(Z.m) Hiatus DRV.

Chapter 8- Part 1

(Danielle P.O.V)

As soon as we settled into our room, Hayley decided we hit the beach. Our room was a suite with two separate bedrooms and bathrooms, so she and Harry could have their privacy.

Hayley gave Harry some room to change, while she searched through my bags for my bathing suits. She makes a repulsive sound, holding up my one pieces. "What kind of vacation did you think I was planning? We aren't going to the kiddy pool." She says. I pout, crossing my arms. "What's wrong with those?" I ask.

She tsks, tossing the bathing wear away. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'd get you a boyfriend, Danielle. Pick on of these." She says, pulling out two spares of her own. One looked like it was only being held together with string, while the other would be letting a lot of extra cleavage hang out. I sigh, looking back up at her.

"I'm not wearing either of those." I say. She pulls out a cropped swim top, dangling it in my face. I snatch it from her, picking up the second option. She smiles in approval. "Yay! Now hurry up!" She says giddily, turning to start putting hers on.

I turn away from her, putting on the three pieces of win wear, looking at myself in a mirror. Eh. I guess I look pretty good. Not too revealing either. I turn back to Hayley, seeing her in a decent suit. I give her a skeptical look.

"What?" She says. I motion to her appearance. "Harry doesn't want any other guys looking at all this-" she poses, "-when this belongs to him." I nod, grabbing my towel. "Ready?" I ask. She holds up a finger, sifting through her shorts. She pulls out her camera, nearly toppling over me as she snaps a picture of us in the mirror.

"Now I am." And with that, she walks out of the door. I shake my head, following after her. She's way too excited. Especially since she's going to be documenting every single event while we're here.

After about fifteen minutes, I find myself running after Hayley towards the crystal blue water. I jump in after her, the cool water feeling great on my skin. I look at Hayley, a wide smile on my face as I tried the water.

"See, isn't this wonderful? Sun. Beach. Waves. Harry- oh shoot!" Her eyes travel upward, and suddenly a large wave pushes me into her. I come back up for air, watching her expression harden.

"Harry Edward Styles! How dare you!" She screams, splashing water on his face. He just smiles, splashing her back. She gasps dramatically, looking my way. "Are you just going to stand there, or help me defeat this- this fiend!?" She asks. I smirk, backing away, giving the okay to Harry.

"Nope. I'm staying out of this one. Whenever you're ready, Styles." I say.

She shrieks, trying to dodge an attack as I sit back at watch the show- all of their fun making me realize how lonely I really am. I haven't had a boyfriend in about four years, and I miss that feeling. That feeling of having another half.

Geez, Ayley has been reading me too many magazines. I'm starting to sound like her.

(5 hours later)

After a day filled with water fights, sandcastles, and ice-cream, I was pooped. But of course, Hayley still had something planned, as always. Tonight, we were going out, I guess. She hasn't said where.

"Alright Harry! Are you ready?!" She calls, getting inpatient. He exits his side of the room, looking refreshed and tidy with his usual black skinny jeans, but topped with a T-shirt. His hair way styled upward tonight, instead of his usual bundle of curls.

Again, they make me feel so insecure.

They're making me feel as of I'm not trying at all. Which, I am. Just not very efficiently. Not as much as I could.

Hayley links her arm with mine, snapping yet another of her doxpzens of pictures from the trip. "Will you now tell me where we're going?" I ask. She just smiles knowingly, shaking her head as we exit the room.

"I told you Danny, it's a surprise." She says. Half the time, her surprises aren't beneficial to me at all- she just gets a laugh out of them. The other half, something bad happens. Like that night at the club.

"You're too mysterious sometimes, I swear." I comment, making her snicker. "You love me."

"Sure I do.

(1 hour later)