Summer (A 1D Love Story)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13-Zoë’s POV

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In the morning, I get up before everyone else, besides Liam. He tells me a lot more about the X-Factor, the band, and their single as we make breakfast. Also the fact that they might be recording an album soon, which is exciting but still totally crazy to me. As I’m scrambling eggs over the oven, Harry gets up from the couch, wearing nothing but some navy blue sweatpants. His curly brown hair is messy from sleep, and my heart breaks remembering seeing him like that before. I miss waking up next to him and thinking, “he’s mine.” I focus back on the food in front of me.

“Good morning.”  Harry says, his voice deep and a bit groggy. He sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.  

“Look who’s up early,” Liam teases. “10:12, that’s like track record for you, man.”

“Where’s the cheese?” I mumble. Liam’s about to respond when Harry hops up.

“I’ve got it.” he says, and walks over to the fridge. He rummages around and finally reaches out to me, holding a bag of shredded cheddar. I can’t help but stare at his smooth, broad shoulders and bare muscular arms.

“Thank you.” I take it from him and sprinkle some cheese into my omelet.

“Need anything else?” Harry asks sweetly. I can tell he’s trying his best to apologize in every way possible. Liam gives him a look as if to say ‘back off.’ I assume at this point Liam knows about our history, but I’m not sure.

“I’m okay,” I respond as Sophie shuffles into the kitchen, already dressed. Louis comes out a little later, already jabbering away.

“Are you ladies ready,” He says in a mock-announcer voice. “For the greatest, most unbelievable, completely phallic London tour in the world?!”

Sophie smiles and grabs some yogurt from the fridge. “Ready as we’ll ever be.”

I snort. “Doesn’t ‘phallic’ mean having the characteristics of a penis?”

“Indeed it does.” Louis says, maintaining a very serious expression. “But no matter- look at you! You’re not even dressed! Chop chop, the tour begins now. And will one of you lot wake up Zayn? He mentioned that he wanted to tag along as well.”

I leave them to decide who to has to do this job, to wash my face and get dressed. I pleat my hair back into a loose French braid and am ready to go.

-Zayn’s POV-

I’m jostled awake by Liam and Harry, jumping on my bed and shouting. I attempt to cover my head with the pillow but have it yanked out of my hands.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Now get the hell up.” They yell at me, and I remember that I’m supposed to be going on a tour of the city with Harry, Louis, and the girls. Wanting to spend some time with Sophie in particular, I sit up begrudgingly. I immediately go to the bathroom to get ready and dressed. Looking in the mirror, I think about Sophie. We get on so well, and she’s obviously incredibly beautiful... But the fact that she’s underage worries me. I don’t know if I can control myself around her, so maybe it’s best to stay away for a while. When we finally head out, Louis is acting like an idiot and making us all crack up. We set off on foot, but catch a bus to Louis’ first destination, which is a surprise to the girls but I recognize that we’re going to see the London Eye.

“Do either of you have a fear of heights?” Louis asks. Zoe shakes her head eagerly, probably catching on to where we’re headed. Sophie hesitates.

“Just a little.” She says, laughing shyly.

“Well that’s alright, because we’ve got good ol’ Zayn here to protect you.” Louis pats me on the back. “Isn’t that right buddy?” He says and winks at me. I remind myself to get back at him for that later.

-Sophie’s POV-

The red double decker bus is like something out of the movies, and Zoe and I are getting a huge kick out of it. We drive for a while, and I can see we’re in a wealthy neighborhood. Suddenly we pass by a mansion painted all the colors of the rainbow. Everyone stares. Suddenly, someone breaks the silence.

“Just for us!” I hear Harry scream at Louis. We all bend over with laughter. It passes, and we go back to silence. Someone else on the bus is playing some love song from their phone. I can’t remember the last time I heard one that didn’t mention the words “heart”, “broken”, or “over”. I frown, and play Temple Run on my phone. My phone buzzes, and it’s from Facebook. I exit it.

I eventually get bored playing games, and I look up my phone. Zayn is staring in my direction intently. I look around, but he was staring at me. A confused look washes over my face. He notices his gaze now, and turns away. I think he’s blushing, but it’s hard to differentiate the red of his cheeks from his olive skin.

I shift my eyes off of him, and turn to Zoe, who’s head is leaning on Harry’s shoulder. She’s half-asleep. Harry’s head turns, and he looks down at her, smiling. The moment was so cute, I couldn’t even think about ruining it. I lift up my phone and snap a picture. Harry hears, and is about to say something, but he stops himself. He looks happy.

Just then, the bus stop and we get off at a big intersection. We see a river, Thames I think, and suddenly I know where we are.