Chapter 13: The Beach

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            As I  pulled out my swim trunks from my suitcase, the thought of Niall crept back into my mind. I small smile appeared on my face as I thought about how much he would love being here.. I really did miss him. It wasn’t fair that I had to lose him like that, but it also wasn’t fair of me to try and kill myself like that. But I just wanted my Niall. I just wanted to see his face. But I knew it wasn’t my time, not yet. He’d want me to live on and make people happy, to keep singing and make the fans happy. And that is exactly what I planned on doing.

               I put on my hot pink trunks and walked out through the house and out to the beach. Louis and Harry were already in the water and Liam was dropping his towel on the ground before walking into the water. The image of this had that same smile appear on my face again. We were almost a family again. We were going to get through this. I was going to get through this.

               I walked out to where the other towels were placed on the ground and dropped mine next to theirs. I walked to where the waves gently lapped the sand. I stuck my foot in the water to feel the temperature. It was comfortable. I quickly walked in the rest of the way and swam up next Louis. He was talking to Harry about Eleanor again. “I really love her.” I hear him say. “Man, why don’t you ask her to marry you?” I butt in. “I’ve thought about it, but I just don’t want to leave her home all the time, and I want kids of course, and I couldn’t have kids with her if I was gone all the time. That just wouldn’t be fair to her.” “Yeah, that’s true.” Harry responds and I nod my head in agreement. “Maybe when we finish being One Direction..” he says with a sigh.

               Liam- who was snorkeling- bumps into me from behind. “Whoa there, Liam!” I say with a laugh “Sorry, I was just so focused!” “What’d ya find?” Harry chimes in. “Oh just a couple of cool shells, there are some really cool looking fish out there, you guys gotta join me.” “Yeah sure, I’ll go grab a snorkel for us!” Louis says running out of the water, his shorts sagging a bit so you can see the top of his butt. “Pull your damn pants up!” harry yells to Louis. But instead of pulling them up, he moons us. “Oh Louis!!” we all yell shielding our eyes from the whiteness of his untanned ass. “That’ll teach you to tell me what to do!”

               “Oi, he needs to keep his pants on.” Liam says sticking his head back into the clear water. Harry and I just sat there in silence, moving our hands back and forth on the water. “Harry,” I begin, “I’m really sorry I was so selfish about all of this. You’re right, you guys loved Niall too, and I just shoved that thought out of my head and took all the attention for myself.” “It’s okay Zayn, it happens, I just wanted everyone to stop thinking that you were the only one who missed him or loved him.” He says back to me. “And I’m glad you did, you gave me a reality check and made me realize that this isn’t just about me missing him. Or me losing him. Everyone did, and I’m really sorry it took me this long to figure all this out. I promise, things are going to change.”

               Harry and I were hugging it out when we heard the splash of Louis’s feet on the water. “What are you too idiots doing?” he says to us, “We were just talking about something.” Harry says to Louis. “Well whatever  it is, it can wait. We’ve got cool fish and things to look at.”

               We spent the next while snorkeling and collecting fish. When we finally finished, we took our bag full of shells up to the deck and spread them out to dry.

               We were all hungry so Harry decided to make something for dinner. The sun was setting so we let the double doors in the living room leading to the beach stay open, enjoying the warm air. We all went and showered before Harry decided on what to make. We were all wearing either basketball shorts and a t-shirt or sweat pants and a tank top. Harry ended up making something simple. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread.

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