When He Does Come Home

I wake up groggy from sleep and look at the clock. It reads 8:00 A.M., and Liam said he'd be here at 6. "Shit," I mutter to myself. I hop up really quick and get some clothes on, and pin my hair up to form a bump. I race downstairs in a purple and yellow plaid shirt, some pink trousers, and some cute cowgirl boots Liam got me when he was in America.

I see Liam with his back towards me, talking to my mum. He turns around to my clatter, and gives me a hug when he sees me. It has never felt better to hug someone. "Christina, I've really missed you." He tells me. "I've missed you too Liam." I say. And I mean it.

When it feels like I'm going to cry, Liam pulls back. "I've got some exciting news. I've already talked with mum about this, and she says that its okay. Me, you, and the lads are going to go live on a private boat for the next three days." He says. "Really?!" I ask. When Liam does come home, he tends to leave me out of things. I think he realizes that now. "Really." he says. "Now go get your things packed, we're leaving at ten."

I run upstairs and start grabbing at clothes for myself to wear for the next 3 days. I also pack a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and hair essentials. The last two things I pack are my keyboard and my notebook. You never know when a song is going to come. I put my phone in my pocket and head downstairs towards the kitchen.

I tell Mum that I love and miss her, and go to the living room to see Liam already ready waiting for me. "Ready?" he asks. "Ready." I say. We walk out towards the car and put our luggage in the back. He doesn't ask why I have a keyboard. When we buckle in, he tells me that the other lads are going to meet us at the dock. I've been looking forward to meeting them. I stare out the window and daydream about the days to come.

When we stop, Liam tells me to get out. I climb out and look at my surroundings. It is a pretty day, cloudy and the water is dark, in the beautiful way. Once we're finished getting our things out of the car, a BMW pulls up with Harry driving, Zayn in the passengers side, and Louis and Niall in the backseat. They get out of the car and start towards Liam with their bags in hand. They give Liam a slap on the back and then Liam gestures in my direction. "This is my little sister Christina." he says.

"How old are you?" Louis asks me. "14" I mutter. "She's old enough to be one of our lunatic fans!" remarks Harry. "Leave her alone." says Liam firmly, sensing my embarrassment. "Harry is a dickhead at times, don't listen to him." Zayn says, finding his voice. "I'll keep that in mind" I say to him."Let's head for the dock, the boat is about to leave." Niall points out. We get to the dock and Liam volunteers to take the luggage onto the deck.

Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam get on board. Harry starts on, then turns around to help me get on. "Thank you," I say once I get on the boat's deck. "No problem," Harry says. Liam comes by my side and, giving me my luggage, helps me to my cot in the cabin of the boat. It's in its own little room, very small, but still, privacy is privacy. I unpack my things and prepare myself for my very first night on a boat.

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