Message in a Bottle

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Chapter 3



*Ciara's POV*



"Mom!" Mason yells as he holds his sippie-cup in the air with his hands.



"Yes love?" I ask, putting my hands on my knees and bending down to his level.



"Juice!" He yells, handing me his bottle. Mason was only one and a half so he couldn't speak that well, but Mike and I could understand what he meant most of the time. I reach into the fridge and pull out a container that held apple juice, it was Mason's favorite beverage. As I pour the liquid inside the bottle, I hear Mike's footsteps coming from the bathroom.



"Ciara, you want to know what I just noticed," he sits down at the table. Thank God, he's in a good mood.



I pace over to Mason and hand him the juice and then face Mike, "what?" I ask eagerly, a forced smile on my lips. Because that's what he wanted.



"Mason's eyes are green. Mine are brown and yours are blue. Where does he get that bright green from?" His face looks puzzled.



"I'm not sure," I lie. Mason obviously got his eye color from his real father, Harry's eyes are an emerald green. I acted like I didn't put much thought into the question though, I don't want him to suspect anything. "But I remember in school we learned about recessive traits, so that could be the solution." Mike normally always needed an exact answer, because that's what he wanted.



"You're wearing my shirt. Why?"



I felt the breath hitch in my throat, my mouth went dry. "My clothes were dirty... I-I needed something to wear..."



"Take it off immediately. I was planning on wearing that shirt tonight when I go out but now it looks like I can't because it's all dirty." I quickly begin to take the shirt off of my body, once I do I'm left standing there in a red lacy bra, feeling exposed.



He snatches the plain white T-shirt from my hand, "why are you wearing such a slutty bra?" He hisses in my ear as he snaps the back of it, sending a shiver of pain down my skin. "Giving a show to another man, Ciara?" I stand there, trying to not make a sound. I was so frightened that I couldn't even breathe without fear of what he'd do to me. "Ciara!" He screams, pushing me roughly into the fridge, "answer me!"



His voice echoes off the walls, I stare at him, hoping I won't start crying. I know I have to answer him, or else he would get even more angry. "Of course not babe, I love you," I say, because that's what he wanted.



"Go do your laundry. Don't wear my clothes again. See what you make me do?" He slams his fist on the countertop, in my head I was thanking God that it was not my head. I stand there cautiously, watching him. "What are you waiting for? Go!" He screams. I jump, and hurry down the stairs before he could do anything more.



I empty the basket full of dirty laundry and began to sort out my clothes by color. I can't wash mine and Mike's clothes together because he told me it was not reasonable and sanitary.



I try my hardest not to cry, but as I put the detergent into the washer, all I see are a blur of colors. I can't do this anymore. We were at risk, both Mason and I. Surprisingly though with Mason, Mike is never rough. In the middle of the night, if we wake up to Mason crying, he'll get up before me to attend to his needs.



A football game was on, so I figured Mike would be too busy to pay attention to what I was doing. I check to make sure my iPhone was in my back pocket, it was. I keep the washer going, it produces a sound that would make my voice muffled from upstairs. I begin to unfold the note in my lap, a lump growing in my throat. I read the number 1(818) 555-4385 over and over again until I got the nerve to dial it.



It rings a couple times until I hear a voice answer, "hello?" It was low and raspy.



*Harry's POV*



I was laying on the couch watching a movie that Louis had picked out when my phone starts to ring, "I'll be back in a second," I tell the boys as I take my phone out and walk into the kitchen. An unfamiliar number appears on the screen and I was close to hitting decline, but something made me hit answer. "Hello?" I say into my phone.



It was silent for a moment but then I hear some words, "hi, I'm Ciara," a lovely voice sounds on the other line.



"How did you get my number?" I ask, not knowing a "Ciara." I was not in the mood for my phone number to get leaked to the press and fans, it was the last thing I wanted to deal with; changing my number.



"Well, I found a note and it had your number on it..." I look around the room, I could feel the awkward tension reach right though the phone line. What note would have my private cell phone number on it?



"And?" I linger with the "d" sound.



"I don't know, I found a bottle floating in the English Channel with a note inside, it said to call you because fate or something like that, I'm not sure, maybe I have the wrong number," my heart completely stopped. Ciara is the one who found my message in a bottle!



"Oh my God, you found it?! My message in a bottle?!" I hadn't even thought about that day since over two years ago, I've had too much on my mind.



"Yeah I guess," she sounds confused, yet ridiculously attractive.



"Read me it," I demand. I forgot what I had written, it felt like a life time ago. My life was so much different back then, I had barely any worries and now, I have too many to keep track of. Ciara read me the entire message that I had written two years earlier and I knew I had to see her as soon as possible. "I need to meet you," I openly state, fumbling with my shirt's hem.



"I don't even know you!" She shrieks.



"Come on, my friends and I wrote those messages to have someone find them, and you did! You found it for a reason," I was going to get her to agree to meet with me no matter what. The lads had no idea this was going on, they were still really into the movie Fast Five even though I have seen it plenty of times before.



"Fine," she gives in, a huge smile appears on my face. "Wait, I don't even know what country you live in!"



I let out a chuckle, "I live in the UK, and we must live by each other because we have the same area code. 818."



"I live in London, so you do too?" She asks.



"Yes, so where do you want to meet?"



She was quiet for a moment but then she spoke up, "meet me at Salvatore's? It's on Ransom road! Tomorrow at 7:00?"



I couldn't stop myself from smiling, "that sounds great! I'll see you then," I beam.



"What's your name?" She questions before I hang up, I instantly begin raking my brain for an answer.



"Edward," I reply. I didn't want to give anything away about being Harry Styles, so I just decided on telling her my middle name.



"See you then Edward!" Ciara responds and then hangs up. I set my phone down on the counter and then run over to the boys.



"You know how we all did those message in a bottle's years ago?" I ask them, standing in front of the television.



Louis grabs the remote and pauses the movie, "yeah, what about them?" He looks almost annoyed with me for interrupting their movie.



"A girl named Ciara found mine and she just called me! We're going to be meeting up tomorrow!" I couldn't believe someone actually found it. Neither could the boys because all of their eyes bulged out of their heads.



"Oh my God!" Niall and Zayn yell in unison while Louis and Liam stare at me in astonishment.



"I know, I can't believe it!" I fall onto the couch, in a daze.



"What if she's not what you expect?" Zayn asks, ruining my moment.



"What could be so bad about her?" I defend my happiness. Nothing could ruin the feeling I feel in my stomach right now, it feels like something good was going to come out of this somehow.



"She," he put in quotations, "could be a guy, I don't know!"



"Guess we'll find out tomorrow," I laugh.



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