World Of Chances [One Direction Fanfiction]

Chapter 8: Camping

A/N: This chapter is like all of the characters' POV. Like what they're all doing at the same time. It has their own sides. So expect this chapter to had different POV's in it. Love lots xx

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/Chapter 8: Camping/

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Margaux's POV:

After finishing our tents. Me, Eleanor, Trisha, Ruth and Abilaine decided to walk around the site. Well, they have their own businesses so they walk off to somewhere. As I was left alone sitting outside the tent.

"Heyyy! Where are they?" Niall asked as he sits down beside me. He's wiping his sweaty face with a towel.

"Strolling." I answered simply.

Niall nodded as he walked inside the tent and grabbing a big figure bag along with him. I watched him as he unzip the zipper. He's grabbing his guitar and laying it on his legs and starting to strum along.

"You play guitar?"

"Yep. It's my hobby. I just love playing this stuff." He answered smiling, as he strum a familiar intro. "You know this?"

"Uhmm... For the first time by The Script." I answered proudly. As my smile grew more.

"Aww.. No you don't know it." He pouted jokingly as we both laughed. And he started singing the first verse until...

"Hey Niall! We need you around there. Let's start a big bonfire." That familar face guy walked near us. I'm guessing he's Calum.

"Oh yeah.. I'll follow." Niall smiled.

"Bye America." Calum waved at me and I just smile at him as he walked off.

Seconds later, Niall burst out laughing. "America? Is your name america?"

"Of course not. I don't know why he called me that." I shrug and he just won't stop laughing. I quickly grab the guitar from him and start shoo'ing him off.

"Now, go help them! shoo!" I spat jokingly.

And Niall? There, Still laughing his ass out.

"Heyy enough.." I start shaking him. His laugh ended with an awkward fade.

He coughed, "Okay. See you..." His sentence was incomplete as he stood up and his face turn red. Seconds again, he started laughing.

"America!" Gladly, he walked off. But still laughing.

I giggled at his childish behaviour.

Before I can even strum Niall's guitar. A hand grabs me by the arm. Looking around was, Harry.

"I need to talk to you..."

Abilaine's POV:

I was walking alone beside the lake. Well this lake is so beautiful. I'm just in love with nature and that. Marg's right, I'm more of an adventurous person. I kept walking while my eyes are glued to that lake that has a reflection of the moon in it. Until....

Oof!  Somebody push me to the lake.

I wiggle my feet underwater in order for my head to stand out. Wiping my hair out of my face, I saw Liam standing in front of me, in front of the lake, crossing his arms above his chest.

"You pushed me!" I shouted as I swim to the land. Just near Liam.

"No, I didn't." He shook his head, seriously.

"I felt it! You pushed me! You cheeky bastard!" I spat on him as I lean my hands on the ground, pushing myself up from the cold lake.

"Do you see it? Do you see it, that It was me who actually push you?" He asked. Why is his face so serious?