That Magical Summer

Chapter 7

Placing your mucky shirt down on a chair to dry, you breathed in the fresh air. A boyband? Really? How did you not see it coming? The lively grin, the model figure, the signature quiff.

“This is nice,” you heard from behind you. Now you understand his accent and could actually appreciate it, it was Irish. It was nothing you’ve ever heard before. It was like a thick British accent but even heavier. It actually fascinated you, but you would never tell him that.

“Yeah. It’s a really nice place to just come and relax huh?” you said letting your shirt stay there, even if the sun wasn’t out you didn’t have anywhere else to put it. He sat down on one of the white chairs, facing the ocean. You sat in silence as you watched the twinkling stars, shadowed in the vast ocean beneath them.

“Tell me something about yourself,” he said lowly.

“Why?” you asked just thinking about how odd it is that you’ve only known each other for barely two days.

“Well you already know a hell a lot about me,” he retorted.

“No I don’t. All I know is that you’re name is Niall Horan, and you’re in an Irish-Britsh boyband called One Direction,” you told him honestly.

“Yeah well just try googling my name. I bet there will be millions of hits,” he chuckled.

“Conceited much?” you mumbled. He rolled his eyes.

“So that thing about yourself?” he said breaking the silence.

“Oh right um. I’m a senior in high school,” you started off dully, “And I um. Have a pretty boring life.”

“Come on. Tell me something more interesting than that,” he whined.

‘There’s really nothing interesting about me to tell…” you said staring at the blackening ocean ahead of you.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked abruptly.

“I guess so,” you said putting your legs up on the chair and bringing them closer to your chest. The wind was starting to strengthen, and it was getting chilly.

“I saw you,” he said.

“What?” you asked confused.

“I saw you,” he said again, “this morning. Alone. You were running. And it looked like you were crying.”

“You must’ve seen me wrong,” you said hugging your knees even closer to you.

“Y/N. We’re the only two people on this beach. It had to have been you,” he said softer. You stayed quiet, closing your eyes and remembering the reason you had been crying. “Are you okay?” he asked making eye contact with you. You shivered in the cold breeze.

“Yeah. I’m just a little cold that’s all,” you lied uncomfortably.

“Let’s go inside then,” he said getting up and holding his hand out to you. You gave him a confused look. Why was he suddenly so nice? He had been so bitter to you earlier. But you took his hand, and he helped you out of the chair. When you got inside you looked at the clock. 11:34. You then wondered if he was gonna stay the night.

“Want some hot chocolate?” you asked doing your best to make him feel welcome.

“Yeah sure. That sounds really good,” he replied smiling a warm smile. You half smiled back before returning to the kitchen to make the two mugs. You made a self-note to get marshmallows the next time you go to the market. You walked back into the living room to find him lying on one of the sofas. You sat down across from again as you handed him the other mug. You heard him murmur a small thanks. Five minutes had passed by with the two of you just sipping on your hot chocolate, silently. He looked as if he was really enjoying your company, but honestly you just wanted him to go back to his house so that you could crash. You were tired, and just needed some rest. After you two had finished your drinks in silence, you took them to the kitchen leaving them in the kitchen deciding that you would wash them tomorrow morning. You went back to the couch and lay down resting you head against the plush arm rest. His hands were crossed over his chest, as he stared up at the ceiling. You had to make sure he was breathing, he was so still.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” he asked randomly.

“Uh sure,” you replied. Sounded easy enough.

“Favorite animal?”

“Giraffe,” you said instantaneously.

“Me too,” he replied coincidentally.

“Favorite movie?”

“Titanic,” he responded after a minute of debating.

“Favorite ice cream?”

“Mint chocolate chip.”

“Middle name?”

“James.”

“Boyfriends?”

“What?” you asked shooting your head back.

“How many boyfriend’s have you had?” he clarified.

“Don’t laugh,” you warned, “one.” You sniffled a little at the thought of him. “What about you?”

“Don’t laugh,” he warned, “one.”

“Not,” you said not believing him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I bet you’ve had so many girlfriends you can’t even count,” you smirked.

“I have not!” he defended, “Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re in a boyband. I mean you have girls drooling over you all the time,” you said as your eyelids slowly started to droop.

“See what I mean,” he gruffed.

“What?”

“I knew you’d judge me,” he said sitting up.

“Sorry,” you barely spoke under your breath. You were a little embarrassed actually. You told him you weren’t gonna judge him. And there you go.

“I’m used to it,” he said lying back down.

“Dream vacation?” he asked changing the subject quickly.

“Italy,” he said right away.

“Favorite food?”

“Everything.”

“Weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?”

“Definitely snails,” you giggled.

“Weirdo,” you heard him mumble.

“Siblings?” you asked yawning.

“One brother.”

“What do you look for in a guy?” you had to think about this one. You were a little surprised at the upfront question.

“Um I guess someone who can wow me, someone who always keeps me entertained and laughing, someone who makes me feel secure, and someone who would never-never cheat on me,” you choked out a whisper at the last part as your eyes started to close. You didn’t see his expression, but it was silent at first.

“Isn’t it weird that we’ve only known each other for two days, but we already know so much about each other. It feels like I’ve known you longer,” he said softly.

“A little too long,” you mumbled as your eyes closed, and you dozed off to sleep.