Chapter Two.
It was morning and my house was eerily quiet, I rolled over in my bed and looked at my alarm clock. I had somehow managed to sleep until ten thirty. Sandy would’ve left for school and mum was at work. I hated being at my house on my own. I sat myself up in bed, rubbing my eyes and reaching out for my phone on the bedside table. I had a message from Niall, this was normal. He’d been texting me all day every day for the past two days. I guess it should’ve felt strange to be texting someone as famous as him, but it didn’t feel even the slightest bit weird. I smiled down at my phone typing my reply quickly and rushing straight off to the shower.
It was a reasonably warm day out side; once I’d had my shower I changed into my bikini and grabbed my bag. I shoved in a towel and sunblock and the book I was currently reading. I slipped on a floral beach dress and set off to the bus stop five minutes down the road from my house. I loved the beach and since it wasn’t too far from my house, I spent a lot of time there. I liked to sit in the sun tanning and reading my book. It was the best way to free myself from all stresses and have some time to myself. It seemed that I was getting less and less of this time lately, so when then opportunity arose; I grabbed it with both hands.
The bus trip to the beach was short and silent for the most part. When I first got on the bus there was a group of about five teenage girls, giggling and showing each other things on their phones. I smiled at their innocence. I heard one of them mention their love for One Direction and I couldn’t help but listen into their conversation.
“Did you hear, One Direction are touring America soon?” One girl asked her friends. She was short with blonde hair and big brown eyes.
“Yeah, I hate it when they leave England. It makes me feel so far away from them.” She said and pouted. I snorted at her, and tuned back into their conversation.
“When do they leave?” Another girl asked suddenly taking interest in their conversation.
“Next week, I’m pretty sure.” The same blonde headed girl said.
My heart sunk. Next week? That’s so soon. Niall and I had barely known each other for a week yet, and he was leaving to go all the way over to America. I don’t even know why it upset me. It’s not like we were dating, heck it’s not like we were even anything more than acquaintances. Besides, it could just be a rumour, I can’t just start believing everything a group of teenage girls said.
I looked out the window of the bus, coming to a gradual stop at my destination. I thanked the driver and climbed off the bus.
It was unusually busy at the beach today, there were girls everywhere. I walked down the end of the beach that seemed less crowed and found myself a quiet place to set down my stuff. I rubbed tanning lotion into my already brown skin; I put on my sunglasses and laid back on my towel, admiring the clouds that drifted peacefully in the sky.
It was about this time that I heard the screams of girls, and then I saw it. The group of five gorgeous boys walked toward me, girls following them and generally pestering them with stupid questions. I sat up on my towel abruptly and stretched out my arms. They continued to walk toward me. Niall’s gaze caught mine and he waved frantically at me smiling like a loony. I smiled back at him and opened up my book, I hadn’t even finished the sentence I was reading before I felt some one’s eyes on me. I looked up to see Niall hovering over me. I smiled up at him, and he gave me an award winning smile back, he held out his hand and helped me up. I immediately felt self-conscious of my body and stared at the ground blushing furiously. I picked up my towel and draped around me in desperate attempts to cover my body. Niall chuckled grabbing my towel and holding it high above his head. He continued laughing and I stood there, still blushing.
