Hey Angel (ZARRY)

Chapter 7

                  

'We're going fishing!' Harry cheered.

'I'm not happy with this, Zayn.' Liam stated.

'With what?' Zayn asked as they watch Harry and Luca ran excitedly.

'I took off five whole days to come to this island, but all I've gotten to do was look for your house, then suffer a hangover after a bunch of strange old guys got me drunk.' Liam sighed, 'I want my vacation back! You brought it on yourself' he demanded.

'We're fishing cuz you said you wanted to make the most of your last day here.' Louis chimed in.

'Listen middle schooler...by "make the most of", I meant sightseeing, get it?'

'What sights?' Louis scoffed as he walked pass them, 'Dunno any sightseeing spots here...'

'I'm not happy either!' Matt complained too. 'this was my big chance to see you paint at close proximity! I can't believe we're outdoors.' He stomped following Louis.

'Are even his vacation goals indoors?' Liam muttered.

Niall heaved a long sigh.

'What's wrong Niall?' Asked Zayn. 'You don't look well.'

'If you get dragged early morning you would want to punch someone too.' Niall said tiredly and he yawned walking pass Zayn and Liam, 'Geez, and all I had is one apple.'

'here's your tackle.' Niall said when they reached the border. He gives them their tackles with fishhook ready and an artificial lure on it and a bait basket.

'what do we catch with this'

'Horse mackerel.' Louis smiled excitedly.

'You don't just put bait on a hook?' Zayn asked pressing the baits on the bait basket

'I've never seen this before!' Matt shouted.

'Wait –is this your first time fishing?!' Louis asked giving Matt and Zayn an unbelievable look.

'Yeah!' Zayn said. Louis turned to Liam, 'and you Liam?'

Liam smirked smugly, 'Don't lump me in with those city boys. I go for bass!'

'Uh. No. That won't help catching horse mackerel.'

'Bigger covers small! Liam pointed out, still with his smug face.

'But ocean ain't river.' Louis rolled his eyes just as they heard Matt screaming.

'Ahhh, get it off me!' Matt cried out as the fishhook got pinned on the back of his shirt. Niall just sighed for the nth time while Louis glared at the young adult.

Zayn swayed the bait basket back and forth, 'Harry, put bait in this. I can't touch it.'

'Yosh!'

'Huh?' Liam furrowed his brows, 'There's bait on the hooks too...it's fake?'

'Ew!' Matt continued screaming as Louis took the fishhook from his shirt, 'the pole smells fishy!'

'Come on! Grab it!' Zayn shouted too.

Niall looked at the mess of people in front of him, This is what Louis woke me up for? I didn't come to teach city folks fishing. 'I'm going up above, so good luck Louis!'

'Ahhh! You're running away, Niall!' Louis yelled.

'I'm a man of the sea. I'm beyond horse mackerel. I go for...High-grade fish.' Niall said with a serious face.