Stole My Heart (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The boys and I had lunch at a Subway in downtown San Diego. Not surprisingly, all six of us got foot-longs, as well as a bag of chips and a drink.

Leaving there, completely full, we headed back for the Range Rover, trying to decide what to do for the rest of the day. As I had on the way down, I sat on Niall's lap, considering there were only five seats.

The boys tried their hardest to think of the various things San Diego had to offer, but, clearly, weren't here enough and drew a blank.

Unsure, I casually offered the idea of, simply, going to the beach. The boys exclaimed that that was a great idea, and proceeded to rummage around under the back seat, pulling out five pairs of swim trunks. They told me that I could go up to my room and change while they did the same in one of the hotel's bathrooms, meeting me back at the Range Rover when I was finished.

A half hour later, I was standing in front of the mirror, back in my hotel room. My parents were sitting on their bed, Claire on her own, watching some movie, discussing plans to go to the pool soon.

I gave myself a satisfied, final once over. My hair I had braided back starting at the edge of my scalp, back until it formed into a bun. I nodded in approval, considering a future career as a hair dresser. The bikini I had chosen was a simple, string, pink and white striped one, that I loved. I covered it up with black shorts and a light pink, t-shirt that said "keep calm and eat ice cream." Last, I had poked a pair of pink, ball studs through my ears and applied waterproof mascara and eyeliner after taking off the makeup from before.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found my beach bag that I'd brought to the pool yesterday and piled in the magazine's I'd bought in the airport, but had yet to read as well as my book, Born At Midnight by C.C. Hunter, and a solid brown beach towel I had, somehow, remembered to pack. I slid my favorite pair of black sunglasses on top of my head, and started to spread sunscreen all over my skin, aware that my family was watching me.

When I was done, I looked up and met their gaze with a smile. "We're going to the beach for the day." I informed them, Claire returning my smile. I knew that she secretly wanted to go, but, somehow, I think she understood that it was kind of a thing for the "older kids."

Throwing my headphones as well as my phone with my room key tucked in the back of it's case into the bag, I decided I had everything I needed.

I slid on my pair of black flip flops, said bye to my parents, and skipped out the door.

Climbing into the elevator, I was practically dancing with excitement, just imagining what a day on the beach would be like with One Direction. I knew that I wanted to tan for a bit as well, and hoped the boys would let me do that.

When the elevator doors dinged open, I made my way through the lobby, bag slung casually over my right shoulder.

Pushing open one of the Hyatt's double doors, I slid my sunglasses down, over my eyes, and made my way over to wear all five boys were leaning non-chaulantly on the Range Rover sporting swim trunks and t-shirts. Despite how simple their outfits were, they all looked good. Niall especially. His hair was slightly ruffled, and he wore a simple, black t-shirt over solid navy-blue shorts.

When the boys saw me coming, their faces lit up. Harry put on an over-exaggerated smile and waved to me as if he hadn't seen me in years. I giggled.

When I had reached them, Niall, as usual, took my hand.

"We ready," Liam asked, pleasently.

We all nodded, and everyone piled into the car, Louis and Harry arguing over who would drive. When Louis won, and we were all seated, myself on Niall's lap, we headed off to the beach.