The Summer of Our Lives

Chapter 4

                                                                                                                June 21, 2013

Isabella's POV

        "What the bloody hell" the ten of us chorused. 

        I looked at the boys in the room, mostly the blonde one, in confusion and hatred. Why the hell was he here? I though this was Riley's family's beach house. Why the hell were the rest of them here?

        "Riles" I frowned, turning my glare onto said girl, she was very confused. "Why the fuck are they here?"

        "You know how I said my family shares this house with another family" she said and we all nodded. "We share it with the Tomlinson family, which is why that fucker is here. I guess he and his friends planned staying here too. My mum and Jay, Tomlinson's mum, said either we share or we all go home. If you guys want to leave them we will. But whats going on?"

        "He use to be my best friend."

        Jess, Ali, Emily, and I all said that together, pointing at different guys. The boys were all confused. How we all managed to become friends has to be a coincident.

        "This isnt weird" she mumbled to herself. 

        "Isa."

        My gaze snapped to look at the blond boy and I glared at him, hoping he would combust or something close to that. The blond one being the famous Niall Horan. We were best friends all the way up to the day he left to try out for the X-Factor. He said that he didnt want to be friends anymore and that I was annoy, he never wanted to talk to me again. I was so hurt by that I cried for weeks after that, he use to be my best friend.

        "No" I snapped. "You lost the right to call me that, Horan. If you dont want to die before the summer is over then I suggest you leave me the hell alone.

        His friends, and mine watched us with confusion in their eyes, that didnt matter. I swore to myself that I would never see him again. 

        "Isa" he tried again but stopped when I glared at him harshly. "Isabella, Im sorry."

        "If you were sorry you woudlnt have done it in the first place" I snapped. 

        "I regret what I said" he sighed. 

        "You said I annoyed you" I glared. "That you never wanted to talk to me again. You didnt want to be friends with me. How the hell o you expect me to act towards you after 3 years of being ignored. I wasted nearly 17 years on you and you decided you wanted othing to do with me. We were best friends then suddenly when you want to go and make your dreams come true I didnt matter. Its like our friendship meant nothing to you."

        "Our friendship" he cut in. "Meant everything to me. I regret what I said, Isa. I called you so many times after that fight, you just never picked up the phone. I even called your house. I sent you letters in the mail. I tried everything to apologize to you. Your dad told me that you never wanted to talk to me, so I stopped, knowing if you didnt want me in your life then I would leave."

        I frowned. I never got any of those calls or letters. What is he talking about?

Niall's POV

        "I never got any calls from you after that" she frowned. "No letters, nothing. I didnt even know my dad talked to you after you left. I cried for so many nights after that fight because I had lost you. I swore to myself I would never see you again. Since you never even tried to apologize to me I figured that what you said was true."

        I frowned. I had sent so many letters to her house, called some many times, how could she not get any letters or messages. I even talked to her dad. He had said she never wanted to talk to me. I left her alone after that, but thought about her every day. 

        "Your dad talked to me three months after I left" I told her. "He told me you never wanted to talk to me again. I asked him to tell you I was sorry and he said he would tell you."

        "My dad never told me shit" she snapped.

        "If you dont believe me" I said. "Ask Zayn, he was there when I called him."

        She glanced at Zayn who was still in slight shock at the sight of Isa's black haired friend. I remember him saying they use to be best friends and her name was Emilia. Zayn looked at Isa and nodded.

        "He called your dad" Zayn said. "Your dad yelled at him a bit then said that he had to stop calling and sending you letters because you didnt want anything to do with Niall."

        "My dad never said anything about you talking to him" she glared at me. 

        She pulled out her phone quickly and dialed a number, must be her dads. 

        "Hey dad" she greeted. 

        Liam and Harry were staring at two other girls in surprise and shock, Louis and the girl, Riley, were haveing a glaring contest, and Zayn was just staring open mouthed at the girl, Emilia. The girls were glaring at the guys. 

        "Yeah" she said. "Well I have a question, its about Niall. Yeah, well did he ever send me letters or call the house or my phone, after he left?"

        She crossed her arms, giving me a hard look and I raised an eye brow at her. I really did try and apologize for what I said that day. I hadnt meant to say what I did, I was just confused and mad, she was blowing me off for her boyfriend, Jake.

        "YOU DID WHAT" she screamed. 

        I saw Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Louis flinch at Isa's angry loud voice. The girls and I werent fazed by it, probably use to it. 

        "I cant believe you" she growled. "First you did that to mum then what you did to me. I dont give a shit what he did, at least he tried to apologize to me unlike you who just shrugged and walked out. HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! Wanna know something, you are just like your dad, you're a stuck up asshole who only does things for himself, never thinking about others."

        She angrily hung up her phone then looked at me. 

        "I really am sorry Isabella" I mumbled. 

        Suddenly I was knocked back by Isa's body hitting mine. I steadied myself before I fell over. I quickly realized that she was hugging me so I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I had missed her so much since I left. 

        "Im so sorry" I muttered into her hair. 

        "Im sorry too" she said into my shoulder. 

         I shook my head and held her tighter. I finally had my best friend back.