Ashley's POV
"Come on we have to go to breakfast. You haven't heard the alarm." I'm being woken up softly from Niall.
"Oh, thanks for waking me up."
"You're welcome." he smiles at me. "We're going shopping today, I'm telling you in case you didn't check your phone anymore last night." I just nod, grabbing some comforable clothes putting them on in the bathroom.
I glance at my left wrist and my foot.
Sad times, bad times, gone times.
You can't see my scars anymore, but I can. Because I know where I've put every little cut. For me it's like they never disappeared.
I quickly apply mascara and then I leave - for the first time this vacation - with Niall to go and eat breakfast.
"You know, the media says we're flirting with each other because of what happened that one night at the beach."
"But nothing happened." I laugh and roll my eyes. "Besides, why would you care you don't like me anyway so let people talk."
Niall mumbles something I don't understand and I don't ask him what he said. We just walk to breakfast in silence. Peaceful silence. Our hands touch for a few seconds and I quickly pull mine away awkwardly.
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"But we don't want to go to H&M!" Pascalle and Eleanor complain. Perrie and Zayn aren't with us right now, they sit in a café because they don't feel like shopping.
"The clothes there are so cool! What's against H&M?" I ask them.
"It's.... cheap." Eleanor answers.
"Yeah well if you only like expensive clothes I'm gonna take Sarah and we go there without you." I konw that she loves that store just as much as I do.
"We just like to wear clothes with, let's say a higher standard." Pascalle explains.
"It's okay you don't need to tell me anything. I accept it, i have to. Just like I have to accept that blondie here hates me."
"Don't be silly he doesn't hate you." Pascalle laughs.
"If I was you I wouldn't be so sure about it." I whisper.
Then, Sarah and I link our arms and with Harry and Niall who joins because of Harry and walk to H&M.
"Wasn't that a bit disrespectful? To just leave?" Niall asks me.
"No it wasn't. Expecially not if someone makes you feel like you don't fit in just because you buy clothes from H&M. It was the way they said it, like they are better than me.. and Sarah." I tell him.
"I haven't seen it like that." he admits.
"Yeah cause I'm different. I think different and I behave different." You just don't see it.
"Yeah of course." Pure sarcasm in his voice.
I roll my eyes.
"You know what? You're like everybody else you just want to be different. But you aren't. You're rude, annoying and you think you're pretty even though you're not."
OUCH
I feel the tears forming in my eyes. This hit me hard.
I quickly grab a dress that's hanging next to me in my size and rush into a cabin where you try your clothes on. It would look weird if I went there without any clothes with me.
In the cabin I let the tears fall as I sit down on the chair. I look for a tissue in my bag and wipe the tears away, well I try to but I'm crying like a baby just without screaming.
"Ashley?" there's a knock on the door and Sarah steps in. She sees me and gets down to her knees to hug me.
"He's so mean to me."
"I know." she replies.
"I'm not rude to him at all, but he just, ugh"
"I know."
"The only response I get from you is 'I know'"
"I know." Sarah says again and I start to laugh.
"Hey stop it." I say.
"Well it worked, didn't it?"
"Indeed, it made me laugh."
Sarah grabs my tissue and wipes away the rest of my tears. Gladly I've put on waterproof mascara. Then, she kisses my cheek like my Mum always used to do when I cried as a kid.
I continue looking for clothes and when I find turquoise ripped skinny jeans I look for my size.
"They don't have size zero here." someone comments. No, not someone. Niall.
"Will you just fucking shut up? My clothing size is 36 or 38 here."
Whenever he's rude it feels like a stab in my heart. I walk away from him trying to find Sarah and Harry. I find them kissing not that far away. Cuties. His hands are around her waist to support her standing in her tiptoes to reach the height of his face.
I lay down the jeans somwhere and tell them that it would be better if we leave.
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"But you are coming to the public viewing tonight are you?" Harry asks lying down in my bed with a grin. Cheeky monkey.
"Don't know, I don't feel like it."
"But you have to, it's Ireland against England."
"Ireland is going to win anyway." I stick my tongue out.
"I don't think so." Sarah gets involved in the conversation.
"Fine, I'm coming and we'll see who wins." I give in.
"Yeeeeeesss!" Harry and Sarah shout.
"Hmm it's about time for leaving to get there anyway. It starts in half an hour and I don't want shitty seats where I can't see half of the screen. I want to see when Ireland scores."
One thing you should know about me, I'm half irish.
Most of the game is more or less boring, until the 85th minute.
"Goooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!" Niall and I both scream and jump up. We look at each other and then high five after a quick hug. I feel the adrenaline because of IRE 1 - 0 ENG. We're so gonna win.
I watch the rest of the game and when I hear the whistle I'm relieved. We DID win this.
"Told you guys." I tell Sarah and Harry with a stupid grin.
I feel someone lifting me up from behind and before I know what's going on I sit on Nialls shoulders who is as happy as never.
Maybe it's true, football brings people together.
But I'm not over the things he said in that store today and probably won't be for a while.
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Fanfiction"I wouldn't date a model because models are perfect", he said. Will One Direction member Niall Horan change his mind when a very special model crosses his path?
