I'm Yours

Surprise

WOW 108 reads on this story. Let me just say that I was not expecting that at all. This chapter was 7 pages on Word so hopefully its ok.

Nat P.O.V

I put my robe on around my body and grab the towel it's hanging position at the back of the door and started squeezing my wet hair as I walked out of the bathroom. I heard my sister's voice coming from her open door so I went to go and tell her that the bathroom was hers. I walk to her door and see her sitting on her bed talking on the phone. Her messy hair fell over her right shoulder and her head was slightly turned so she didn't see me standing in the doorway. "Nish," I say making my presence known and she looks up at me. "Bathroom's yours, start getting ready." She nods and goes back to talking. "Hurry up; I still have to dry my hair."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay go away," she says pulling the phone from her ear and covering the mouth piece.

I hold my hand up in surrender and she goes back to talking. It wasn't hard to figure out who Nia was talking to. There's only one person that she's willing to talk to at this hour and even if that wasn't the case the smile plastered on her face gave it away. "Hey Josh!" I shout to the person on the phone.

"He says 'hey'," Nia says. "Now can you leave?"

"Not until you get up," I state.

She dramatically swings her legs over the side of her bed and stands up. She gestures for me to leave and mouths "buh-bye". I cross my arms stubbornly. She groans in frustration. "I've got to go. Nat's being a pain. Love you," she says. "Bye." She hangs up the phone and turns to me. "Happy now?"

"I will be when you get in the shower," I say and go to my room.

I hear the sound of running water as I close my bedroom door. I turn to my closet to start the difficult task of finding an outfit to wear to school. After half an hour of taking clothes out of my closet and drawers, trying them on, then taking them off and throwing them on my bed I finally settle on a red halter back dress that comes down to my knees. "Nish," I call.

"Yes I'm out of the bathroom," she yells from her room.

I go back into the bathroom and turn on my blow dryer while blasting music on my iPod. I use my blow dryer as a microphone as Headphones by Conor Maynard comes on. About 45 minutes after I start my crazy karaoke party my hair is finally dry. I unplug the hair dryer and comb out any knots in my hairs. I emerge from the bathroom and head downstairs; as I pass Nia's room I see her sitting at her vanity table halfway through curling her hair. "Hey mum," I say walking into the kitchen.

I got no response. "Mum?" still no response "Mum!"

Now I was starting to get a little bit angry. I look out of the living room window and discover that her car is not in the driveway. I walk back into the kitchen and notice something on the fridge. I take it off and read it, and then I go back upstairs and go to Nia's room. "She's doing it again!" I say.

Nia lowers her curling iron and turns to me. "What do you mean?" she asks me.

"Mum's not here," I say.

"Well that doesn't mean-"

I show her the note that our mother so thoughtfully left on the fridge. Gone to work. Be back late. Have a good day - Love Mom xx. Nia hands me back the note and swiftly turns on her stool so that she is facing the mirror once again, resuming her job of curling her hair. I know, however, that the only reason she turned away from me is to attempt to hide the tears threatening to fall down her face. "Nish," I say as I gently pry the wand from her hands.

Her hands almost immediately clench after losing contact with the handle.

"This is the what, like twentieth time since we moved? That's almost half the time we've been living here," she says. "She promised. She said that after we moved would be different. She makes her own hours which meant that she could actually spend time with us. But, of course not. I should've known that promise was too good to be true."