Rebecca’s POV
“Hotel 673?” I laugh as we pull up to the second hotel that we’ve been located in, in America. The usual pairings for the rooms were guided into their places as I stepped inside another foreign bedroom, a small ping in my stomach reminded me of how far away from home I really was.
“Don’t worry baby, I know what you’re thinking so don’t deny it, I miss home too.” A sigh escaped my lips as the boy behind me snaked his arms around my waist, hugging me with my back against his chest. His chin rested onto my shoulder as we stared out the window, mesmerised by the view and the thought of home.
“I should get a shower.” The movement of his chin clarified he was nodding along with the release of his arms. The simple habit of borrowing Sophie’s shower seemed harder to break, even when Ashton had his own shower and no longer needed mine. He seemed to have difficulty breaking this habit because the door opened although it seemed quiet and distant it still caused me to turn.
“Sorry, hard habit to break.” I laughed as his words matched the ones in my mind.
“I know, I was just about to steal Sophie’s.” Ashton chuckled along letting it drift into silence, he seemed on edge around me and I wondered if it was the fact Niall was in here or… My head quickly turned, looking around the room.
“Niall?” A gulp rolled Ashton’s Adams Apple making me frown but shrug off his unease. The strange behaviour from Ashton had me weirded out so I escaped the room and went on the journey to find Sophie’s new room.
I finally found it after Calum’s useless help; apparently he could smell Michael out? Ridiculous that boy. The door was opened allowing me to enter.
“Hey” I smiled. “Sorry, hard habit to break” The exact words Ashton used earlier. My mind drifted off to the odd encounter with him before I snapped myself out of my own bubble. The arm that had my towel hung over it was lifted, informing an oblivious Sophie on my intentions on having a shower. When called by her boyfriend, Sophie hopped up and followed his voice out of the hotel room. I watched a small pen? Fall from her lap when she stood, making me take a look at the whole room. We’ve only just arrived and the sheets are crumpled as if someone’s slept there for weeks. I cringed at the reason of the state of the duvet and mentally hope that Sophie’s sickness bug would have prevented the obvious.
The shower was warm and refreshing, clearing my mind from any unhealthy worry but the simplest of things seemed to draw my attention. That pen. It seemed as though Sophie had been staring at it for a while as her head was ducked low when she returned to sitting down after allowing me in.
Curiosity got the better of me as I exited the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, walked out of the clammy bathroom and rushed towards the item that lay on the floor.
Had she took my advice?
My wild thoughts were interrupted when the item really was just a pen. What was wrong with me? I returned to the wet room but was in no mood to finish soaking my body until I was satisfied. I thought I was seeing illusions when the item of which I accused the pen to be, was lying on the sink beside a pink floral bag filled with makeup. To match my eyes with reality, I picked the item up, rolling it in my hand. I didn’t dare read it, it wasn’t my business.
Or so I thought.
Without fully functioning my actions, I allowed my eyes to fine the symbol. Yet again, I let my body that only held a towel to hide in, take control, my legs sending me running out of my best friend’s room and towards her.
