Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Eighteen!

A/N: Nice job on the 50 comments and almost 100 rates c; Thank you<3 So, maybe if y'all be that active in today's chapter, I'll post an extra long chapter tonight ;) Maybe it's already written c; Maybe not c; You neeevverrrr knowwwww.  Leave a rate and comment, thanks for reading (:"

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“You know, I’ve heard that falling asleep on the beach under the sun isn’t good for your skin.”  A voice pierces through my dreams.

                “Lads, I think she’s asleep.” Another voice.

                “No shit Sherlock.”  Somebody else replies with an utmost amount of sarcasm and the sound of the slap to the back of the head.

                “Maybe kicking some sand on her will do some good.”  Someone laughs as I feel a pile of sand being kicked onto me.  I open my eyes to see Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Harry standing around me.  Zayn smirks and looks up at the others.  “See, told you kicking sand on her would work.”

                “When did you guys get here?!”  I ask quickly, looking at my watch to see it has only been a few hours. 

                “You know, private jets work so well and so fast.” Harry mutters, almost to himself.

                “About an hour ago, we already unpacked our stuff in the guest rooms.”  Liam replies, nudging Harry and giving him one of his ‘be nice’ looks.  “Since there were only three, Harry decided to stay in your room.  The bed is huge in there anyways, and I think there was a couch in there too?”  Liam smiled, offering a hand to help me up.  He lifted me up as he talked.  “By the way, it’s a good thing you were wearing sunscreen when you fell asleep.  Otherwise, you would be a ripe tomato right now.  And hey, at least the sunset is beautiful here, just look that way.”  He points out over the ocean and we all watch the fading light.

                “Nice reference to food Liam, now I’m hungry.”  Louis complains.  Everybody sort of pauses for a moment as the mention of something Niall would say passes through our thoughts.  Nobody moved until Zayn coughed for a minute and spoke up.

                “So who wants dinner?”  He asks cheerfully.  Not even a moment passes before Zayn is racing Liam and Louis back up the trail to the house.  Knowing Harry’s still standing there, I try to ignore him and pick up my towel, shaking the sand off it as I wipe the sand Zayn kicked on me off as well.  I pack my stuff in my bag and start walking back up the trail.

                “Wait.”  Harry’s voice calls from behind.  I stop in the middle of a step and keep my back to him.

                “What Styles?”  I say a little rougher than I meant to sound, but shrug it off.  “Are you gonna yell at me over something? Like falling asleep in the sand? Or what?”

                “Well I’ll admit that was a stupid move on your part, but I just wanted to say sorry, and that I hope you forgive me for being a dick back home.  I shouldn’t have yelled or screamed or said anything I did.”  I turned my head back to him and sighed.

                “Harry, I don’t think you realize how much it hurt and that sorry won’t fix that.  You’ll have to do something awesome for that sorry to mean something.  If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get some dinner.”  I turned back towards the trail and made my way quickly back to the house.

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                “How the hell did you all already manage to make the kitchen this big of a mess?!”  I screech as soon as I step inside from the deck.  I dump my stuff into the corner and slip off my flip flops, kicking them to the side.  Zayn was covered in what looked to be flour and Liam was trying to clean up rapidly.