A/N; ONE DIRECTION CONCERT FRIDAY NIGHT. BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. Louis said that San Diego means 'Whale Vagina', Liam did a headstand, Zayn pranced around in a cape, Niall looked adorable in an SD hat, and Harry jumped off of the Coronado bridge naked. This is why I love these boys. <3
"Wow, look at that."
"Excuse me, sorreh."
"Damn, did you see that?"
The boys whispered back and forth eagerly as we strolled down the Venice Beach boardwalk. It was less crowded today than most days, but there were still massive amounts of people; dressed in bathing suits, riding spray-painted bicycles, holding the hands of their small children, and examining the paintings of the artists who made their livings here. I could tell that the boys were getting sucked into the artistry and the creativity that blossomed in Venice.
A man painting a landscape of the beach waved at me and I waved back.
"Ay, Allie!" he called out. I watched the boys, whom were staring fixated on the painting, and Lucy and I walked over.
"Oliver," I greeted with a smile. "How are you doing?"
"Magnificent," he replied, grinning. "Lovely Lucy! How are you, miss?"
"I'm great, thanks, Ollie," Lucy responded. She played with the knitted Hollister bracelet on her wrist.
"Who're your friends?" Oliver asked, setting down his paintbrush and trying to make eye contact with the boys.
"You painted this?" Louis asked. I'd never heard the boy sound so interested.
Oliver chuckled. "Still working on it. I'm afraid it's not one of my better ones, but I'm glad you boys enjoy it."
"It's marvelous," Niall said. "Wish I could paint like that."
"Takes a long time, son," Oliver said with a twinkle in his eye. "Twenty years of practice." He winked.
"These are our friends," I said, gesturing to the lads. "Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn."
"Pleasure, sir," Zayn said politely.
"The pleasure is mine," Oliver replied. He picked up his paintbrush and darkened the ocean.
"We'll let you get back to your work, then," I said awkwardly. "See you later, Ollie."
We said our good-byes to Oliver and continued down the boardwalk.
"--massively good, honestly," Louis was saying to Harry, who looked like he couldn't care less.
"Mmhmm. Yeah, Lou," Harry said lightly, scrolling through his phone. Louis punched him lightly and Harry feigned horror.
"Calm your balls, Haz," Zayn said, nudging Harry along. The younger boy made a gesture towards his pants and stuck out his tongue. Niall laughed.
"Cute," Zayn mumbled, rolling his eyes. I could still see a grin forming at his lips, though. I nudged him lightly and gave him a friendly smile. Slowly, Zayn smiled back. Behind him I saw Niall frown.
A loud and obnoxious ringtone crooned out of Louis' pocket. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed his phone and answered with a hasty yet compelling, "Hello?"
I watched as Lou's face spread into a smile. "Hey, mate. Yeah, we're down in Venice." He paused, then laughed. "Beach. Venice Beach." He laughed again. "Yeah, come on down. We're gonna grab some lunch."
"Who is it?" Harry asked, but Louis nudged him aside.
I swear, Lou has more personalities than a teenage girl.
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Fanfiction"It's been seven years, Niall. I thought...you'd forget about me." When Allie Hunter's mother died of cancer, her life was torn apart as her formerly close-knit family was uprooted from their homestead in Mullingar, Ireland and replanted in Venice B...
