Gotta Be You

Callie is a normal fifteen year old, who like many dream of meeting British/Irish boyband sensation One Direction. But when her clueless father and evil step-mother force her to come on a 'bonding' holiday in the sunny island of Fiji, Callie gets caught up in a whirlwind of excitement when she learns that the 5 members of 1D are staying in her resort. As she experiences romance, friendship, betrayal and facing the past, Callie learns that sometimes it doesn't just take One Thing to have the best summer ever, but maybe five...


16. Moments

"Ellie" I was breathless, leaning up against the door for support. She smiled, I didn't return it. Her face fell.
"Are you okay..?"
"How about you tell me why you're really here?" I challenged, regaining my composure. Ha, that's funny. Like I had any to begin with...
"Come in" she said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. I followed her into the open apartment, where she offered me a seat. But there wasn't any comfortable lounging around this time. This time, I meant business.
"Go on" I said, not bothering to be polite. I had enough of the lies.
"Callie, I'm so sorry. You were never meant to be involved."
"Involved?" I spat. "Thanks to you my first date was ruined, and my friends' holiday was destroyed"
She looked down at her lap in silence. I was still seething.
"So, that was the plan from the start. You overheard me and Harry talking and starting hatching this scheme to make a scene at the restaurant, all so you could get to Louis"
She shook her head desperately.
"No, no, no. I really did like you Callie, it wasn't until half way through dressing you that the idea came to me. All I could think about was seeing his face. Everything else kind of blurred into the background"
I rolled my eyes.
"So, my feelings, all the boys privacy and Erica's job just became irrelevant?"
"I didn't want you to get caught in this. That's why I made your hair so big, to disguise you. And after I tipped off the paparazzi I came straight back to get you away"
I was about to protest but she continued on.
"And of course I care about the boys. I love them all. But I did this for them. I knew Louis wasn't happy either. And do not mention that devil woman's name!"
"Erica?" I asked.
Ellie's eyes narrowed at me.
"That woman kept me from Louis. Since Sydney, she got him a new phone without my number, made all sorts of bizarre allegations against me. Louis was so angry and upset after what happened, as expected, but I didn't get time to explain."
"After what happened?"
She looked up at me and I could see her eyes were watery.
"After the concert in Sydney, I was backstage and I had just found out that One Direction were going on another world tour. Louis hadn't told me anything about it, like he didn't even care about our relationship..." I could see she was crying now. She wiped away a tear on her cheek, then her hand trailed down her chest to her stomach. Her hand just lay there, almost as if she was protective of it.
"Oh my god"
She was spurting tears now, but she was shaking her head.
"No, no, it was just a scare. A false alarm. But I was so frightened of doing it on my own, being a single mother, with Louis gone for another year. I was so upset and distraught and Zayn saw me crying and came in..."
I tried to block out what she was about to say. Deep down, I knew it. The way he looked at Louis with guilt, the way he freaked out when he saw the searches on both him and Louis.
"And we kissed. It was so innocent, so quick. To be honest, I was so muddled I thought it was Louis in front of me, not Zayn. But Louis came in, and that was the last I saw of him"
She took a deep breath after her explanation and blew her nose on a jasmine scented tissue. Wow. And I thought living in a nice house in London was my biggest problem. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. He lied to me, he pretended to like me. But he didn't. He liked Louis' ex-girlfriend. How messed up was that? I didn't realise how much I liked him until this. His deep brown eyes, his mysterious smoulder that melted my heart in a millisecond. The way he didn't say much, but what he did say was all that needed to be said. I fell fast and hard for the bad-boy of One Direction, and now it had come back and hit me in the face.
"What am I going to do?" Ellie whispered, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
"Do what you should have done at the start. Go straight to Louis and don't leave until you talk to him. I'm sick of the lies and schemes and betrayal you all are accustomed to. Stop crying and get your ass up to that penthouse"
She blinked in surprise.
"But what about Erica...?"
"Fumble-Bum Erica" I said, but to my shame I was actually angered enough to say something else. I got up and made my way to the door."Live While You're Young, Ellie. Just get on with it"
I stopped, but didn't turn my head.
"It's Eleanor, actually. I had to use a different name in case Erica found out I was here"
"Of course you did"

