*Prologue*
"Hey Jaymie, what're you doing today?" my best friend, Emily, asked me. She was giddy, and always had a smile on her face.
"I dunno, probably just gonna relax or go to the beach or something." I shrugged, and popped a jelly bean into my mouth.
"And look for cute guys?" Emily piped up, swiveling in the black office chair that sat at my computer desk. Her mouth was full of candy, to the point where she'd cough randomly.
"Yes Em, and look for cute guys." I giggled, and flipped the page on my iPad. I was reading a fan-fiction on Wattpad. It was about Austin Mahone.
I'm absolutely crazy for Austin, he's so hot! :D
They hadn't updated, so I went searching for a new story to read. I clicked 'Fan Fiction', and all these stories popped up.
There was one called 'Little Horan'. (I have a best friend who actually wrote one called Little Horan! Her name is @NiallsPrincess13804)
"Horan?" I asked myself aloud, furrowing my eyebrows together. Emily stopped her typing, and stared at me.
"Isn't that Niall's last name? The kid you hate?" Emily snickered. She hated him too, she had met him once - the day he left me.
"Yeah,,,weird," I mumbled, and decided to click on it. I read the description.
(this isn't really her description, I made this one up!)
'Leigh was always afraid of telling him the truth. She didn't want to tell him about little Isabella. Everyday she prayed he wouldn't come to where she was. but fate decided against her. She was forced to the same room. More like same elevator. Same elevator as Niall Horan, Also known as the father of her child.'
Niall? What. The. Hell?!
I just closed the app, and hoped I was imagining things. I went to YouTube, and typed in Emily Osment. I loved the song I Hate The Homecoming Queen by her.
It began playing, and both Em and I sang along.
My iPhone bleeped on the bedside table. I rolled over, snatching it. I unlocked it, noticing I had notifications.
1 new Twitter notification. 3 new text messages. 4 new Instagram likes. 7 new Kiks.
I put my phone back, and looked at Emily as she typed fast.
"What'cha typin?" I asked, and she turned around again. I popped another jelly bean in my mouth, smiling.
"Just...nothing. Anyways, when are we going to the beach? I heard Danny will be there!" Emily has this major crush on my brother's best friend, Danny Edge. But...he likes me. Who would like me? Seriously...?
"How about we go now? I'm bored. Let's get some bikini's on!" I smiled, hopping up from my bed. We went to my closet, and I threw a cute bright pink swim suit from Aeropostale at Emily.
I picked a navy blue one from Hollister. It was push up, better for wet suits. It had the signature birds on it.
We gathered everything we needed, and our phones. With shorts and tanks over our swim suits, we arrived to Venice Beach.
People were playing ball, swimming, and tanning. I loved playing beach volleyball.
"I'm gonna catch a game, I'll see you later?" I took off my tank top, and stayed in my denim short shorts.
I ran over to some guys and a couple of girls who were playing, "Hey! Mind if I join?" I asked, and they all mumbled 'sure's and 'go ahead's. I took my place on the other side of the net, along with two pretty brunettes and three hot guys. Two blond and one with a messy mop of curls.
He was looking me up and down, and winking at me. I of course being the flirt I am, had to wink back.
*After The Game*
Finally after a solid 45 minutes the game ended. I was walking back to mine and Emily's spot on the beach, when someone caught up to me.
"Hello beautiful." he had a British accent, and it was H-O-T.
"Hiya there handsome." I smiled, my Irish accent meeting his British one. He looked taken back, probably because he thought I was a California Barbie doll.
"Irish? That's hot. So, how about I buy you a juice?" He subtly flirted, and I looked at him. He seemed to have one tattoo - that I was aware of - that said 'GEMMA' in Hebrew.
"Maybe. Here, I'll give you my number, and we can meet up or something? Love the tatttoo by the way. Who's Gemma?" I asked, and he handed me his phone.
"My older sister." He replied, watching me type my number in. I saved it as 'Jaymie, the Irish Barbie'.
"It's a prettty name. I'm Jaymie by the way." I told him, smiling my bracey smile. I get them off in two months, thank god!
"I'm Harry. I'll text you. Later gorgeous!" Harry called as he ran back down the beach to a group of guys. I smiled to myself. I got back to our spot, and my phone bleeped.
- Hey it's Harry, mind sending a pic for your contact? ;) xx ~H
- Your a cheeky bastard. But sure. *takes picture of self right now* There! Haha ~J
- Returning the favour... :) *picture* Haha Xx ~H
- Sexy ;) Haha ~J
And that..is how I met my current boyfriend.
