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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Zaylin Matthews

"So, let me get this straight," Abby said for the millionth time. "Harry kidnapped you. You're forced to go on a date with him. You're going willingly. You're bringing a swimsuit. And Jasmine has a crush on Liam?"

"Um, yeah, that's about it," I clarified for the millionth time.

"Crazy!" Abby sang. "And Jasmine is sleeping on the couch of her own free will? That's not like her at all. Why doesn't she stay in Harry's room? His is still available."

"I think she's only doing that because she doesn't want Harry to feel uncomfortable," Mara added in her input. "After all, Harry likes you, Zaylin. Wouldn't it be weird if Jasmine suddenly stayed in his room?"

"Kinda," I admitted slowly. "Not really."

Mara rolled her eyes. "When is the date?" she asked.

"Today. That's all I know."

"Huh. Then we don't have to get you ready yet," Abby mused.

"You mean Jasmine doesn't have to get me ready yet," I corrected her.

"Hey, where is Jasmine anyway?" Mara asked.

"On the couch. Not with Liam."

"Shut up, Zaylin," Abby scoffed. "Jasmine doesn't have to be with Liam for every breathing second. You don't see me and Mara hanging out with our boyfriends 24/7."

"Speaking of boyfriends," I said. "Where's Niall and Zayn? And everyone else, for that matter?"

Abby shrugged. "Who knows?" she said, waving her hand carelessly. "Off doing guy stuff, no doubt."

"And you're not with them?"

Abby punched my shoulder as I grinned. Mara giggled.

"I'm gonna go pack my stuff," I told them.

"What stuff?" they asked in unison.

I realized I could've worded that better. Thank goodness none of the boys were listening.

"My swimming stuff. Now go find the boys or whatever."

Abby scowled at me and Mara rolled her eyes again. We went our separate ways; me to Louis' room and them to the living room.

I closed the door behind me and exhaled. Then I stooped down and borrowed one of Louis' many drawstring bags. It said "Westside" on it. What the hell does that mean? I just shrugged it off and opened it.

I started shoving stuff in it. I put in an extra set of clothing and my swimsuit. In case we went out early, I put in sunscreen. Why did I bring sunscreen with me to Great Britain? I obviously did not do my research.

When that was done, I stood back up and sighed. I slung the drawstring bag over my shoulder, just in case. I left the room.

Still no one in sight. I frowned. Where was everybody? It was kind of creepy without them here.

"Look out!" somebody yelped, and suddenly I was pinned underneath a large body, promptly knocking the breath out of me.

As soon as I regained my breath, I turned best I could and pushed the person off of me. "What the hell, Niall!" I yelled.

"Ssh, ssh!" he hissed at me. "Don't give away my position! Get behind me."

"What are you guys doing?" I demanded as he pushed me behind him.

"Paintball. All of the guys. No girls. Sorry, but this is a man's job."

I raised my eyebrows. I knew I never should have called him a man. "Excuse me, Blondie, but us girls could kick your little asses in two minutes."