Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Seventeen!

A/N: I stayed up and wrote two chapters last have night so that I could update three days in a row :D
I have some sneaky twists coming up c; whoop whoop.

BUT WAIT- I won't post Chapter 18 until this chapter gets 100 votes and 50 comments.  You could call me thirsty, but I wanna hear your opinion of things (: So leave a rate, comment your thoughts, and we'll see what happens!


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As a 'girlfriend' of a member of One Direction, it sure does come with its advantages, such as having a private jet fly you to Hawaii.  Though it’s a lonely flight, considering I left without Harry, it’s a good way to get some sleep.  I’d managed to also book a small beach-side home for two weeks.  It was beautiful, with a private beach that kept away any unwanted visitors.  From reviews of the house, it occasionally got a visit from some dolphins that weren’t going to hurt you, so that’s great. 

                My phone kept buzzing from calls and texts from Harry, wondering where I was.  I guess he didn’t know I took the private jet, or at least wasn’t told about it.  The other boys knew.  I’d told them about the argument and they agreed away time would be good for me and Harry.  He needs alone time and so do I.

                My phone buzzed yet again, so I decided to answer.  “What the fuck do you need Harry?”  I replied rather angrily.

                “Doesn’t sound like you’re relaxing very much on your vacation.”  Liam’s voice laughs over the phone and I sigh, instantly feeling bad.

                “Sorry Liam; Harry has just been calling and texting like mad and I’m getting tired of it.  This vacation is to get away from him and everything, right?”

                “If that’s what you want it to be, then yes.” 

                “I don’t want inspirational little sentences, I want answers.”  My voice comes out a bit more rough than I intend it to and Liam takes a minute to respond.  “Helllooo?” I ask.

                “Are you sure you’re still you? Or has living with Louis rubbed off on you?”  He breaks the ice as usual and laughs it off.

                “I dunno, the mood swings just happen sometimes, ya know?  Hey, the plane is about to land.  Call me later?”  I ask, packing up my small amount of belongings that I’d spread across the seats.

                “Alright, bye.  Enjoy Hawaii!”  He cheerfully hangs up and I slip my phone into my pocket. 

                “Welcome to the Hawaiian Islands!”  The captain calls over the monitors.

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                The ‘small’ house I’d booked for these next two weeks turned out to be this huge place, almost like a mansion, but just a tiny bit smaller.  There’s a bright, clear pond sparkling in the front entrance, just behind the gates, yes gates, to the house.  There are neutral colored rocks making the pathway to the front door, as well as a path to around the back of the house.  Plants were growing all over and it looked like a house out of a magazine, except I’m standing right in front of it, and I can touch it, and it’s all real.

                I took the keys out of my pocket, set down my luggage, and unlocked the front door, letting it swing open to show an amazing amount of decoration and furniture inside.  This whole place was huge, too big for just one person, but it was fascinating.  A footstep behind me scared me until I heard the limo driver that drove me here laugh.