You Aren't Who I Thought You Were

Shouting and Short Showers

Haha my social studies teacher just said I could type since I was done with my work. Whoop Whoop! Well here’s chapter 14!

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Skye’s POV

I watched the boys continue to eat my chicken picatta. I never knew one person could consume so much food. Especially Niall. Did that boy have a black hole for a stomach? He devoured his plate within seconds and then asked for more. I think this was his third helping. I’d hate to tell him that there was no more. I’d leave that for him to find. I’m sure when he walks back into the kitchen he’ll see the empty pot and figure it out. I crept quietly across the house and up the spiral staircase, not alerting them of my absence from the dining room. My hand slid along the smooth steel rail, fingers finding notches in the wooden capping. The deep mahogany gave it a homey feel, just the way my mother would have wanted. She would have loved this house. It’s specifically why I bought it. I felt she was still with me, and she loved coming here just as I do. I took in my surroundings. I was too lost in thought to notice I had stopped climbing and was now standing idly in the middle of the step. I lifted my foot to start again, but the step in front of me creaked. It may have been small, but I was sure they heard it. Oh well, it’s not like I was trying to hide from them. I continued up the stairs, unfazed by the silence in the kitchen. As I reached the top, a shout came from downstairs.

“Harry! I wanted that!” I could hear Niall from across the house.

I decided to ignore the cry and keep walking. My size 7 feet padded quietly down the hallway, counting the doors as I go. One, two, three, four, five. I went for the first one, my room, to maybe go take a shower before I went to bed. It was almost 8 o’clock and the jetlag was getting to me. I just wanted to lie down and let sleep take over me. After a minute or so of undressing and getting clean clothes out, I suddenly felt a burst of energy. I went to go turn the shower off and I ransacked my drawers for something to wear. I opened the top drawer of my dresser, pulling out a pair of grey cotton shorts that would hug my bottom perfectly. Now for a top. The door to my closet was already ajar from earlier, so all I had to do was locate my purple tank top and pull it from its hanger. After easing the soft material over my head, I took a few bobby pins from my bathroom and pinned my hair into a messy bun, letting a few strands from the front fall and frame my features. I turned around, examining myself in the wall to wall mirror to the west of my bed. Perfect outfit.

I pranced over to my door, opening it slowly. I glanced down the hallway, quickly peering down the stairs. I wanted to be alone when I was up here. No distractions or boyish interruptions. No testosterone whatsoever. I’ve had enough to last me a century in the one day I’ve been here. I snuck to the room right beside mine, pulling a small key from the chain on my neck. I made sure to always leave the door locked, no one was allowed in, they would disturb the peaceful and serene quietness of the room. The cool silver metal lay flat in my palm. I inserted the key into the lock, turning it clockwise and pushing the door open. I gave a swift glance back, examining the hallway yet again, and dashed inside, making sure I had closed the door behind me. A thick darkness penetrated my senses. It was entirely quiet, not a thing could be seen. Silence filled the space, but not just any silence, it was a loud silence that you knew was there, but you tried not to acknowledge. I blindly searched along the wall for the switch. The pads of my fingers tapped the drywall, trying to find the plastic square that would turn on the lights. I felt the edge of something hard and brushed my hand upwards, immediately flicking the switch upwards. The stark white light cut through the space, filling every corner and reflecting off the polished wooden floors. I spun around, drinking in my surroundings. A muffled sigh that I didn’t know I was holding finally escaped. How long had it been? 5 years? 8 years since I had been here? God, I missed this room.

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I’m sorry please don’t kill me! I know I left it on a cliffhanger in the sense that you have no idea what’s in the room but trust me you will soon! Next chapter won’t be up for a while though unless I’m in a writing mood. Also its kinda short so sorry.

 

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-Lauren Xx