoned, not believing that I met a boy in the band.

"Are you really sure?" Libby sang, pouting her lips at me.

"Of course." I laughed, picking Libby up and throwing her over my shoulder before I started to spin around the room.

"Put me down!" Libby screamed, a loud laugh escaping her lips before I placed her down.

"I'm going to go unpack but I promise to hangout with you after dinner." I said, ruffling Libby's hair as a smile appeared on her lips.

"I always wanted an older sister." Libby smiled, hugging me once more before walking over towards her dolls and sitting down.

Shaking my head, a small smile crept across my lips before I walked back into the guestroom and sat down on my bed.

"Harry Styles." I whispered, chuckling to myself before grabbing another shirt and placing it in the pile.