Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson

The Beach House

Haii guys so I'm on my way to my brothers hockey tourney YAY no school today!! But I'm typing this on my iPad so it'll probs be short and with a bunch of errors but I'll edit it next time I use a computer. Okay enjoy!!!!

Tay POV

I can't believe I just did that, I went up and yelled in front of a bunch of complete strangers, plus they were all crazy fan girls. I didn't even made a huge fool of myself, if I do say so myself, I seemed pretty cool, what happened to shy Tay?

I even talked to that one named Louis, not a lot, but I did. I was even sort of rude and sarcastic, I never usually let people see that side of me, I hope he doesn't think I'm a huge bitch or anything now, not that it would really matter, I meant what I said, I don't plan on seeing him again.

"What happened over there? It looked pretty crazy." My Dad asks me, looking concerned.

"Oh it was just that band One Direction, they have some obsessive fans." I fill them in non-chalantly.

"Just One Direction? Aren't they really popular?" My Mom answers me with another question.

"Yeah I guess, but I'm just not really a fan." I explain, not mentioning how I yelled at all of them.

I look back and see that the population of girls obsessing over Louis and the rest if them, whose names I don't know, has dropped quite a bit, I don't know if it's really because of me yelling at them, but if it was then I'm glad I could help.

"Okay, well here you go," my Dad hands me my leopard print suitcases, "we should get going, I'll call a cab to come get us."

I take the brightly coloured bags, and head out of the baggage claim area, to the main area where people are milling around, trying to find an exit or get to their flight gate.

We follow the signs in the airport that point to the exit, until we finally find a door that leads to the streets of San Francisco.

My Dad is already on the phone with a cab company, filling them in on our current location, and the number of us that need to be driven.

"The man says that the cab should be here in about ten minutes." He tells us after hanging up.

As expected, after ten minutes of waiting in front of the airport, taking in the views of San Francisco, which differ quite a bit from the one in New York, the cab gets here, driven by a tanned man looking around the age of forty.

I plug my head phones into my iPhone and listen to whatever music comes on in the twenty minute drive to wherever it is we're going.

When the cab finally stops, I register my surroundings, we're at a beach house, it looks like a place someone would come to vacation not live all year long. But I don't say anything since I don't want to start an argument with my parents right in front of a total stranger.

The cabbie helps us bring our bags out of the car, and then drives off telling us to enjoy our vacation and nobody bothers to correct him. Finally, he drives off, leaving my parents and I alone at the beach house.

Neither of my parents say anything about the size of the house or the fact that it's right on a beach, so I stay quiet, deciding I should at least see the inside of the house before I decide that I don't like it, or that it's too small.

We walk into the house and I look around, I don't think that there is more than 1 bedroom and a pull out couch, with a tiny kitchen and a living area with an old box T.V. If we really plan to live here then what I will have learned from it is that my parents have dramatically dropped their standards for living arrangments.