Scars // LH

Chapter26- Any Bright Ideas, Clifford?

Mom and Dad are having their bedroom painted, so all of their stuff is in my little brother's room, meaning that he has to sleep in my room for the next 4 weeks! HELP ME!!!

Any Bright Ideas, Clifford?

"Melia Villa?" I repeated for the twenty seventh time as our limo weaved through the town of Nerja. The hot afternoon sunlight was beating down on the windows, making me uncomfortable as I squirmed in between Luke and Michael.

"Yep." Michael smirked, popping the p and clearly enjoying winding me up. I punched his arm playfully. "Why won't you tell me where it is?"

"Because you can wait." Michael answered simply. "You're in the same boat as everyone else."

"Expect for me." Calum piped up from in front. He twisted around in his seat to face us. "I used to go there with Michael as a kid. Its pretty sick."

I shot Michael a pointed look as the limo swerved left through a tiny dirt road and began climbing the huge hill hidden by the shady trees. I glanced through the windows at the flashing shadows as the car juddered when we seemed to it every bump. I glanced over at Luke. "Surely this can't be the way?"

Luke shrugged helplessly. "Don't look at me. I've never been here before."

"We're here!" Ashton hollered from the front of the limo just as we came to a stop. I rushed to undo my seat belt and wiggled to the front of the limo. The heatwave rushed over me as I stepped out. I walked around the car and came face to face with a huge iron gate. I grasped the bars and tried to peer through them, when Michael came strolling over. He took a deep breath, before reaching over to a tiny little panel on the left hand side of the gate. He pressed a few buttons, and the gates suddenly clicked to life, and slowly began to open. I glanced up, my eyes widening as the gates opened and began to reveal what was behind them. "This," Michael held his arms out. "Is Melia Villa."

It was beautiful, like a holiday home. (PIC ON THE SIDE) It wasn't something that you'd expect to be hidden along a dirt road. It was so modern, with white bricked walls and black framed windows. The wide panelled roofs reflected the sunlight, and the huge arch doorway was welcoming you in with tiny little golden lanterns.

"Oh my God..." I stuttered as the rest of the boys surrounded me. Michael breathed out a sigh of relief. "You like it?"

I nodded like mad, as did Luke and Ashton. "But how is this yours?" Ash asked curiously.

"It isn't." Calum responded. "Its his uncles."

"My uncle used to own it. He did a lot of travelling when he was younger." Michael explained. "But he decided to settle down here in Nerja and try to make a little money. So he turned this place into one of those villas where you rent it out to people."

"But he got tired of doing that and decided to travel again, leaving this place to Michael." Calum finished for him.

"So...this is all yours?" I asked, marvelling every little detail of the house.

"Mhm." Michael nodded. "But its even better inside. I'll show you."

We all trailed after Michael up to the front door. Once we were all crowded in the front porch, I reached for the door handle, but it was locked. "Any bright ideas, Clifford?" I asked.

"I can pick locks." Luke offered, twiddling his thumbs.

"No need." Michael cut him off, reaching into one of the lanterns. "My uncle always kept a spare key in here."

Michael pushed the key into the lock and turned it, before opening the door and stepping inside with us following closely behind.

Michael was right, the interior was even better than outside. We stood in the front hallway, directly in front of a huge set of spiralling wooden stairs. I threw my bags down on the floor and turned the left into the lounge. It was just like a holiday home. Sure, it was old fashioned, with the cherry oak floors bleached from the sun, and the mint green paper peeling from the walls. There was an antiquated set of ranch couches surrounding a huge mahogany mantelpiece. I raced through the open French doorway and into the kitchen. It was exactly the same, old fashioned but still loveable. All of the work surfaces were new and polished, along with the huge island in the middle and high stool chairs. I oohed and aahed over the house as the rest of the boys joined me.

"Guys, this is amazing!" I hopped up onto the island as the rest of the boys surrounded me.

"That's not all." Calum gestured to a huge glass sliding door on the other side of the kitchen. I jumped down and hurried over, sliding the door open. Outside, was a huge circular swimming pool, surrounded by palm trees and sunbeds. It couldn't get any better, it was perfect.

"So guys! Whats the plan?" Ashton declared from behind me.

"Well, we have a show tonight at 8pm, and it doesn't take 10 minutes to get to the arena..." Luke pointed out.

"Me and Ash can go shopping, since there's no food in the house." Calum suggested.

"I'll stay and unpack with Soph." Luke offered, shooting me a knowing look. I nodded, then turned to Michael. "Have I got a room?"

Michael's eyes lit up, and he grabbed my hand, dragging me back inside. "Have you got a room?! You've got the best room in the house!" Michael pulled me hurriedly up the spiral staircase and to the room at the very back of the house. He pushed the door open, and my heart stopped. "You've got the master bedroom."

The "master bedroom" was beyond perfect. It was old and faded, with soft lilac calico wallpaper. The huge four poster bed with purple rose printed quilts and thick white curtains, the dust covered cream wardrobes, the tiny little en suite bathroom with peach furniture and gold brass taps, the wobbly dressing table crammed with vintage perfumes, and the gigantic modern balcony that overlooked the pool outside, everything about it was beautiful.

"Michael..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"I mean, us four boys have a room each to ourselves, but I thought, since you're the smelly girl out of all of us, you probably need the best room." I forced a grin before running over and jumping at him. "Thank you so much."

"C'mon Michael!" Ashton came hobbling in with my suitcases. "We're going shopping. You coming?"

"Sure." Michael replied, pausing in th doorway to glare at me. "Don't trash the place while I'm gone!"

I laughed, waving him away. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the bleached white ceiling. This day kept getting better and better.

About half an hour later, I'd unpacked everything and put it all away. I'd hung up my outfit for the concert tonight, a black and white striped jumpsuit and white Air Max. I'd dressed in my black and blue bikini and thrown my leopard print beach dress over the top. I wrapped my hair up in a messy bun and lounged across my bed, completely engrossed in a Shout magazine.

"Sweet room." I heard a voice from the door, and I looked past my magazine to see Luke. He was leaning against the doorway, dressed in a white tank top and blue shorts. I rolled over to face him. "Isn't it just?"

"Yeah." He agreed, a smirk playing on his lips as he folded his arms. "Its soppy and prissy, just like you."

I threw my magazine at him, but missed as he ducked behind the wall, laughing as he did. That laugh...it rang through my ears, in a good way. I loved it.

"You watch your mouth Hemmings." I warned him, sitting up and slipping my flip flops onto my feet. Luke bobbed back into view, peering through the doorway. "I can't. Its physically impossible. Anyway, I came up here so that I could show you something. Follow me."

I frowned in confusion as he disappeared. I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Curiously, I followed him, down the stairs, through the living room and out to the poolside. Luke was standing on the other side of the pool where two palm trees crossed over each other. I tottered around the pool and finally caught up with him. "Luke, what is it?"

Luke placed his finger over my lips, before using his other hand to push away the draping leaves of the trees, revealing a set of crumbling stone steps. I gasped in surprise as Luke grinned, offering his hand out to me. "Shall we?"

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Where are these steps gonna lead to? OOOOHHH!

Comment you guesses, lets see who gets it right :)

Next update will be very very soon, I'm writing as you read!

Peace Out Girl Scout! - Maris xxx