Best Summer Ever

So. Mum's away. Dad's with her. And I get sent to some stupid resort with my Grandad? Wow. When I think it can't get any weirder, it does...



3. Meeting


At dinner, I wriggle into a denim mini skirt and a grey tank top. Along with my flip flops and shades, I don't look too bad.

I head down into the dining room, where Grandad awaits my arrival.

"Mila! How's your room?" Grandads says warmly.

"It's fine, I guess." I say.

Grandad lowers his voice. "I know this isn't the best hotel, but with late booking and stuff, it's the best I could get. Believe me, there was worse."

"I'm sure there were." I dip a chunky piece of bread into a bowl of soup. It doesn't look very appetizing, but it doesn't taste that bad.

Behind me, I hear scraping of chairs and laughing. Probably a group of boys on a 'guys holiday'. I trie to concentrate on my delicious soup when I hear one of them wolf whistle. I guess it's aimed at me. I turn around and stop dead.

They can't be... Are they who I think they are?



The girl that Zayn just whistled at turns around and I am taken by genuine suprise. Soft, auburn hair tumbles down her back and her grey eyes cast a spell on me. My jaw drops in shock.

"Hey, you're..." She begins. I don't think she intends on finishing.

"Hey." I say.

I think Liam and Zayn are shocked too. They seem to be gawping at her.

"I'm Harry."

"I know."

I can't believe how beautiful she is.

"Grandad, I'm not very hungry..." She mutters distractedly.

She scrapes back her chair and walks out of the dining room.

"Woah." Zayn gasps.

"Who WAS she?" Says Liam.

I don't know yet, but I definitely want to find out.

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