Mr. Styles meet Ms. Mermaid (Harry Styles: no.1)

Chapter 28

Lydia’s POV

I’ve always disliked airports.

They were full of germs and people; my two least favorite things in this world. I was always worried that I would catch some sort of foreign disease that the US hadn’t gotten yet.

I’m a weird girl I know.

“Sit up straighter Lydia. We’re in public.” My mother’s voice rings in my ears and I want to push her off a cliff. I don’t understand how she could take me away from people that loved me. I don’t understand why she chose now to become a caring mother.

I just don’t get it.

My farewell with Ryan was bad. I was all over the place, his emotions getting the better of him too. It was so crystal clear even though my head ached from the pain of leaving.

I had walked up the deck stairs, my sand covered feet scratching against the floor boards. I wiped my eyes even though I knew my face was red and my eyes were puffy. I looked horrid when I cried, a basic fact of my life. I sniffed and I cleared my throat before pulling the handle of the sliding door open.

The house wasn’t the same, I could just feel it. I stepped inside and shut the door, making my way into the kitchen.

“She’s an adult.” I heard a masculine voice through the house. I almost halt in my position, it was Ryan’s voice.

“She just turned 18; she doesn’t know what being an adult is!” My mother yelled, probably back at Ryan.

Were they fighting about me? My mother never approved of Ryan and his decisions –though most of them were good. She always put him down whenever he was mentioned on TV or by me.

“So let her stay!” I could tell he was getting frustrated the more they argued. “Let her figure it out on her own! Stop babying her.”

“I will not! The next thing I need is for her to figure out that-”

“Shut up for god’s sake!” I hiss stepping in. What was she about to say? I guess we’ll never know. “Why can’t you two just get along for me?”

“Lydia, I want you in the car.” My mother says in an exhausted tone of voice. I grimace at her weakness, the same weakness she forced out of me.

“Yes, Sir.” I turn away from her and Ryan, making my way towards the stairs. I run up the stairs and into the room that would soon be vacated. I walk inside, picking up a duffle bag that was filled with the new clothes I had bought with the boys.

Leaving the boys was so surreal. It was only yesterday when Chace was invited to play soccer on the beach with Niall and Zayn. Memories flooded my mind, forcing my heart to swell.

I hoist the duffle bag over my shoulder and look around the empty room. Good memories.

“Bye,” I whisper to the open space, the balcony doors wide open.

I step out of the room, shutting the door on my way out. I descend the stairs to see three people in the foyer. Chace stood between my mother and Ryan, probably as some sort of referee.

“Bye boys,” I smile at the two guys I spent so much time with. The smile I wore was clearly forced; I didn’t want to cry over them like I knew I would.

Chace opens his arms up and I shuffle in, “Bye Shorty.”

“Hey!” I laugh, tears beginning to sting my eyes. “I’m not that short.”

“To us you are.” I can hear Ryan say from the other side of Chace’s tall frame. I laugh a bit, burying my face into his chest.

“I’m going to miss you, Chace.”