Hide And Seek (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Thirty Nine w/ note :

Megan's P.O.V

It has been a few minutes since Liam came knocking on the hotel room's door, asking if Zayn and I could stay at the hotel to make Niall feel less 'lonely', and me rejecting him. I was currently in the bathroom changing into my bathing suit, which I usually never used. And I mean never. Zayn and I were going to the beach, and luckily, it was the end of September so there wouldn't be as many people at the beach, meaning no screaming, crazed directioners.

Zayn had changed into his swimming trunks while I was at the door talking to Liam, so he was already to go when I walked out of the bathroom with my wavy black hair tied up in a messy bun.

"Looking good," Zayn winked when he saw me. I rolled my eyes as I slipped my Aeropostale sweatshirt on.

"Oh, hush," I rolled my eyes as we walked out the door, "I hate how I look in this bathing suit. I never use it, and I am all pale."

"Can you stop complaining?" Zayn asked as he put his hand in mine, "This is a vacation. There are no complaints whilst on a vacation."

"I was just stating a fact," I sighed as he pressed the button on the elevator, "I look ugly wearing beach wear."

"What did I say about complaining?"

"And what did I say when I was saying was only being honest?"

"Oh please, Meg," Zayn chuckled as we walked into the elevator, "You look beautiful."

My cheeks went a little red, but I shrugged it off, "I'm very insecure, you should know that by know."

"It must run in your famly because Lars is the exact same way," Zayn smirked as the elevator doors opened to the lobby.

"You talked to Laura?" I asked as we walked outside to the rental car. We both got in and Zayn started the engine, "I thought I said no talking to her. Don't you listen?"

"I was giving advice," Zayn rolled his brown eyes as we drove, "She was trying to get a guy to ask her to the dance, Meg. Lars was asking what dress she should wear, and if she looked beautiful or not."

"You're helping her get boys? She is too young," I stated looking out the window, "She is fourteen and a half."

"When did you have your first crush?"

"Nine."

"When did you have your first boyfriend?"

"Thirteen."

"When did you have your first kiss?"

"Fifteen."

"So Lars isn't young after all."

"That was me, Zayn," I glared at him, as he laughed, "Laura is my baby sister. I don't even know if my parents talked to her about 'it' yet. I don't even know if she knows right from wrong."

"Meg, stop worrying," Zayn said, "This is a vacation, and whilst on a vacation there is no worr-"

"I know," I rolled my eyes.

Thirty more minutes had passed and we parked the car by the beach, "I didn't even know the beach was this far away."

"It's forty minutes away from Miami," Zayn replied as we got the umbrella out of the trunk, "It only took us about thirty five because there was barely any traffic."

Zayn set up the umbrella, while I laid the towels out. For the first fifteen minutes, we both 'argued' about my sister, Niall and Kyla's relationship, and whether or not to go in the water. Even though this is about the beginning of October, it was freakin' hot in Florida. The sun was beating down on us, and that is really saying something because we had an umbrella over our heads.