Twisted

Chapter 7: Museum and pool party

After receiving a nudge to the shoulder, my eyes shot open. My eyes caught sight of the hand on my shoulder. It was Kelly's. Sleepy and tired as I was, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I wish I could have slept longer.

"What?" I murmured."Clara! It's almost time to land.You better get your ass up," she whispered.

My eyes shoot open again as I realized where I was at. I was getting up from my position but couldn't because Harry's arm rested on my shoulder. Therefore, it restricted the motion. My head was on Harry's shoulder, and his head was on mine.

How did this happen? Weren't we just fighting? 

Then I gently tilted his head away from mine and moved his hand from my shoulder, which caused him to jerk. He glanced at me as he nuzzled his eyes with the back of his hand. He noticed what position we were previously in and smirked at me.Rolling my eyes, I got up to leave the plane with Kelly.

"You seem to have enjoyed yourself!" she muttered sarcastically.

"Trust me, it couldn't have gone more wrong if you tried," I replied. "He is a literal pain in the ass."

"Certainly didn't appear so," she remarked. I rolled my eyes at her statement.

"Clara, listen to me. I don't want you talking to him. Max is the Regina George of Greenwich. You wouldn't wanna mess with her," she replied with a serious undertone.

"Hey, I didn't plan for that to happen. And after what happened today, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near him again. You have nothing to worry about," I assured her honestly.

I know she is just looking out for me, but it's unnecessary. I did not want to talk to him again, anyway. He's an ass. I just wish he hadn't come on this trip in the first place. 

"Good." she smiled.

Next, we all boarded a bus to get to the hotel. The hotel was magnificent. There was a large swimming pool, not that I intended to swim in it. Pearl, Kelly, and I shared a room. A beautiful balcony overlooking the city, two king-sized beds, a television, and a desk round out the room's features. 

The museum was our destination today, but we had some time to get settled before then.We all put facemasks on each other to drown the tiredness of the journey. We then ordered room service and ate strawberry and mint ice cream.

 "Can this day get any better?" Pearl muttered while we were all laying on the bed watching some unknown show.

"I wish we could stay here the whole day," Kelly said.

"So do I," I replied.

 We heard a bang on the door and got up. Mrs. Martin was standing on the other side of the door when Pearl opened it.

"We are leaving in 10 minutes, so come down soon."

After a few minutes, we visited the museum.The day went great; the museum was wonderful, and we saw some beautiful art. Painting is one of my favorite forms of art. It represents the perspective of how people view their lives. Every art has a story behind it, and every story has a meaning. It may take years to interpret the true meaning behind it. 

"It's amazing, isn't it?" A voice behind me spoke.

I looked around and saw Zayn staring at the picture I was looking at."Yes, but I'm not understanding it," I spoke with uncertainty, scanning it.

 The painting was scattered with colors in the most artistic manner, but I couldn't decipher the true meaning behind it.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear."Things are not always transparent. You gotta look at it differently."