A Lie Is A Lie (Niall Horan)

31. Greece (Part 2)

(Sorry, my usual ending rant is here for this chapter)

Hey everyone! Okay, so so so so sorry about the wait. i think it's been like, 4 years? Nah, i;m kidding, but it's been a while. I decided to only write the rest of the day and the last day of their trip. I know that I'm skipping the whole trip, but I know that i take forever to update, and if I wrote each day as one chapter, you probably would've found out the answer by September and I want the story to be done by then, so I skipped it to the last day. How about "Best Song Ever"? Who's excited? *Raises hands, jumps onto a a table, jumps up and down* I am uber excited about the video. PLEASE DIRECTIONERS, ON THE DAY THE VEVO VIDEO COMES OUT, REFRESH THE PAGE 123415231 TIMES TO GET THE VIDEO THE MOST VIEWS IN 24 HOURS. we are a family, let's beat Miley Cyrus and get the video up to at least 10.8 million views in 24 hours. Anyway, here's the chapter.

Rosie P.O.V

For some reason, it all felt like it happened too quickly. One minute, Niall and I were doing it in the kitchen and the next, he's telling me that today he'd like to go on an island and that he hired a boat for the week. How insane? What kind of person lives a life like this? By the way, the boat, is taking us on a island called Soros. I had no idea there was a Greek island called "Soros", but apparently, it is very private and people buy out the island for a day just so it's private. It's so crazy and just insane.

We got ready at the house. I wore a two piece neon green bikini with a floral sheer beach dress over the top because it is baking like an oven outside. I'm sweating like a pig just being inside! I stuck my hair up in a bun and decided not to put on any make-up. Why did I even bring any? It's going to sweat down my face and I'll look blotchy. I stepped into my beige sandals and went to the kitchen with my phone in my hand and my beach bag in the other. "You ready love?" Niall asked me.

"Yeah. Let's go,"

We both headed for the door and walked out together. The car was waiting outside. Greece isn't what i thought it'd be. I thought it would turn out like The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, where Lena has to go up to her house on a donkey and all of her suitcases are strapped onto it. But I guess I had the stereotype of Greece in my head where everything was old and ancient and no one even understood what the internet meant. It is such a beautiful country.

Niall walked to the car and opened the passenger door for me. I obliged and got into the car, thanking him for performing a kind gesture. He then got in and started the car. I am such a hog, so I turned on the airconditioner to full blast. I'm sorry, but it is as hot as the hell in this car. The seat is burning my bum. I put on my seatbelt and Niall did the same.

The drive to the docks wasn't too bad. I think it was hard for Niall to adjust to the right-hand side of the road, but he did quite well. The cars are ruthless in Greece. They don't have any laws, they just drive and drive without a care. You could see people on motorbikes and washing baskets in their hands. Jeez, I feel like I travelled into a Twilight Zone.

We arrived at the docks, the sun is out, beaming my eyes and it feels so goddamn hot. As we were walking along the pier, we were holding hands. Swinging them back and forth as our feet began to move in sync.

"Imagine being in England right now," I stated to him. His face just cracked up laughing.

"Oh my God! We'd be lucky to get an ounce of sweat, and here, we have no problem,"

"I know, I've already got sweat lines on me dress and I look like such a minger,"

(A/N this is an actual phrase I got off Geordie Shore, so I know for a fact, it's in the British vocabulary)