Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 18

Chapter 18:

Harry’s POV

            Natalie knocked on the window and waved goodbye before driving away. I waved back and got into the limo with a huge smile on my face.

            Louis looked up from his phone and sees my face. “Found a new girl, Harry?” he asked.

            He knows me too well. “No, the same,” I told him.

            “Wait, what?”

            “Remember Natalie? Well she’s in that high school class that was on the plane with us. And I ended up sitting next to her, and we, well talked things out.”

            “Wow Harry. I guess it was really meant to be for you two, like you guys are always at the right place and time,” said Louis while shaking his head.

            “Yeah, I guess it is. At least I hope it is,” I said.

            “Hope what is?” asked Liam, coming into the conversation.

            “Harry fancies someone,” replied Louis, “young love.”

            “Oh really Hazza? Tell me more,” said Liam.

            “It’s nothing really; just that one girl we spent the day with a while ago. Remember Natalie?” I asked him.

            “Oh yeah, I remember her! Lovely girl Harry, really funny too.”

            “Yeah, she’s great,” I said with a smile.

            Then the trunk slammed shut, the engine started, and away we drove.

Natalie’s POV

            After about thirty minutes of riding the bus, we got off and stretched our legs, smelling the ocean. Then we got our entire luggage and walked to our beach hotel resort that we would be staying in for a whole week.

            “Alright, room assignments,” hollered Mr. Stpehenski, “Natalie, Rebecca, you two little unicorns will be sharing a room.”

            I look at Becca excitedly; this keeps getting better and better. We received our keys from Mr. Stephenski and walked to the elevator, wanting to hurry up and get to our room.

            “Now wait! Nat and Becca, here’s your schedules. Dinner’s down here at six,” Mr. Stephenski told us.

            “Yes, Mr. Stephenski,” we replied back.

            After we got to our room and settled down on the beds, we heard a knock on the door.

            “I got it,” I told Becca.

            I opened the door to find Sydney and Taylor, the two cheerleaders who were like the most popular people in my grade. Scratch that; their vaginas were popular. These two girls were possibly the bitchiest people I’ve ever met, and that means a lot. Both have blonde hair, and both of them are pretty much whores. Taylor has this voice that makes you want to curl into a fetal position and die. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, or a seventy year old man with a stuffy nose and a severe head cold. Oh, did I mention they have orange faces? Like seriously, they cake so much makeup on, it’s not even funny. Their faces orange, the rest of their bodies pale white. Not cute.

            “What do you want,” I told them.

            “We saw that you sat next to Harry on the plane,” said Sydney.