"Come on, {y/n}! Come with us! We haven't hung out in forever; this will be perfect." You're best friend since childhood is begging you to come on a camping trip with four other men.
"No!" You've been refusing for the past half hour.
"Why? It's secluded, so the paps won't bother us!" He's told you this multiple times.
"For the hundredth time, no! We can hang out some other time, Niall!" He's getting on your nerves. Big time.
"Why don't you just come with us?!" His voice is rising with every sentence.
"Why do you want me there so badly, Niall?!" Yours is too.
"Because you're my best friend, {y/n}! We haven't seen each other in days, nor have we talked. The Take Me Home tour is starting in just under a month." You know he's making valid arguments, and that you're just being a pain. The truth is, you and your, now ex-boyfriend, just had a pretty rough breakup and you don't feel like doing much right now. But then again, the trip might be good for you. You inhale deeply; exhale slowly.
"Fine." You state simply, forcing a smile as Niall's big eyes shine in reply.
***
In the last 15 minutes you've showered and began packing a bag for the four days that you'll be gone. While you've been doing this, Niall has been saying how happy he is that you're going, how much you'll love the other guys and how much fun this is going to be.
"So when do we leave then?" You ask Niall, who's currently splayed out across your queen size bed.
"Whenever you're done packing. We'll drive to Louis' and then we'll head off." You nod your head in response, your {h/c} curls bouncing.
"Sounds good." There's a few minutes of silence as you pick a few clothing items to pack. You have a feeling Niall's looking at you and your cheeks heat up. "So, what are these guys like?" You ask him as you turn to face him. You were right, he was looking at you. When your eyes meet his, he looks away quickly and his cheeks go pink. You giggle slightly.
"Um, well, Louis' real funny. Like, he's a total goof." Niall states, still not looking back at you. You make a "mmk" reply whilst folding a pair of shorts. With this, he continues. "Harry's really random. He's a ladies man." As he says this, he looks up at you, but doesn't let you say anything before he's talking again. "A lot of people call him a 'man-whore', but he's not. He's really loyal and actually pretty sensitive. Liam's really responsible. We call him 'Daddy Direction'. Everyone thinks he's super innocent, but in reality he actually has the dirtiest mind." You let out a giggle at this and Niall chucks a small, decorative pillow at you; which hits your arm and plops to the floor. "Zayn is pretty relaxed most of the time. He smokes though, so if you don't want him to do that in the van, just tell him and he'll respect that." You hold back a grimace and smile instead.
After a second of silence, you realize he talked about all four guys. Without looking up from my bag I say, "Well, they all sound pretty cool, Niall." You tell him gently. You give him a sweet smile and the expectant look on his face morphs into a large smile.
"Oh, {y/n} this is going to be so much fun!" You laugh at his sudden excitement.
You grab your toiletries, shove them in your bag, zip it and after a few more minutes you're both walking out the back door towards his car.
It's a quick drive, only about 20 or so minutes. On the way he plays Michael Buble in the background and explains why Paul isn't coming on the trip. Basically it's because we're going to be in a secluded area.
When we get to Louis' you get trapped in a group hug with exclamations like, "we've heard so much about you", "it's nice to finally meet you", and "she's prettier in person", going around. Usually you would've said something witty, but when the guys let go and stared at you with smiles on their faces, you just looked at them blankly, confused as hell. After a moment of crazy smiles and confused stares, you all explode into laughter.
From that point on, everything was relaxed. You pushed the thought of Jeremy, your ex, away.
It was a six hour drive, so you didn't arrive at the beach until about one AM. Even though you were all pretty tired, you figured a fire and a swim would wake you up.
Once you started the fire you sang songs that popped into your heads. Niall was playing his guitar. Every now and then he would look over at you and smile through the lyrics; you would smile, blush and look down.
After six songs, Harry suggested that you all go for a dip. As you go to get up and follow the others, Niall says something that takes a moment to register.
"We should've invited Jeremy. It didn't occur to me until now." With those two sentences, you freeze mid-stance. You probably look like a deer caught in the headlights, but all you can focus on is not crying. You feel your eyes well up and look up into Niall's eyes instead of down, like you'd meant to do. He noticed immediately and adapted a worried look onto his face.
"We'l meet up with you guys in a few." Niall tells the guys, who are taking their shirts off and walking away. He doesn't wait for a response, just quickly strides over to you and sits down. "What happened, love?" Niall asks gently as he brings me into a tight hug. You begin to sob, but tell him everything start to finish. When you finish, there's a couple minutes of silence.
Slowly, Niall's hand comes in contact with your face, forcing you to look up at him with puffy eyes. He tucks a curl behind your ear, then his fingers are trailing down the sides of your face. He tilts your chin up with two fingers.
"You deserve so much better than that." His voice is almost a whisper. His blue eyes bore into yours.
"Like you?" Your voice is barely a whisper.
Niall gives you a sad smile as a single tear falls from your face onto his knee. He leans in and places a gentle, loving kiss on your nose and presses his forehead to yours.
