You Aren't Who I Thought You Were

Stolen Rooms and Awkward Silence

Hey there wattpad users! How are all of you? I’ve been extremely happy lately, with my book doing well and my life being overall pretty amazing, so I wanted to write another chapter, an early Christmas gift to whoever likes my story and wants to read more. I hope you like it! :D

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Skye’s POV

“Alright, the plane will be landing shortly. We are about to begin our descent into the LA area. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your chairs and trays to the upright and locked position. No electronic devices will be permitted at this time. Have a safe trip and thank you for flying with Delta airways,” the speaker crackled with the pilots voice.

I was literally an hour away from a perfect tan and beach waved hair. As soon as we landed we would have our Limo take us to Andy and I’s beach house. From there we would unpack and go straight to the private beach only a minutes walk away.

I gently shook the blonde next to me.

“Niall, we’re here,” I whispered. He started to stir, his eyes fluttering open slowly.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A little over half an hour,” I chuckled lightly. “You were knocked out after the stewardess brought you the extra pretzels.”

His eyes suddenly wide open he exclaimed, “I didn’t finish them? I must’ve been pretty tired.”

“Out like a light,” I said with an amused smirk on my face. In the short time that I’d known him, the one thing that I'd learned was that this boy loved his food.

“I can’t wait to get to LA. I need some real food. Airline food is really shitty,” he grumbled.

I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks when he said that. He sounded so hot when he cursed. It seemed so natural for the words to leave his lips. I just- Stop it! Skye you have a wonderful boyfriend who loves you and you love him. This boy is cute, that’s it.

My stomach started to rise as the plane dropped. This had been my favorite part of flying since I was little and we would take our yearly trip to Colorado. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster getting ready to go down. I looked over to Niall, his eyes shut tight, knuckles white from gripping the seat arms too hard.

“Niall. You okay?” I cooed, trying to calm the Irish boy down.

“Yeah. Even with all of the touring we’ve been doing I guess I still haven’t gotten used to the feeling of landing. I’ll be okay,” he muttered, the strain evident in his voice.

“Alright. We’ll be on the ground soon,” I said with concern.

I reached over to grab his hand before he tore the seat arm off. He seemed to relax a bit at my touch. I kept his hand entwined with mine until the wheels of the plane were on the tarmac. Then I let go and stood up quickly, getting our bags out of the overhead bins so we wouldn’t get caught in the rush of passengers trying to locate their stuff. Perfect tan, here I come.

~*~

I stepped out of the black stretch limo, drinking in my surroundings. This had always been the favorite of my vacation spots. The small mansion looked modern, but still homey, with its slanted roof and balconies but its brick garage and oak patio. My mother had always wanted a house like this. She said if we ever moved back, she wanted a house on the beach with just enough room for all of us, plus one or two more when we had a guests visiting. I could hear a small collective gasp come from the boys behind me. I let a slight laugh escape my mouth.