Wake Me Up

Chapter Twelve: Everything Comes To An End

- Abigail -

Abigail grinned at the barista as she handed him the 5 euros her drink cost. "Thank you," the words left her lips smoothly, giving the male a warm sensation as he watched her walk away. She took a sip of her drink, taking a seat in one of the booth's and slipping her laptop out of her bag. She logged into her Tumblr, reblogging a few things as she waited the arrival of her friend, Charlotte. 

She was brutally interupted though, when an unfamiliar figure took a seat in front of her, flipping her long, orange hair out of her face. It was shown, clear in both her poor posture and running mascara, that she'd been both madly upset, and incredibly angry. Her piercing green eyes startled Abby, and she felt the urge tugging at her to sink down into her seat and cower away from this strange girl's horrid glare. She was afraid.

"A-" Her voice faltered. "A-Are you a-alright?" Abby asked quietly, pulling a napkin from the dispenser-type-thing and handing it to her. The ginger shoo'ed it away with the wave of her hand, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." She demanded, sitting back in the booth and taking a sip of Abby's drink. Abby stared at her, all hope of maybe a civilized person sitting across from her, deminishing. The ginger chuckled bitterly, a loud gurgling sound escaping her lips unattractively. "What? Don't like it?"

When Abigail refused to answer, the ginger slammed her fists down onto the table, her eyes blazing with fury. She was, of course, not angry at Abigail. Abby hadn't done anything- this girl had just shown up, out of no where, and had a temper tantrum. This ginger, though, was mad at everything; mad at everyone, because she was officially alone. 

Abigail noticed the strange girl's eyes soften slightly, as she'd realized what she'd done. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, her eyes widened in recognition. "I didn't mean to- I'm so so sorry!" Abigail sighed, looking around the small cafe and sensing a few eyes lingering on their conversation.

"It's me." The girl whispered, leaning in to Abigail slightly. "Holland."

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- Cara -

"C'mon!" Louis exclaimed, hopping out of the small buggy they'd all managed to squeeze into, and rushing onto the beach. Niall sighed, following after him slowly as he pulled towels from the back onto his shoulders. 

"Calm down, Lou. The beach isn't going to just get up and leave," He soothed, jogging to the water's edge and letting the waves run over his toes. I grinned following slowly behind him and jumping onto his back.

"Hold on, you two! Don't you go getting my towel wet," Zayn yelled after us, looping his arm around Eloise's petit waist as they paced towards us slowly. "If you know what I mean."

I giggled softly, smiling as Niall spun us around a bit before taking us back up to shore to set up our stuff. I laid my buzz lightyear towel down into the sand, watching in amusement as Harry raced Louis to the water, spraying water all over each other. Harry tore his white, now see-through and soaked shirt from his shoulders and tossed it up to me, a silly grin scrawled over his lips to replace the scowl I'd grown so accustomed to. I liked the smile much more. 

"Hey, Cara! Come join us!" Harry exclaimed motioning with his hand towards where he and Louis stood. I frowned, looking down at my fully clothed body and shaking my head. "No thanks." I replied, pulling my sunglasses down onto my eyes and settling down onto the towel.

"Suit yourself!"

I felt a slight breeze engulf me, followed by a stirring. I turned over, seeing Eloise leaned up on her elbows, watching the rest of the boys make their way to the water alongside Louis and Harry. She didn't look at me, she didn't really achknowledge me, so I settled on taking off my cover up to leave me in only my polka-dotted red bathers. I laid back down, letting the sun graze my skin with its warmth, hoping for a nap of sorts.