Summer Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

"Home sweet home." I whispered to myself dropping my luggage at the front door of my beach house.

I always considered this as my home rather than the home I live in back in the U.S. It just always seemed more like home to me for as long as I can remember coming here.

I decided since I was so tired and didn't feel like unpacking right now I would just take a nap and do it later.

*

I woke up to knocks coming from the door. "Coming!" I screamed.

I walk slowly to the door and opened it to see my mother.

You see where we have our houses on the island there is three of them, all my father owns - my parents get one, I get the one in the middle, and the last one goes to whoever rents it out. -

It wasn't always like this, it was just my parents wanted their own privacy and when they thought I was old enough to be trusted alone my father made me stay in my own house.

Which I was and still am 100% okay with.

"Just coming to say hello and that your father told me to inform you that the neighbors will be here tomorrow morning around 10." She said.

"Alright, I'll be ready by then. Do you know who the family is?" I asked.

"Um.. Your father said a big family, many girls and one boy."

I got a bit excited knowing that there is going to be a boy this year. Hopefully, he's around my age.

"Alright see you tomorrow." I told her.

She walked to the door saying a goodbye before leaving.

*

It was still a little early so I decided I was gonna walk down to the little private beach we have.

I grabbed all the stuff I would need, changed into a bikini, and then left.

When I got to the beach I laid down my beach towel and striped my clothes off, till I was just in my bikini.

I laid there just trying to relax and tan, but of course my mind had other plans.

Letting itself wonder, letting all my thoughts and feelings run wild.

I wondered about my future; what I was gonna do with my life after this summer. I mean after all I just graduated high school and still don't know exactly what I want to do with my life.

I wondered about what other people are probably doing now - friends, family members, and old flames.

I wondered about who the new neighbors were gonna be this year especially they boy. Which made me think about the past summers.

I even thought about my ex-boyfriend. Which then brought me to think about Luke -my best friend- and how he was always there for me when I needed him. He was the one who helped me get through a lot of my problems. Too bad he had to ruin our perfect friendship with his stupid confession.

After a while of thinking, I decided my brain had enough and by that I mean I got sick of the thoughts that were consuming my head.

I took out my iPod and headphones. Blasting the music in my ears, I closed my eyes and forced myself to relaxed to just focus on the music that was playing.

*

"Oh shit." I muttered to myself, realizing I feel asleep at the beach.

I checked the time on my iPod, 9:07 A.M. "Fuck!" I screamed.

I fastly walked home. I jumped in the shower and got ready kind of quickly, but still making myself look presentably cute.

I grabbed one of the apples from the fruit bowl in the kitchen, my phone, then left my house to meet my parents in theirs'.

*

"I'm here!" I screamed once I got inside their house.

My mother came running down the stairs to greet me. Giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Alright they should be here in about ten minutes, your father is just using the bathroom he'll be down any second." She answered already knowing the questions I was gonna ask.

Your probably wondering why we all go to see the neighbors, that it's kind of unusual. Well of course they have to check-in even though they're renting it. Plus pay first months rent. Also to ask if they want a tour around the island. I should probably mention that I'm the one who host the tours. And that not everyone in the family has to attend the tour if they don't want to.

That is how me meeting the boy usually starts. I offer the tour, looking all cute, the parents sometimes say yes, but mostly no. But the son says yes, giving me a sly smile and you can kind of see where it goes from there.

"They just texted my phone saying they have arrived." My father said coming down the stairs to meet us.

"Hey darling." He said kissing the top of my head. "Now lets go."

*

We walked over to the third house. I saw a large taxi parked in front of the house. The doors opened and the whole family came out.

You saw an beautiful older women, who I'm guessing is the mom. Three really pretty girls come out. All younger looking than me, besides one who looked a bit older. Then one sexy boy who looked around my age. (A/N not gonna include his father in the story)

But I recognized him from somewhere else, anybody would. He was Zayn Malik from One Direction. I mean who doesn't know who those boys are.

I guess you can say I'm a fan of their music, but I'm not obsessed with them. I only know that they are a British-Irish band from the UK. And that they have some good songs.

"Hello." My father greeted them.

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Hope you like the first chapter! Sorry if the beginning was boring didn't really want to rush straight into them meeting.

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Over and Out - Zoey ✌