Summer Paradise - A One Direction Fan-Fic

Summer Paradise - Chapter 4

Summer Paradise – Chapter 4

                  **Yuffie’s P.O.V. **

          I found myself in a hotel room, alone, with my best friends. Well, supposed best friends. I apparently lost all of my memory when someone hit me with their car. Well, I guess that is a fact, cause I woke up in a hospital bed with no recall of who I was.

          These 5 boys who claim to be my best friends must be my best friends. I get along with them easily, and they are just awesome people. I instantly liked them, and knew who they were as people.

          First, there was Harry Styles; the cheeky, flirtatious boy, who seemed to care about me way more than he needed to. Well, I did get hit by a car, so I guess that was a reason for him to care. His gorgeous curls seemed to captivate me, and his cheesy smile made my heart swell.

          Then, there was Niall Horan; the Irish, hysterical, hungry boy who laughs at every single joke you throw his way. His blonde hair was molded perfectly, with brunette roots, and he had adorable braces that he tried to hide. I could tell he didn’t think highly of himself, even though he was beautiful.

          Third, was Louis Tomlinson; the hilarious, immature kid, who act like a 4 year old whenever possible. He seems to have a bromance going on with Harry, and it always makes me laugh. He had spiked dark dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes, that you could just get lost in.

          Let’s not forget Liam Payne; the sensible, smart, independent, mature one who is always bossing the others around, and acting like the father of the group. He had perfect flowing dirty blonde hair that was molded into a quiff, and he was very muscular. He was soft in the eyes, and every time I saw him, I felt like hugging him.

          Last, but definitely not least, was Zayn Malik; the mysterious, artistic, and might I say, very attractive one. He had a gorgeous dark quiff, and indulgent dark eyes. He had an incredible jaw line, and every feature of his face just seemed perfect. I know he is my best friend and all, but I feel differently about him from the rest. Maybe I liked him as more that a friend. Maybe we are more than friends, and he is just waiting to tell me. Too bad I can’t remember.

          “Hey, Yuffie!” Louis snapped my mind back to reality by waving his hand in front of my face. He was standing directly in front of me, while I was sitting in the middle of the couch. “Were you having weird flashback things? Do you remember anything?”

          “Nope,” I popped the p as I answered.

          “Aw, that sucks.” Harry said as he slid beside me on the couch. “You looked as you were in deep thought.”

          “Oh, I was.” I answered simple, not thinking of the outcome.

          “Really, ‘bout what?” Liam asked as he slid on the other side of me. Squished between two very attractive boys who are my best friends? Am I sure I didn’t die and go to heaven?

          “Oh,” I didn’t know what to say, but then I came up with a good question to ask. “I was trying to figure out how all my friends are from the UK when I’m Canadian, and we are in Canada? Like, what are the chances?” I answered slyly, and smiled at them.

          It was their turn to be at a loss of word. “Um,” Niall tried to answer.

          “We all became friends because we are from the UK. We thought it gave us a special bond.” Liam answered.