Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Six.

Harry’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t resist anymore. She was so cute, even though she was crying. I have to show her how I feel, even if she won’t listen. I spun her around to face me, then pressed my lips on hers. And to my surprise, she kissed back. I smiled during the kiss as she broke it off.

"Wh-" She started. It was my turn to cut her off. I didn’t say anything though; I just put my finger to her lips, indicating for her to stay quiet. I smiled at her when she looked me in the eyes. Then she looked at the ground blushing and smiled to herself. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up so that she was looking at me again. I slowly leaned in and pecked her lips. She smiled when I pulled away. Her smile is adorable. I took her hand and intertwined our fingers. We walked off the beach and walked back to our hotel and found the rest of the group by the pool. I walked over with such a smug look on my face. Zayn seen us first and nudged Louis who turned around and seen us.

"AWWWHH!" Louis shouted. A few people looked around at us then shook their heads. Aimee looked down, blushing again. I turned to her and with my free hand I lifted her head up.

"What have I told you before? You look cute when you blush!" She smiled up and me and held onto my hand tighter. I saw Liam look around the group and realise something.

"Where’s Meghan?!"

"I thought she came back with you lot?" Aimee asked, looking worried.

"No, we thought she was coming back with you?" Niall asked.

"Shit! We’ve left her on the beach! I’ll go back and get her!" Aimee said. She let go of my hand and went to walk off when Liam stopped her.

"No it’s ok, I’ll go. I miss her." He smiled a little.

"AWWWHH!" Louis said again. Liam shot Louis a death glare and headed out the hotel doors and back to the beach.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I was still sitting on the beach. I was lost in the relaxing sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. I’d stopped crying, but every so often a random tear would fall from my eyes. I probably looked in such a state. I checked my phone. 6:57pm. Not one message or phone call from anyone. I didn’t want to go back to the hotel. It was still bright outside and it was still warm, but I could feel it getting cooler. The scene was too peaceful to leave.

I was lost in thought. When I'm alone for too long, I start thinking about everything, and how I could have acted differently or done something to improve my life or the situation. This time, I thought about my life and how crap it was. That seems so stupid when I’m in California with my best friend, and One Direction of all people. I started thinking about my past and how it’s ruined my life.

My mum and dad split up when I was 3. My dad was an alcoholic. I lived with my mum, but I still had to see my dad every other weekend. It was torture. I hated it. He used to abuse me and had almost raped me. He used to punch me till I was almost knocked out. Then he got a pen knife and would slice my arms, legs and stomach. One time, when I was 8, he was close to cutting my throat when my Grandad walked in. He phoned the police straight away and got him locked up.

To this day I still don’t understand how no one noticed the scars. They’ve faded away now, but I’m always tempted to reopen them because I know I was the reason my parents split up. I blame myself for everything that happened and feel that I need to suffer for it. I have one noticeable scar on my right arm which is the most recent cut. I tell people I cut myself by accident and they always believe me. That’s caused me to be in and out of counselling but it was pointless because I’m still shit scared that my dad is going to find me some day and make up for all the time he’s missed with me.