"Ah, sorry." Niall apologizes to a young girl after he had just bumped into her, causing her to stumble backwards. I let out a laugh at how clumsy Niall is, and the girl sends me a glare, probably because she thought I was laughing at her.
"It's fine," She blushes, smiling up at Niall with big blue eyes, the colour of the ocean. I say 'young girl' but she isn't that young, she can't be any younger than us. She has blonde hair travelling down to her lower back, and her smile is friendly.
"Uh, okay." Niall replies awkwardly, which he does best. The two of them share an awkward glance before she makes her way in the opposite direction down the sidewalk.
"Niall!" I exclaim, whacking his arm but he doesn't flinch.
"What?" He asks casually, turning his head to face me and I roll my eyes at how clueless he can be.
"The girl," I say with a smirk, raising one eyebrow. Ahead of us is Harry, Liam and Emma. Harry's trailing behind the two of them like a third wheel and I feel bad. Why didn't he walk with us? Maybe we're too slow.
"What about her?"
"She was cute," I comment, trying to see if Niall thought the same thing. Instead he carries on walking, his facial expressions staying the same. "Wasn't she?"
"I guess?" He replies as a question.
"Niall!" I roll my eyes at him. I thought that Niall would be interested in finding a girlfriend, maybe I thought wrong.
"Hazel!" He speaks in the same tone as me. "Oh look, we're here," He cuts me off from saying anything else about the girl. We catch up to the other three who are waiting by the entrance patiently. Harry catches my eye and sends me a dimpled grin.
"Finally, lets go." Liam exclaims, taking a hold of Emma's hand before dragging her away. She sends me an apologetic smile before disappearing. Niall chases after them to catch up, leaving me and Harry alone. I think the only reason Liam left is because he doesn't want me to annoy him.
"Have you ever been here?" Harry asks, making conversation as we walk past the gates. I notice a sign that reads 'Brighton beach', I've heard of it but I have never been here.
"Nope," I reply simply, not knowing what else to say. I hear Harry gasp and I glance up at him, raising one eyebrow as if to ask 'what's wrong?'
"How?!" He exclaims, "Did you never come here as a child?"
"Um, no." I say. "Was I supposed to...?"
"I'm disappointed in you." Harry says even though there is a smile placed on his lips. The slight breeze is pulling his hair up, he has to keep using one hand to put it back into place.
"So, where is the beach?" I ask after a moments silence. It seems like we have been walking for ages and there still isn't a beach in sight.
"What?"
"The beach..." I speak slowly, hoping that Harry understands me this time. "Where is it?"
"This is the beach!" He exclaims loudly before shaking his head, as if he cannot believe what I have said.
"But, where's the sand?" I ask before realizing that I probably sound like an idiot. My eyes travel towards the sea, the waves crashing against each other. Instead of sand, this beach has pebbles and stones. I have no idea why it is called a beach if there's no sand anywhere. I guess the only good thing is that pebbles don't get caught in your shoes.
"There's stones instead." Harry states. Grabbing onto my hand, I give him a confused look before he pulls me down a small slope which leads to the pebbles. I almost trip, bumping into Harry's chest as I do so. He steadies me by placing two hands on my shoulders.
