Stranded

Chapter 19: Harder Than Finding Nemo (Part 2)

[A/N: I have to warn you about frequent changes of POVs. Since I failed to update last week (I guess. I’m not really aware of the days of the week whenever it’s summer vacation.), I decided to update this. I hope this would suffice.]

 

Rae’s POV

I sighed, thinking about what is happening to me. This entire dream thing could only result to two things— one bad and one good. I can’t make up the specific outcomes, though. If I were to think about that now, I’ll be done by Friday. Next month. It is Monday but there isn’t much traffic, since it isn’t peak hour yet. Good thing we grabbed something to eat though, or else one of us could’ve passed out. I finally feel the heat of the summer sun as I move out of Vicky’s car. We hauled our bags into her small apartment, which, well, is quite well-kept for a person who scatters clothes in a room that’s not hers.

I learned a lot of things about my cousin just by staying with her in the same house without anyone else. Sure, we did hang out with each other back in Winchester, but it is different now, especially that there aren’t adults to boss us around and guard us 24/7.

She loves dressing up and putting makeup on. She loves taking photographs of herself to put in her portfolio. She loves being under the limelight.

After taking a shower and changing into my night clothes, I looked at Lea’s conversation with me again. She gave me her number, making it a lot easier for us to communicate.

Me: I’m currently on my way to London. Is there any chance that we might meet there?

Lea: Angel and I are planning to meet you there tomorrow. That is, if you aren’t busy.

Me: I don’t have anything to do tomorrow. You can decide what time and where we’ll meet.

Lea: London Eye, 3 PM.

Me: Okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.

Lea: Yeah.

I’m excited yet nervous about meeting them. What if they aren’t really the Lea and Angel I met in my dreams? What if they are kidnappers? I shoved the suspicious thoughts of mine to the backmost part of my mind but they always find their way back. What if it is just a prank? To distract my thoughts, I looked through my phone for any new messages or missed calls. I expected to see missed calls from mom or dad but I remember Vicky telling me that she has everything under control. Good for her.

Disregarding how early it still is, I jumped into my bed in Vicky’s guest room and called it a day before unhappy thoughts could even return and haunt me in my sleep.

Niall’s POV

All five of us stirred as Harry’s phone rang. We all looked like zombies, since we tried our best to stay up all night yet failed, making us sleep for less than three hours. Harry fumbled for his phone on the glass table and went inside his room to answer the call in private.

We took turns ogling at each other while Harry was busy talking to someone. Seriously, we look like crap, sitting here like beggars with our messy hairs and all. It is already one in the afternoon yet none of us has taken a shower. We literally just woke up. After a few minutes, Harry came back to the living room, his face pale.