PULSE [H.S]

049

"Hope is a powerful force, but false hope is its dark shadow, leading us down paths of delusion and despair." — Unknown

The hotel is beautiful.

It's the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in, hands down.

Zayn holds three key cards out in front of him, telling us, "We have three rooms, so we all need to buddy up."

Niall puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. His arm pulls at my hair, which makes me wince, so he loosens his grip. He says, "I call Kiz." We all look at him like he's stupid, and he says, "I'm just kidding. I could never cheat on Zayn."

Zayn lets out a long sigh.

Harry and I settle into our room, unpacking some of our stuff. Niall and Zayn appear soon after, both of them plopping down on the bed.

Niall says, "We're gonna go explore, you guys wanna come?"

I ask, "Are Louis and Clove going?"

He shakes his head. "No, they're too busy being all coupley." Zayn shakes his head, uncomfortable. Niall says, "So, you guys in?"

Harry grumbles, "This isn't supposed to be a vacation."

I roll my eyes, standing up and saying, "Grumpy pants can stay inside, but I want to see Greece."

Niall and Zayn cheer as the three of us head towards the door. Harry glares at me, following us just like I knew he would.

We walk down the streets, and everything is vibrant and filled with loud music. We go through a few markets, and Niall eats almost everything he sees. He even tried a chicken foot and liked it. He got a second one just to harass Zayn with it, constantly shoving it in his face.

We come across a street party with a bunch of people, mostly kids, dancing in the middle to some upbeat music. So, naturally, Niall joins right in. He looks ridiculous in the middle of all the small kids, but they love him.

I laugh, watching him. "He's such a little kid."

Zayn says, "Yeah. I'm constantly babysitting."

Later in the day, Niall and Zayn split off to go to some bars, but I don't feel like drinking tonight. I'm too nervous about tomorrow to stomach it.

Harry and I walk to the water, where houses sit on cliffs above, and the water is so blue. It's such a breathtaking sight.

"It's so pretty," I say, taking it all in.

Harry says, "It's not bad."

I nudge him with my elbow, saying, "You can admit you think it's pretty, it won't kill you."

"It's pretty," he mutters flatly, but I smile.

We get some ice cream, which I'm happy Harry agreed to because he rarely puts sugar in his body. I get a strawberry cone, and he gets chocolate, arguing that ice cream shouldn't taste like fruit.

We walk along the streets of Greece, and I'm in complete awe of it the entire time. Harry stops walking suddenly, and when I turn around, I almost pee myself. Harry's standing there with an empty ice cream cone, looking down at the blob of chocolate ice cream that fell off his cone and onto the ground.

I laugh so hard that I'm almost crying. My cheeks start to hurt from how wide I am grinning.

He just glares at me, saying, "That's not funny."

"Don't look at my cone. This is mine," I say, backing up as Harry eyes my own ice cream cone. I say, "It's not my fault you didn't take care of yours."

He snatches my cone from my hand, raising it above his head so I can't reach it even when I jump. I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest.