Summer Love (Niall Horan/OC)(Harry Styles/OC)

Chapter 1

This is my first ever One Direction fanfiction. Please bear with me. And please comment, I love to take suggestions.

P.S. The trailer on the side was made by my best friend, Stephanie Glascott. This story is for her!

Stephanie’s POV

The cerulean waves crash furiously in front of me, as if someone has dared to anger Poseidon. The cold water floods my ankles and I shiver as my toes gradually sink in the sand. A few feet from me, a group of boys are playing volleyball and I can’t help but to get annoyed with their antics. It isn’t best for me to be near people right now; not when I feel as if my head’s ‘bout to explode. But I couldn’t have stayed in the house all day and have my friends walk around eggshells for me.

I walk further into the sea, welcoming the numbness from the icy water. It reaches my bare knees and then suddenly I’m jolted from my musings as something hard hits the back of my head. I turn around, flinching from the stabbing pain, and see a volleyball lying next to my foot.

“Hey! Girl! Are you okay!” a voice shouts. A pale boy makes his way towards me as his three friends follow him.

“Am I okay? Seriously? You probably gave me a concussion, you moron!” I scream. This is ridiculous, all I wanted was to forget about my troubles and relax. But everywhere I go, crappy situations just follow.

I walk back towards the beach house angrily and then I hear him shouting again. Honestly, why can’t he leave me alone?

“Hey! Wait up! I didn’t mean to hit you,” I hear. I didn’t notice before but he has a strong Irish accent. I can hear him coming towards me as his feet slap the beige sand. I feel a tug on my arm and I’m pulled around.

“What the fu-!” I stop because suddenly my mouth can’t form words. Standing in front of me is Niall Horan. And I had called him a moron just a minute ago. He’s wearing blue trunks and he’s shirtless. And now I feel as if I can’t breathe.

He scrunches his eyebrows and waves a hand in front of my face. When I don’t respond, he then turns around to the other boys and yells, “I think I gave her a concussion.”

Hearing that, I snap out of my daze; his hand is still in front of my face and I gently lower it. Startled, he turns his face around.

“I’m so sorr-“

“It’s alright, I’m sorry I called yo-“

We both rush to apologize and cut each other off. Stopping, he grins at me and swoops me in for a hug. Stiffening in his arms; I’m pretty sure that right now my face is contorted in shock. But as quickly as it begun, it’s over and he pulls away.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I’m really sorry about hitting you with the ball,” Niall says.

His face is literally a few inches away from mine and I can smell the cologne fading away as the odor of sweat from playing volleyball takes over.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry I called you a moron! I didn’t recognize you.”

At that, he raises his eyebrow and asks, “So you wouldn’t have called me a moron if you knew who I was?”

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling.

“To be honest Niall, I probably would have anyway. But only cause it’s been a long day,” I answer.

 “Yeah, you looked pretty pissed when you stormed out of that house an hour ago.”

I’m in shock, I can’t believe that Niall had actually noticed me, but then again I did slam the door pretty loudly and stomp on the porch steps.