* * *
I sat on the beach and stared out at the tumbling blue waves ahead of me. I grabbed some golden grains of sand beside me and let them fall through my fingers. I kind of felt like my life was falling through my fingers. Like its just so hard to catch hold of, keep things as they are. Not let them change.
I suddenly had an urge to dive into the sea, immerse myself in the cooling waters. I tore off my shirt, got out of my shorts, and ran like a maniac down the beach to the sea.
The water felt nice at my feet as I made my way into the water. I could feel the water rising to my waist, and I giggled at how soothing it was. Ah. This was the life. I swirled around a bit, soaking up the sun above me. Wouldn't it be lovely if I could stay like this forever? Bathing in the sea, just the sea, the sun and the sand for company. Just as I was starting to believe my wild dream, a call interrupters my thoughts.
"Callie!" Someone was waving at me from back up the beach. I could just make out a tousle of blonde hair. I laughed, giddy with my recent sea therapy. I sprinted back to my clothes, stuffed them behind a rock and went to join Niall, hoping I'd dry off in the sun. That wasn't possible though, as Niall revealed where he was going.
"I'm heading cliff-diving, wanna come?"
I laughed.
"Ya, right. Are you on a suicide mission or something?"
"That's what the boys all said" he said, a mischievous grin on his face. "But I was hoping you might defy stereotypes"
"Stereotypes?" I asked curiously.
"Well, it's a well known fact around the resort that only males can make the jump. Even an eight year old boy did it, but not a well-trained female fitness instructor"
"That's ridiculous"
He shrugged.
"That's what I've heard. Now, I better go. Must go prove my manhood!"
He grinned, and turned around to go.

* * *
"Are you alright?" Eric, the very muscly activities coordinator, asked me.
"Níl! Is fuath liom Niall Horan!"
He took that as an exclamation of joy because he clipped me up and started yelling instructions at me. How the hell did I get myself into this??! I realised too late that Mr. Niall Horan had tricked me into thinking I was making some sort of feminist act by jumping a hundred feet to my death. I always spoke in Irish when I got nervous, it calmed my nerves. That was fine, until I started hearing in Irish too.
"An bhfuil tú réidh?" The instructor asked me. My mind hadn't processed this weird quirk in my mind and was rapidly trying to figure out why he was talking to me in Irish.
"Gabh mo leathscéil?"
He looked utterly bewildered.
"What is she saying?" He asked Niall (although in my head it was: cad a dúirt sí?) who was uselessly trying to contain his laughter.
"Dunno. Can we do a twosome?"
The instructor eagerly strapped Niall on to my harness, obviously relieved not to have to deal with the crazy girl with her own language. Niall grinned at me and I shot him daggers with my eyes. We were facing each other, about to be thrown of the side of a cliff. Although the harness was clipped onto a another yoke and attached to a different thingy-majiggy, I still didn't feel quite safe. I tried not to look down.
"Just look at me" Niall said, pointing his fingers towards his eyes. I was getting dizzy with that anticipation of this all. If Dad knew what I was doing right now...
"Hold on to me" he said. I made a face at him. The instructor told us to line up at the edge. The fright was overwhelming, so I quickly wrapped my arms around Niall's waist.
"Put your faith in something unknown" Niall said, grinning. How can he always be smiling? Even when we're going to die, he's still wearing that goofy smile.
"I'm living on such sweet nothing" I sang back, his laugh echoing in my ears.
"You ready? On my count, you'll jump" Eric said.
I stared into Niall's eyes, telling him I trusted him. He didn't grin back though. Instead, he kissed my forehead, reassuring me I wasn't going anywhere without him. Even if that was heaven.
Wait...did Niall Horan just kiss me?
"Two... "
How many is that now? Harry, Zayn, Niall... Oh no. I am officially a player!
And all thoughts flew out of my head. They just wiped away at the speed of the drop. Still holding each other, we flew over the edge, down, down, down. The rush was exhilarating, stimulating my body from my head to my toes. I was screaming, although I hadn't really notice until I heard Niall's yells too. It was so hard to describe. It was like flying, reaching heights you never thought you could reach. I opened my tightly shut eyes and saw a whoosh of blue. We bounced up again and again and then came to a half about a metre over the water. We did as Eric instructed and unclipped our harnesses, falling into the sea. We swam to the shore and fell onto the sand with exhaustion. We both started laughing at the madness of what we just did.
"You're mental, Niall"
He grinned.
"You know you love it"
And the truth was I did. We looked at each other lying on the sand, and both realised the same thing in a second.
"Are you...hungry?"
Thank god someone understood how I felt. And in that moment I knew, I had gained a best friend.

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