Sentiments in the Sand (ON HOLD)

Chapter 19: A Hero and a Knight

Annikka POV

I stepped into the bathroom and turned on my speakers. Yes, I have two little speakers in my bathroom. I played my "Current" playlist. It's usually a half a dozen or so songs that matched my mood for that particular shower. I guess I'm really crazy about music. When I was a little girl I wanted to be a singer, not necessarily famous, but a singer. Seeing what happened to me when Niall left for X-Factor, I gave up on that dream. I never wanted for the people I  cared about to feel the way I did, so I kept my singing to myself and my closest friends. I got into the shower and closed the glass door. The door didn't go all the way to the ceiling, so I would still be able to hear the music. My latest playlist had my favourite Owl City songs-

Vanilla Twilight

Live It Up

Fireflies

Shooting Star

To The Sky

Hot Air Balloon

Strawberry Avalanche

All About Us

I sang along to Shooting Star  as I washed the shampoo out of my hair. I dried myself with a towel and put my bathrobe on, stepping out the bathroom only to find Beck sitting on my bed. "Nice singing. Didn't know you liked Adam Young." He smirked. "Well, now you do. What do you want, Beck?" I asked as I looked through my closet for something pink or white or peach. "It's me and Kelly's anniversary today, and I need help getting her a present." He replied simply, but I could see in his eyes he was nervous. "Sure, Beck. Just get out of my room so I can get dressed and we'll all go." I said. "And shouldn't you be getting ready? Get showered and get dressed!" I added, raising my eyebrow at him. "I took a shower last night. I slept. I take a shower again?" He said, crossing his arms. "You had food for dinner last night. You slept. You eat food for breakfast again?" I countered. He let out a sigh and left my room. Another point for the girls. I thought to myself as I picked out my clothes for the day.

Kelly POV

I know there's something special about today, but I can't remember. I'll just have to ask Beck. Forgetting special dates is one of my many problems. Beck is the one who always remembers. I guess together we're just, balanced. Beck and I are almost opposites, and a lot of times people- including myself- wonder just wonder how in the world we fell in love. I guess seeing that my weaknesses and faults are his strengths and good points and vice versa is what did it for me. I've always liked people who are strong in different ways than me. It just, if someone is good at something I'm good at, it makes me feel like I have competition. Maybe that's a problem, maybe not, but hey. Nobody's perfect.

Skylar POV

I woke up because I felt something heavy on my stomach. I opened my eyes. It was Zayn's arm. I smiled and moved it a little, so I could breathe better. Just then, my phone rang. Don't, try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay... "Mmph," Zayn mumbled and opened his eyes. "Morning, Zayn." I smiled and answered the phone.

Hello?

Morning, Skye. Did I wake you up?

Morning, Sarah. Not exactly. What's up?

Well we're all going out with the boys.

That's great, except Zayn is still sleeping.

Wake him up! He won't mind.

Um, okay. I'll be right over so I can shower and dress up.

Wear pink or peach or white!

And the line went dead. "Zayn," I said softly. He didn't budge. "Zayn, I have go so I can get dressed. We're all going out. You should get ready, too." I said a little louder. "Don't go yet," He whined, hugging me.  "We'll be spending the rest of the afternoon together, anyway." I laughed. "I have to change over at Nikki's, unless you have girl clothes here." I added. His eyes shot open. "As a matter of fact, I do." He grinned, sitting up. "And they have to be pink or peach or white." I told him. He smirked. I sat up as he walked over to some bags in the corner of the room and opened a large, blue one. Inside was an assorrment of rainbow clothes with One Direction printed all over them. I walked up to him and laughed. "But these are all shirt and caps." I said. He thought for a moment and opened another luggage bag, a purple one. There were different kinds of girl clothing in it. Pink, peach, blue, purple, everything! "Are you gay?" I teased as I dug into the bag, exploring all the clothes inside. He smirked and took his shirt off, showing me his muscular abs. "Do I look gay to you?" He laughed. "No, but you never know..." I giggled. "And even if you are, I like your taste in clothes, men's or women's. Who are all these for?" I asked, pulling at a pair of pink jeans. "The clothes with our names and pictures on them are for the fans. Once in a while we toss some in the concerts. The ones in the purple bag are for my sister." He explained. "Oh, that's sweet." I said, and he smiled at me. "But that means I would be using your sister's clothes. Zayn, I can't." I realized, putting the pink jeans back inside the bag neatly. "No, Skylar, listen. It's okay. I've bought her plenty of clothes." He said as I started to close the bag. He walked over and put his hand on mine to stop me. "But- they're hers." I said. "It's alright. I'm sure she won't mind. And they aren't hers yet, they're still mine to give to whom I please."  He grinned. I sighed. "Alright, I'll just text Sarah and tell her I'll get ready here instead." I said, and I picked up my phone to text her.