Bonnie's POV
(A week later)
*day of the holiday*
"Bonnie hurry up!" My dad said pounding on the door, i grabbed the last of my suitcases and ran down the stairs and flung it into the Taxi. I hopped in and my dad locked up and we set off. We arrived at the airport and were greeted by Zayn and Jordan, who were already in the holiday mood as they were dancing already. We made our way to our gate, stopping for the security checks as we did. We finally made it onto the plane, i dropped into my seat and hoped and prayed for Zayn to join me. However he didn't, he sat down next to Georgia, sharing multiple laughs and 'flirting'. I rolled my eyes as my dad took a seat next to Jordan, just leave me to sit on my own it's fine. I plugged my headphones in and tilted my head back, I really wasn't prepared for this holiday,let alone the flight alone.
I was awoke by Jordan softly prodding my arm,
"We're in Australia, come on."he stuck his hand out an helped me to my feet. We stepped off the plane and got our luggage together. We shouted for a Taxi and travelled to the hotel, it was a boring ride but was totally worth the wait. We pulled up and my jaw dropped, it was beautiful. It was a huge white building, finely decorated with vintage patterns, there were multiple balconies around and a giant swimming pool outback. I already knew it was gonna be a good holiday. A man named Stan escorted us to our rooms, i was filled with delight when i saw my room. It was painted pastel pink and had a giant canopy bed pressed against the wall, thankfully it was a double. You know, just in case Zayn decided he wanted to be my company for the night.i stripped off into my ocean blue bikini and decided to take a quick dip in the pool before we went out as a family, well two.
