Emily's P.O.V: The day after I left Zayn's place, I decided to do what I usually didn't do when I felt down. I decided to try and enjoy the day, whatever happened. I was usually hiding away when I was upset, locking myself in my room with the music turned up so loud that no one could hear me crying, screaming or whatever I was doing. Clara, Jennett and Olivia was rushing back and forth, while finding the clothes they wanted to wear, putting on make up, and asking me about the day before yesterday. "You slept at his place, right?" Olivia shook her head a bit, so her curly blonde hair fell into place. "Yeah, I did." I was the only one still only wearing my knee long, bone-white silk nightdress, with thin straps. "Was he good?" That was Jennett asking, while looking concentrated in the mirror, putting on her mascara. I blushed a bit, and bit my lip, trying to remember. Yes, he was good, and he was right about that he was the best. The best damn thing I've ever had. I just nod, but they couldn't see it, cause they were focused on their clothes, hair and makeup. "Was he?" Jennett asked again. "Yes, he was quite... Amazing," I was mumbling, and the girls turned to look at me, so I fast faked a smile. Emily, remember what he said, keep your held high.Clara was sitting on the floor, leaning over her suitcase, picking up plenty lot of tank tops and t-shirts. She was wearing a pair of hotpants, but no shirt yet, only her bra. Jennett was wearing a pair of short, knee long and beige, and a white tight tank top. Olivia was wearing some dark blue hotpants, and a cute flower top, and some slippers. "Tell us about it..." Clara said, still messing around in her suitcase. "Well, I don't know what to say. He was so damn amazing, the best. And the day after was even better," I tried to keep my smile on my face, just to make them believe that I actually didn't care that much about him, and that I just cared about what happened. I knew that Jennett and Olivia would be disappointed if they knew how I felt about him, mostly Olivia. I didn't even know how we could be so close friends, we were so different from each other. She was serious, a bit boring, didn't like any of my plans and ideas. She was way too perfect (or she thought so), she was always right (again, that was what she thought), and I knew that she didn't understand me at all. Clara was probably the one that I was doing best with of the girls, she understood me completely, and was always there if I needed her. We've had some pretty awesome times, crashing malls, blind dates, cliff jumping in Sweden, and stuff. Jennett was more like the grown up one, she knew how to get a taxi, how to get around everywhere, how to do all the important stuff we had to do, like booking flight tickets, and finding great places to visit and eat and so on. I guess that without Jennett we would've been lost and broke by now. "Oh snap, what happened?" Jennett asked when she was done with her mascara, when she put on a bit lipstick, some brown eye shadow, and ended up looking really good. I told them everything, without caring about what Olivia would say. I even told them about the water fight, the kisses, the way he held me before I left. Everything, every little detail, his tattoo's, his hazel eyes. While telling them how I felt while being with him, I realised that I was losing myself. I again had to break the ice, and get up and out of my daydream. When I was done talking, they were all just staring at me. Clara had a HUGE smile on her face, Olivia looked like 'What?!', Jennett was smiling too. "Oh my gosh, Em! Why didn't you get his number?" Jennett asked, while trying to control her smile. "I don't know. I thought it would be better just to let him go, you know, I don't wanna be like a puppy running around after him. He probably didn't feel the same way." I shrugged my shoulder. Jeez, I did that really often. "You're so blind. When he kissed you, while you were sitting on the kitchen desk, don't you think that he felt the same?" Clara said.Again I just shrugged my shoulder, "Njaa... maybe?". Olivia sighed loudly, making me wanna throw a brick in her face. She kinda pissed me of. On the beach a fresh wind was blowing, and I had to keep on pulling my cute summer dress down. The sun burned our skin. And the sand was soft under my bare feet.
