Aided by an Angel
Chapter Fourteen;Part One
Miracle's POV:
- Three Days Later ; Los Angeles, CA -
The drive to California is roughly fourty-five hours
from Jersey, not including sleeping, eating, and other necessary
stops along the way. I did not dare to drive; we wanted to arrive
there within the year, remember? I'd get us lost inside of a
paperbag if given the chance. I didn't want Parker to get
tired though, so we stopped often.
Not once did we spend a dime on a hotel room until
we got into the city today. Why pay money for a nasty hotel room
when the truck is heated? But since we didn't know how long
we'd be here for. This year's season was a little
different than what it usually was; all new judges were being
picked and there was a lot of controversey on the matter. It also
turned out, in our favor, that the final audtions were being held
in L.A. this year. It was only Thursday and the auditions
didn't start until Monday morning at nine a.m., meaning
we should probably camp out over night by the studio. Great.
"Here we are," I stopped behind Paker as
he slid the door key into it's correct slot. "Home
sweet, home?" We heard a click and then wiggled the door
handle open.
"Yeah, right." My luggage trailed behind
me as I walked close to Parker. If my hands weren't both
occupided, I probably would've held his hand. "Ooh,
sofa." Simultaneously, we dropped our heavy things and
darted off to the plush cushions calling our names from
across the room.
"Oh my gosh, this feels amazing!" As his
head rolled back, neck cracking slightly, he drew out the
syllables in his words. I saw the trip weighing in his eyes and
making his facial expressions droop on his cheekbones.
"Hey, why don't you go take a shower and
then head off to bed, okay?" It was only one
o'clock, but he really looked like he needed a full day
of rest. I ran my fingers through his brown locks,
letting them trail down to his cheek. My palm connected with his
skin, giving him a wake-up smack and encouraging him to get
going.
"Yeah, you're right. I should," He
stood up and stretched right in front of me; my eye level landing
right at the band of his boxers that were now showing as his arms
reached above his head. Oh my. Breathe. "See you in
the morning, Mir."
"Goodnight, Styles." I watched him exit
the living room and listened for the water to begin running. Once
it did, I tried to figure out what I was going to do for the rest
of the night. I sat, legs crossed, on the sofa playing with
Momma's dog tag that hung around my neck. I knew it was wrong
to have taken it from her; it had no right being mine, anyway,
since Niall wasn't my father and he's the one who had
given it to her. But either way, I had it now and I somehow felt
connected to Momma and Aaron back home. I was starting to get
home sick and I had only been here for a few hours.
I didn't just miss my family, though. I missed
Zac and the girls too. God only knew how long I'd have with
Darcy and Autumn before they went their seperate ways on their
seperate paths and I left without saying goodbye. Some friend I
am. And I felt even worse about Zac; he found out in a text
message that I was leaving.
'Well when r u coming back? -Zac
xx'