A/N: So.. um.. again this is dedicated to my cousin, Yiana. Hope you like it! :)
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Taking a break was awfully exciting for the boys. Chilling? White sand beach? An escape from their tough job and popularity? Sure. That's what all they want for summer. That's why they can't stop fiddling of what it'll be like for the first time in the Philippines.
"What do you think Philippines is like?" Zayn asked.
"I heard there are a lot of hot girls in the Philippines." Harry told Louis.
Louis patted Harry's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry but no one is as hot as Eleanor."
Harry rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Liam and Niall were chilled as ice when they all boarded their private jet. It was a captain type seat, meaning they have their individual seats both at the sides of the jet. Since harry always loved being by the window, he rushed to the first seat at the left. To his right sat Louis with already a handful of chips. The next row was Liam and Zayn. Lastly, there was Niall behind Liam.
"I have feeling we are going to have a good time in Boracay.'' Harry put his hands on the back of his head.
"I think so too. We are going to enjoy peace and quiet for a little while before we go back to London again." Liam shut his eyes and put his earphones on.
As the jet plane settled his engine off, Harry put on his Rayban glasses as he held onto his luggage ready for touch down. Louis finished of his last bag of chips which left a messy mark around his lips. Liam closed the brochure the management gave them and Niall, well, he was silent—oddly.
"Wow. There are no girls waiting for us." Zayn said dropping his bags on the cold floor.
"It feels weird." Harry said.
"No screaming, mobbing, jumping, I might actually get used to this." Louis told the boys.
A man with blue uniform escorted them to their vehicle. The ride towards their destination was as usual for these boys: loud, crazy and wild.
But as they step on the island, a silent gasp escaped their mouths. They were in awe.
"Wow. The sand is white." Niall spoke finally.
Louis dropped his bags and ran around like a dog on fire. "This place is amazing! I told you we should have put Philippines in our tour!" He protested.
"It was the management managing the list, Louis." Liam said in a-matter-of-fact way.
"Our room number is 209. We better get our bags there before we go ahead for a swim." Zayn told the boys.
"Louis, come back here and carry your bags!" Harry shouted.
"Aye aye captain!" Louis saluted.
They went to their room and unpacked their luggage. Louis was the one who finished first so he raced down to the white sand beach. Liam was in his tail and so are Zayn and Harry. Niall was left in the room alone.
No worries to Niall because he's kind of used to him being left behind. He's the Irish one, right? But it gave him time to look and breathe in the beauty of the place. He saw how the light perfectly reflects the light blue paint of the walls mirroring the sky, how the bunks have seashells duvets, how the fresh air gracefully dances its way in the room. It was perfect... except the fact he hasn't found that girl yet. That girl to share this perfect room with him, to play beach volleyball with, and so on.
