Summer Love (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 2~ Arriving

RECAP:

Going on vacation with Uncle Simon. Am I being Punked? "Goodbye Liberty I'll miss you!" My Mum said as she pushed my "Uncle" Simon and I out the door. Bye to you to.

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                                                                  Chapter 2~ Arriving

Liberty's Point Of View

          Before I knew it, we were being pushed out the door. Not even a "Love you" from my mom. That's how loved I am. *Sob*. Hmph. I'll remember that for mother’s day. Some guy in a black suit (very spy looking if you ask me) took our bags and put them in the trunk. While another opened our limo door for us. Limo. I'll never get used to saying that. It was very roomy in the limo. A guy could live in here. Not a normal guy, maybe just a homeless person. Ima give one more homeless guy a roof to live under. I’m a great person.

It was really awkward between me and Simon. Yep. That’s right, I absolutely  refuse to call him my Uncle Simon. After all, I did just meet him. “Yo! Limo driver! Put the radio on!” I yelled. The radio came on, and my favorite song played. My favorite song was “When I was your man” by Bruno Mars. That song is absolutely amazing that if I could describe it in one word, it would be tacos. I mean, what could get better than tacos. So, my favorite song played, and my instinct was to sing along.

“Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,

Our songs on the radio but it don’t sound the same.

When our friends talk about you all it does is just tear me down.

‘Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

It all just sounds like

Oooooooh

Mmm to young to dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers,

And held your hand,

Should’ve gave you all my hours,

When I had the chance.

Take you to every party ‘cause all you wanted to do was dance,

Now my baby’s dancing,

But she’s dancing with another man…..”

                When I finished, Simon looked at me with wide eyes and spoke, “I wasn’t aware that you could sing.” Sounding all posh now I see. “I can’t. Well, I could, just not that good. Nothing extraordinary.” Simon looked at me with disbelief, he opened his mouth to say something, before the radio came on.

“You’re insecure.

Don’t know what fo-“

                I cut the song off with a loud groan. “ARGH!” I changed the radio station when Just give me a reason by P!nk played. I started humming along to the song when Simon asked, “You don’t like One Direction?” I shook my head symbolizing as a “No” and continued to stare out the window. I thought I heard Simon say something like “Well this should be interesting” but it wasn’t loud enough for me to hear. Or I could have been hallucinating. It’s happened before. Like when I thought I was on the park, sliding off a slide, and ended up falling down the stairs. Don’t judge, I was young. (I was 17 when it happened) Eh. That only happened because I drank to much coffee that morning. I learned my lesson. And the time after that. And after that one.

                After 5 minutes, we finally arrived at the airport. Finally! I scrambled out of the limo (hehe) and went to grab our bags. Looks like that guy had them again. I swear, if he steals my shampoo, he’s gonna lose a finger. I followed him and Simon to the gates. “Love, you’re going the wrong way. We don’t go that way. We’re going to go on my private jet.” Simon said. My eyes widened at what he just said. He must be kidding right? I still think I’m getting punked anyways. This isn’t funny anymore.

                We finally reached our destination of Simon’s private jet and stepped inside. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Everything was a nice, clean white. An L shaped couch on the side, and a red love seat on the other side. Then, in the roof, was a big shiny chandelier. This was nothing compared to the amount of food on a nice dining table on the other side of the jet. Yep. I’m definitely getting punked.

“Sit down Liberty.” Simon spoke with a stern tone. I did as I was told and drifted off into a nice, deep sleep.

                “Wake up. Wake up Liberty.” I heard someone say from the outside. The outside is a place with uncool people. The inside is where you wanna be. Like inside a box. I opened my eyes, and stretched to hear Simon say that we’re here already. I looked at the food table, and it was nearly empty. I glanced at Simon, and mouthed, “you ate it all.” Did i? I don’t remember. I probably just sleep walk. Or sleep eat. That would explain why I found gravy in my bed one day.

                We left the airport and headed inside another limo. Im going to start naming these. This limo’s name is gonna be Donna. After a good 10 minutes of playing with Simon’s hair while he was sleeping, we reached a humongous house. It looked like it could be the white house. I then whispered a quick goodbye to Donna. Nothing wrong with making new friends. I jumped outside the limo and opened the house door, not finding it locked, and jumped inside.

                I suddenly felt awkward when my eyes landed on 5 boys. You would not believe who was in here, One Direction. All five boys were here. Especially my enemy.

Oh this should get interesting.