A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Twenty Two

"So..." I dragged off, my eyes scanning the distance.

"I don't feel like doing anything with water" Niall

shivered.

"Me neither" I giggled.

My eyes found a figure, with a smaller figure, that

figure being a familiar one, that bigger figure making it's way over to me. Charlie. "Hey! You didn't reply to my texts lasts night? Well,

once and I didn't understand it" Charlie laughed,

taking his phone out and putting it back into his

pocket.

I watched as his eyes met Harry's, and they stood

glaring at each other. "Sorry" I laughed, pushing my hair behind his ear.

"It's okay" He smiled, flicking his hair out of his

eyes.

"Sophie!" Louis shouted from further away.

"Come on Sophie" Harry mumbled, pulling at my

arm. "Wait!" I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, turning his gaze to

Charlie.

"Do you want to come to the beach for a little bit?

With me and Jack, my brother, you know? The one

who poked you?" He smirked. "Well, we were going to play ball and-" His voice was cut off by Harry's. "I don't think that's a good idea, she came here

with us" He snapped.

"Oh come on, lighten up, what did I tell you

yesterday Harry?" I said, widening my eyes.

He looked confused, and then his face softened, but

still looked a little angry. "Fine" He said quietly.

"Sophie!" Louis shrill voice squeaked.

"I'm going to the beach for a little bit" I called back.

"With who?" He replied.

I nodded at Charlie.

His face screwed up. I looked at Harry, who widened his eyebrows, and

Louis figure in the corner of my eye was beginning

to walk, more like march over.

"More jealous boys?" Charlie smirked.

I blushed and shook my head.

"Louis is my frie-" I was cut off. "Who is this?" He asked calmly. I could tell he

wasn't.

"Charlie, I met him yesterday, he wants me to go to

the beach with him to play ball with Jack his

brother. I won't be long, and while I'm gone you

can decide what we do today" I grinned. He too was glaring at Charlie.

"Right.." He dragged off, and started walking back

to the boys, who looked confused. He didn't break

eye contact.

"Are you her boyfriend then?" Charlie asked him.

He stopped walking. His face saddened a little. I watched as he tried to maintain his angry

expression.

"No. I'm her best friend. Whatever, go, have fun

and come back whenever I'm not bothered" Louis

mumbled, turning away from us.

"Louis!" I called. "Sh, just give him time yeah?" Harry frowned,

following him.

I watched as the boys head back to where we

we're staying, and it tugged at my heart.

"Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?" Charlie

asked, breaking the silence. "No" I quietly said.

"And that curly haired guy isn't?".

"No.".

He watched me for a few moments, before starting

to bounce the ball on the ground. "You still

coming?" I looked at the floor. "Yeah, okay" I replied, starting

to walk forward, but not taking my eyes off the

floor.