Zayn's P.O.V: I called the boys up, and asked if they wanted to go to Brighton with me. They were all like, 'Why?'. So they decided that we should meet at Nando's and plan the day. We did. "Why do you wanna go there?" Liam asked, while taking another bite of his sandwich. "Hmm... The beach is quite nice," What a lame excuse Zayn. But it was true that the beach was quite amazing. "Wasn't that Amanda chick from Brighton?" Louis asked, and all the guys turned to look at me. "No, she's not from UK," I fast said. "I would like to go..." Niall mumbled, cause his mouth was full of mouth. "Yay! Thanks Nialler..." I lighted up in a big smile, and the other guys just laughed and shook their head. "Man, you're only trying to find her. Lol." Louis laughed, and poked my shoulder. "Whatever, it's cool!" Niall smiled. It didn't take long till Niall and I were sitting in my car singing along to Part of me -Katy Perry, on the radio. Niall and I decided. The beach was huge, and up to the sidewalk there were plenty lot of small shops, that were selling strawberries, accessories, fruit, turist stuff, hats, and a lot more. Niall was happily kicking to the sand with his feet, while eating a HUGE soft-ice. My eyes were running around on the beach, searching around in the crowd, for some messy brown hair, that stopped on the middle of the back, or maybe just for a pretty face, no... Just for her pretty face. Niall was wearing a hat, one of those cowboy hats, which made him look quite adorable. It was much hotter today than English summer weather used to be, and that's maybe the reason why the beach was filled with people, and that meant fans too... We got surrounded by a lot of girls, and a lot of pretty girls too, and even though some of them were prettier than Amanda, they couldn't compare in my eyes. Some of the girls were crying, and screaming, fangirling. Others were just being cool, asking for pics, hugs and autographs. We gave all of them what they wanted, except kisses, only on the cheek. While standing in the crowd of girls, I looked out on the beach, and saw a bone white dress, with colorful flowers on, and some messy brown hair, to the middle of the girls back. The girl was holding high heeled some sandals in her left hand. She was small, and walking with a blonde curly girl, one with light brown straight hair, some hotpants and a light blue t-shirt and one with light brown hair as well, wearing some knee long shorts, in beige, and a white tanktop. I stared after the girl as she threw her sandals in the sand, and placed her feet in the sea. Her girls were sitting in the sand on a blanket, while she stood all alone in water to her ankels. Niall saw where I was looking, and he lighted up in a big smile, "Do you think?" He whispered, and the girls kept on talking to us, and pulling at our clothes. "Maybe..." I whispered back. We fast wrote the last autographs, and then we said that we were in a hurry, and that we sadly had to leave. When the fans finally let us go (not that I thought they were annoying, not at all. I loved each of them), she wasn't there anymore. My mind went spinning, and there I stood on the beach, staring at the place I had seen her before. If it was Amanda, I didn't know. I just hoped so, but why on earth should it be her? I sighed. "Come on, aks her girls." Niall said, being really positive. "I don't know... It probably wasn't her," I shrugged my shoulders, and my voice was low and sounded tired. I had to face the fact that she actually was gone. "Oh man, come oon!" Niall grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the girls. I bit my lip, but then I finally walked up the them. They all looked at me, and one of them pulled her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my god!" She mumbled, and jumped up from the blanket she was lying on. She was a bit taller than Amanda, not a lot, just a bit. It was one of the girls with straight light brown hair. "Eeeh... Hi. May I... ask you a question?" I stuttered. "Of course! I can't believe it's you. Zayn f'ing Malik. Unbelievable." She looked totally amazed, and paralysed. I just laughed a little. The two other girls were just staring at me, with open mouths. "The girl that was here some minutes ago-" I didn't get to finish my sentence, before the girl I was talking to pointed at the sidewalk shops and said, "Up there.". "Well oh... thanks? But another question?" I was looking up at the shops, but couldn't seem to find her in the crowd. "Yeah sure." "Her name?" "Emily, she is called Emily," When the girl said that, my heart shrank even deeper, even deeper than yesterday. My heart stopped beating for a second."Thanks. I just wondered. I thought she was someone else, thanks for the help," I smiled at her, and turned around. Niall just shrugged his shoulders like 'sorry'. I did the same. "It wasn't her?" He asked when we were walking up to the shops.I shook my head, "Wrong name.""I'm sorry,""Don't be. It's stupid of me, right?" I said, while running my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, a little." We decided to check out the shops, and stood for a little while looking at some weird summer hats, and one pretty cute country hat, for girls. "Do you think it would fit me?" I asked, and put it on, while posing. Niall laughed and punched my arm. "Ouch!" I said, and pushed him a bit. When his eyes froze, looking over my shoulder. "Niall?" I asked, and put the hat back. "Turn around..." He whispered, and I did. A girl, same height and dress as the girl in water was standing beside me. I couldn't see her face, since it was covered behind her hair. I shook my head at Niall, but kept my eyes on her. She was standing right beside me, and her perfume smelled good, and sweet."How much is this hat?" Her thin fingers grabbed the hat that I just threw, and to the sound of her voice, my heart skipped a beat. She ran her fingers through her hair, and now her face was shown. I was paralysed.
