Saving Summer (Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan) ON HOLD / REWRITING

4 : Bonfire.

Hailee O'Brien.

"Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?" Niall asked as a grin spread across his face. After Jade and Harry's inconspicuous disappearance, Louis and Sofia had ventured into the kitchen to see how Liam and Zayn were coming along with the food. I hadn't paid much attention to their absence as Niall and I immediately engaged back into a conversation that came so naturally. At his request, I'd filled him on the things I considered my hobbies and on things that I liked to do, yet didn't get to do enough. "You've got a mouth that would make a sailor proud, you're not afraid to eat, and you can play the guitar and the ukulele? That's pure perfection in my eyes," He said.

"Nothing about me is perfect," I said as I gazed into the crystal blue eyes that were beginning to know me almost as well as I knew myself. Unlike any other guy I'd encountered, Niall was almost able to read me perfectly. It was as if I'd finally found the telepathic twin I'd been seperated at birth with after years of searching. I also knew that if I didn't manage to keep the boy talking, something would happen.. and I wasn't sure if I could deal with it happening. As amazing as the Irish lad was, I knew the consequences that came to being involved with celebrities.. especially a celebrity as adored as he was. It meant that I would lose access to the quiet life I'd always known and that I would come into a great deal of hate. As fragile as I was from the incident that had taken place only three years ago, I wasn't sure if I were prepared to deal with those consequences so soon. I quickly broke our gaze and looked down to where our legs were so closely touching one another. The thoughts that had been circling my mind were unreasonably absurd and irrational. I'd only met the boy and who was to say that I could ever mean as much to him as he meant to me? God, possibly.. but it had been so long since I'd actually had a conversation with the man above that I wasn't sure if I was exactly in his favor much less likable enough to ask about his plans for the future.

 "I'll make you see it one day," Niall murmured in full confidence. 

"You sound so sure of yourself; like you'll actually see the statement through," I said as a smirk spread across my own face. "Whose to say that I'm not stubborn?"

"Whose to say I'm not either?" Flames danced in his eyes at the thought of a challenge, but I knew they would soon be distinguished. After all, he wasn't the only person in the conversation with veins that consisted of Irish blood. "Don't think--"

Niall's sentence was lost as Sofia, Jade, and Liam burst into the living room. Liam, who had also abandoned his concert attire at our earlier stop, had changed once more into a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a sleek navy hoodie. His chestnut brown hair, which had abandoned the quiff phase at the beginning of summer, was flaked with pieces of... sand? Sofia, who was trying her hardest to keep from doubling over with laughter, also had sand flaked throughout her own hair. 

"What's up?" Niall asked as he raised an eyebrow at Sofia's odd behavior.

"Never mind her," Jade said as she waved him off. She latched on to the scarf around Sofia's neck and drug her across the room to where Niall and I sat. Smiling politely in Niall's direction, she mumbled a quick apology behind latching on to my own hand and hauling ass to the staircase.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

"We're having a bonfire," Jade said as she led us into her room. She immediately let go of me, but seeing Sofia's deteriorated state, she helped the girl to the desk where Sofia immediately collapsed. "Jesus, it's a good thing Louis' your favorite," She mumbled.

"Do I want to know?" I asked as I ducked into the hallway and snatched my duffel bag from where I'd left it inside of my doorway. Unlike Sofia and Jade, I hadn't taken the time to unpack.