"Who brought football on holiday?!"
I shout at Liam and Louis.
They both point at Niall at the same time.
I turn towards Niall with my hands on my hips. I look at his face and I know he didn't.
"You both have to stop blaming Niall for everything. I'm serious boys."
"It's just banter Gene, chill out." Louis kicks the ball.
I maybe over reacting but my head is still clouded with last nights thoughts. I have been avoiding Harry since morning even though it was my fault.
If he hates me, I know why and I don't blame him.
I lay down on the grass and put my arms on my eyes.
"Hey." Penelope lays beside me.
"Heyy."
"Everything Alright?"
"Yeah, everything is fine, why?"
"Nah just asking. You know maybe there's something you wanna tell me, maybe?"
"No, not really."
I lay back down.
"Oh come on!" She hits my on the shoulder, "I saw what happened last night, on the bridge."
"I knew it was you!"
"I thought you'd come and tell me yourself."
"There's nothing to tell, Nellie."
"What happened?"
"Ahh..one minute we were taking and another I was being stupid sticking my tongue down his throat." I say with a poker face.
"W-H-A-T?"
"It was stupid! I shouldn't have done it, again."
"A-gain?! Gene what are you hiding from me?"
"Yesterday morning after the swim, we were sat in our tent and I don't know what came over me, I just...kissed him."
"And what did he do?"
"He just sat there! Like a doll. Looking at me like I'm a Martian or something."
"So he didn't stop you?"
"No...but he didn't kiss me back either."
"Maybe you didn't give him a chance!"
"We talked after that, Nellie and we both agreed we'll pretend like nothing happened and then...argh!" I press my head.
"Don't fret. Everything will be fine."
"He hates me Nellie." I mumble.
"No he doesn't."
"How'd you know?"
"He doesn't hate you Gene. "
"You don't know that."
"Go talk to him."
"I can't. I'm not sure if he even wants to see my face again."
"Stop being Liam and just go."
We have this thing. 'Liam' is like our adjective for 'Drama Queen'.
Even though my legs and brain are completely against it, my heart isn't. I couldn't stand the idea of someone hating me, especially a Friend.
I have to go and clear things with Harry. I have to explain him, what I did was completely stupid and unreasonable and I'm sorry. This time for real.
I stand up, take deep breathes and look at Penelope for assurance. She gives me two thumbs up and signals me to go.
I walk slower than my usual pace, figuring out what am I gonna say to Harry. I find him sitting with Zayn. They're both laughing and giggling.
I'm behind them and close enough to hear what they're taking about.
