"Olivia.. you have less than an hour to prepare yourself."
A soft voice from the woman that I loved woke me up. I groaned and dipped my head under the white pillow as I felt the annoying sunlight burned my almost naked body between my beige curtains.
"Gimme one sec, mom. I need to know why do I have to be in rush."
"Because it's your day to go out."
I lazily got up from my bed, wrinkled my hair as how we should do when we just woke up. I yawned, too wide just to give my mom some sign that I am exhausted as hell.
"What time is it?" I peeked my head outside the pillow with my eyes sqiuinted, only to adjust the iluminate light that I can not handle yet.
"6.50. You have to made it to the airport at 7.30." What the hell? I just got home at 3 in the fucking morning and now I had less than an hour to prepare myself? I thought my mom did not remember that I am so not a morning person.
"Okay.. move out.. Miami.. I'm coming," I dragged every syllable just to have my mom's brows raised.
"Miami?" She asked me with the curious tone she had. As a respond, I arched one of brow to her.
"We are going to Miami, aren't we?"
"Yes we are, but you don't count on this. So you yourself are going to Brooklyn." She handed me my blanket that already folded neatly. My eyes bulged as they were goint to come out from its place.
"No way, Mom! This shit is--"
"Language, Oliv."
I growled. "Okay, what I'm trying to say is this sh-- this idea isn't going to happen. It can't be real. Why wouldn't you tell me before?" Gee, I felt my head throbbing and pounding against its wall, sure enough to gave a painful headache in this early morning. Freaking hangover.
"Your dad has told you a week ago when you got home late with Zayn. You were so sleepy back then but you still able to make your father's words."
"What did he say?"
"That you can't stay with us this summer in Miami because you always come home too late, with Zayn, and he worried about you, your grade. He--"
"Get to the point," I did not realize that I snapped at her. I muttered a slow 'Sorry' to her as she gave a slight nod.
"He asked you to enjoy your summer in one of his shelter and you answered yes with one condition, bring Zayn with you."
I can not point a finger when was that happen but I'm sure as hell it was when I was so wasted because of the liquor we had--Zayn and I but Zayn would not get wasted with only 5 shots.
Well, I supposed this idea wasn't as bad as I think, considering the fact that Zayn would come along with me.
It's been the longest date I've ever had here in Manhattan during my high school year. I've been fuçking with the Jocks and the Rebels in my school almost every night, and it was nothing to compare with this man that my parents knew as my boyfriend.
You can call me bitćh, coward, slut, whore, anything. Just so you know, I never give a shit on those things. My parents are ridiculously rich, and I was being the polite and naive also the smart daughter all the time in front of them. My grade is straight A's, and that's enough to be my mask. You know what, I need to follow my rule: YOLO.
I did not know that my should-be summer trip was going to turn upside down to a shelter of my dad's. It was incredibly caught me off guard when I heard the news just now. Guess what, I've packed all of my stuffs with bikinis and swimsuits because I did not fucking know that my trip was going to be a disaster.
"But, mom. My suitcase contains the things that I need in Miami, none of them are well enough to be wear in shelter, especially for children if I'm not mistake that the shelter in Brooklyn mostly filled with children."
"No need to worry about it. Our shelter over ther is almost a residence, so you don't have to worry about what you should wear. It is not only consist of a child care, but also teens and adults. So, it is more likely a housing than a shelter."
"It still--"
"You will run out of your time if you still do nothing. Seriously, you don't need to worry because we are still sending you money if you need some more of them. It is not like we sent you to the end of the world."
I pulled my hair to a messy bun and walked toward my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
"You have 10 minutes left and by the way Zayn has been waiting for you since I came to wake you up."
Shït. What a perfect time to ruin my day.
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Hiiiii. First of all, this is my first ever in my whole life making a fanfic about 1D. Second, I'm so sorry with my bad English because I'm not a native, my daily language isn't English, my mother tongue isn't English, my main language also isn't English so yeah I just wanted to see how far this story will be and I will be sooo grateful if there is someone who willing to read this and give me some feedbacks that I will gladly appreciate it. Third, I wrote this ob my phobe. Just fyi, my phone isn't an iPhone or those kinds of smartphone nowadays so pls forgive me if you found out any typos. Fourth, as I told you before, English isn't my language so if you find a terribly wrong structute of the grammatical, just let me know it. Okay? I dont know with whom Im talking because I'm not sure if this story will be read by anyone except me :/
