Once In a Lifetime

Chapter 9, Kitchen Floor Conversations

July 25
Julia's point of view

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After mini golfing, we went back to our cabins. They really wanted me to eat dinner with them, so I agreed, but only if I could make it.

I mean, the chances of being killed by One Direction are small, but this could be the only exception. For all I know, they would put some sort of drug in my food and poison me. Or just drug me, and then lock me in a room and beat me. Or leave me for days without any food.

Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself. I may have read too many dark Harry fanfics. But how cool would it be if they really were like drug dealers. And they are all in a gang and they kill people for fun. Maybe they've come here to kill someone. Maybe they're on a secret mission and their cabin is full of weapons like knives and guns.

Do I go to therapy you ask? No, I do not. Perhaps that was already clear.

Harry didn't really agree with me making dinner, but there was nothing he could do about it, because I'm really stubborn. And it's not like I don't trust him, I mean, he is Harry Styles, and he wouldn't hurt a fly. I just really don't want to know what happens if I start relying on others for taking care of me. I always tell myself to not expect much from others, because you never know who you can and cannot trust.

Trust. It's such a weird thing. They could literally be the person you love most and just break everything you ever built together with one look. The lesson of today is never trust someone, except yourself. You can always only rely on yourself because people can walk out of your life in one go and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Uh-oh. That sounds depressing. Okay moving on.

Harry and Liam are at the store right now, buying the stuff from the list I gave them. There is a small store at walking distance, and a much bigger store that's like 20 minutes with the car.

I'm just lying in the grass, with my head on a pillow. The sun is still very bright, even though it's already after five. My sunglasses are covering my eyes, but I can't see anything because my eyes are closed. I do feel the warmth of the sun, and I can hear the music coming from my cabin. Louis said it was okay if I put my own music on, so I of course did that.

I don't know what kind of music they like. Yeah, I think I know what Harry's taste is though. It's probably old music. Like the Beatles and queen and stuff. Both not horrible, but I'd rather listen to their music. I do think that it would be a little awkward if I played their music in front of them. They would probably stare at me with their brows raised and be like, 'seriously?' I of course don't only listen to their music. Like duh. No, I really like Alec Benjamin, Sleeping at last, Taylor Swift and 5SOS.

I'm not really doing anything except for lying in the grass and humming to the songs. Louis and Niall are on their porch in chairs, I think. Last time I looked they were. The grass is so green. I would say greener than grass, but I think that's not possible. My humour is really deteriorating. The grass is also very soft. But it's not wet. Or damp. Otherwise I wouldn't be lying here.

I'm stuck in my thoughts as you may notice. This is all just so weird. It was so normal until today. I really thought this was going to be a boring ass vacation again, but boy was I wrong. More has happened than with my parents already, and I've not even known them for a day.

I swear I'm going to fall asleep if I lay here for 10 more minutes.

A while later, I heard the sound of a car coming closer. I opened my eyes and looked behind me. Yep, Niall and Louis were sitting on the front porch. They could be like this old couple sitting on rocking chairs being all lovey dovey.