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

Chapter Seventy-Five.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

"Come on Harry, we’re going to miss breakfast!" i yelled. I was banging on the bathroom door. Harry was taking FOREVER.

"I’ll be there in a minute!"

"A minute isn’t good enough!" I yelled again. The door swung open to reveal Harry. "It’s about time. Now come on, I’m starving!" I took his hand and dragged him out of the room.

"“Morning Harry, did you sleep well?”" He teased. I stopped when we got to the lifts. I turned to face him and he had an unimpressed look on his face. I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Not yet." He smirked and pulled me into the lift and kissed me again. We didn’t pull away until the lift opened on the ground floor. I saw Liam standing by the doors to the hotel’s pool. We walked over to him. "What are you doing here?" he asked Liam.

"Where’s Meghan?" I asked, looking around. This wasn't a good sign.

"In her room." He said, simply.

"So... why are you down here on  your own?" Harry asked, stating the obvious.

"I’ve just finished setting breakfast up for Meghan. She should be coming down here soon... I hope." I smiled at Liam.

"So did you work things out last night?" I asked, getting nosy.

"To tell you the truth, I don’t know. We talked then she said she was going to give me space for a few days, but then she text me saying she was sorry and that she loved me so I told her it was my fault and to make it up to her I’ll organise a special breakfast down near the beach." Harry smirked and hi-fived him.

"We’re off to get our breakfast now too. Hope it goes well with you. See you later for this competition thing." I smiled and gave him a quick hug. Harry and I headed over to get breakfast.

Liam’s P.O.V.

Meghan was to be down here any minute now. This holiday has got off to a bit of a bad start but hopefully this breakfast will clear everything up and she’ll maybe get back into this competition so we can whip everyone’s ass. Not that I’m competitive or anything... I sat in the lobby of the hotel and waited. And waited. Then waited some more. Meghan was fifteen minutes late. Has she blown me off?

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I over slept. I was running around the room to try and get ready. Liam would be waiting downstairs for me, wondering where I am. I tried calling him but my phone wasn’t getting signal. Perfect. I checked myself over quickly. I'd pulled on some denim shorts, a plain white tank and some sandals. I raced down the stairs. I made it into the lobby twenty minutes passed the time I was supposed to be here. Liam’s going to hate me. I scanned through the people lurking about and couldn’t find him. I walked outside to the pool and saw him sitting on the edge of it with his feet in the pool. I walked over to him and threw myself down on my knees. "I’m so sorry. I slept in. I honestly couldn’t wait for this morning and you’re probably fed up with me by now so I’m sorry." I stood up to leave when he took my hand. I looked down at him and to my surprise, he was smiling.

"I’m just glad you came... eventually." He pulled his feet out of the pool and stood up, towering above my small self. I gave him a weak smile.

"I’m sorry."

"Stop saying sorry, I’m the one whose sorry remember?" I looked down, only to have my head brought back up by Liam’s hand. He looked straight into my eyes. It was like he was staring straight into my soul. "I’m so sorry baby. Will you forgive me?" I looked back into his deep brown eyes. They were full of hurt and sadness. I can’t stay mad at him.