Important: I don't edit these. That's why they have so many mistakes.
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Chapter 13. 7:00 am.
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Daphne's POV
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We had all been watching a movie. Melanie and Harry were on twitter actually. The movie was called 'Aquamarine'. It was about two girls who found a mermaid. The things that happened were nowhere near real. Some of it was true though.
Our fingernails DON'T change color to our mood. We CAN'T talk to the sea animals. We CAN'T talk to the sea from a shell. We CAN get our legs wet, they have to be completely submerged. Mermaids DO feel attracted to the sea, or any water source. It feels like its pulling us in, luring almost.
I've been in the attic since after the boys fell asleep. I snuck upstairs and found the door.
It's peaceful up here, y'know.
It's quiet. Peaceful. Calm.
I love it. I can just....think.
The boys. That's all I can think about right now. The boys.
Niall's so sweet. I love him so much. I love his eyes. Their so captivating. His hair is so soft. His accent is sexy. I can go on but I won't.
Harry's so much fun. He's so retarded. Flirtatious is not a word that describes him. He's not some manwhore. He's really sweet. Yes he flirts with us girls but its nothing but fun banter. We even flirt back. And, Oh, God. His curls.
Louis. Wow, where to I start? He's hilarious. He's fun. He's crazy. He really is the party. Without Lou, nothing's fun. He's also quite handsome.
Liam is cool. He's the sensible one. Always telling us what to do an what not to do. Minus that, he's fun. Full of fun ideas.
Zayn is my best friend. He's so mysterious. I can sit and talk to him for days. I love him like a brother. I love all the boys, but I love Niall and Zayn the most.
I got up from the windowsill and stretched. The view up here is great. The whole beach is visible. It's so pretty.
I heard a loud thud followed by some curse words.
"Damnit! Damnit all to hell!" That Bradford accent can only mean one thing...or person...
Zayn.
"Hey Zee." I said. I call him Zee because there is nothing else to call him, besides Zaynie. He was laying on the ground.
"Shit!" He cursed as he tried to stand but couldn't. I walked over to untangle his ankle. "Hey Dee." He said nonchalantly.
I untangled his ankle and helped him up.
He said, "This has always been my favorite place, y'know? We've been her three or four times and I just love it up here."
He sat down beside me in the windowsill and I collapsed into him, my head on his shoulder. "Yeah. I love it." I said.
We sat there in silence, him obviously not effected by me laying on him.
"Wanna go make breakfast?" He asked after ten or fifteen minutes of silence. I nodded and we left the attic.
Zayn's POV
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We began making breakfast, the simple eggs and bacon with toast. How hard can it be, right?
