Forgotten.
506.
He was the dick. The player. The heartbreaker.
Harry Styles.
He stared at Lux like she was an infection the whole way to the hotel.
When we finally get there, I’m first to get out. I look up at the beautiful Spanish-inspired condo. I put lux on my hip and grab as many things as I can. Louis gets out behind me.
“Here. Let me take her.”
I flinch as he takes my sister out of my arms. He grabs one of our suitcases too.
“Uh, thanks.” I smile.
He smiles back. That gorgeous, perfect smile.
I grab the rest of our things and follow Louis through the back entrance of the hotel.
“What room?” He asks.
I look at the key my mother placed in my hand a minute ago. 506.
“506.”
Louis holds the elevator open with one hand. I climb in.
He presses the button and we’re off. It’s a little awkward. Just him and I. The silence is killing me.
“Wooie?” Lux questions. She runs her and along Louis’ smooth face.
“WOOIE.”
She recognises him.
“Hey there beautiful!” He smiles.
She garbles at him. Saliva drips down her chin.
I pull the tissue out of my pocket and turn around to whip Lux’s cheek. No need. Louis is already whipping it away with his thumb.
I stand there, aghast.
“Oh. Sorry.” He notices the tissue sitting faintly in my hand. I shove it back in my pocket.
“Oh, no! That’s fine. Totally fine.” I breathe out. “Cool.”
Louis chuckles as the elevator opens.
We walk down the hall. Louis counts each door softly under his breath until we get to mine.
“Here we are!”
I stand there awkwardly for a moment, then realise I have the key.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
I hurry over to the door and fiddle with the key. Eventually, it goes in. I twist.
‘click’
The door swings open.
The walls are a deep orange in the lounge-room, and a soft white in the kitchen and bedrooms. The bathroom is coated in a soft blue.
I love Florida.
Louis puts Lux down on the couch. She rolls around. Garbles. Smiles up at Louis.
“Where’d you like these?” He asks, holding up the suitcases.
I can’t help admire the veins that pop out of his smooth, tan arms as he does.
“Uh, just in there.” I point to the room holding the bed.
Louis drags them down the corridor.
‘clunk’
The bags are on the floor.
Harry Styles.
He stared at Lux like she was an infection the whole way to the hotel.
When we finally get there, I’m first to get out. I look up at the beautiful Spanish-inspired condo. I put lux on my hip and grab as many things as I can. Louis gets out behind me.
“Here. Let me take her.”
I flinch as he takes my sister out of my arms. He grabs one of our suitcases too.
“Uh, thanks.” I smile.
He smiles back. That gorgeous, perfect smile.
I grab the rest of our things and follow Louis through the back entrance of the hotel.
“What room?” He asks.
I look at the key my mother placed in my hand a minute ago. 506.
“506.”
Louis holds the elevator open with one hand. I climb in.
He presses the button and we’re off. It’s a little awkward. Just him and I. The silence is killing me.
“Wooie?” Lux questions. She runs her and along Louis’ smooth face.
“WOOIE.”
She recognises him.
“Hey there beautiful!” He smiles.
She garbles at him. Saliva drips down her chin.
I pull the tissue out of my pocket and turn around to whip Lux’s cheek. No need. Louis is already whipping it away with his thumb.
I stand there, aghast.
“Oh. Sorry.” He notices the tissue sitting faintly in my hand. I shove it back in my pocket.
“Oh, no! That’s fine. Totally fine.” I breathe out. “Cool.”
Louis chuckles as the elevator opens.
We walk down the hall. Louis counts each door softly under his breath until we get to mine.
“Here we are!”
I stand there awkwardly for a moment, then realise I have the key.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
I hurry over to the door and fiddle with the key. Eventually, it goes in. I twist.
‘click’
The door swings open.
The walls are a deep orange in the lounge-room, and a soft white in the kitchen and bedrooms. The bathroom is coated in a soft blue.
I love Florida.
Louis puts Lux down on the couch. She rolls around. Garbles. Smiles up at Louis.
“Where’d you like these?” He asks, holding up the suitcases.
I can’t help admire the veins that pop out of his smooth, tan arms as he does.
“Uh, just in there.” I point to the room holding the bed.
Louis drags them down the corridor.
‘clunk’
The bags are on the floor.
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12/27/13