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...


8. One Thing

"Tá brón orm"
The boys looked up at me with surprise. I was holding out a vanilla ice cream in my hands in an apologetic gesture.
"Cén fáth?" Niall asked, obviously the only one able to understand Gaeilge.
"In English please" Liam said.
"I'm sorry" I repeated.
"We're used to it" Harry said, smiling at me from he sun bed he was lounged on. Used to girls abruptly running away from him like he had nits? Isn't it usually the complete opposite?
"Really?" I said, relieved. "Cause I thought you normally get the other side. You know, girls going crazy for you..."
Harry looked puzzled.
"Oh, I thought you were apologizing for using Irish..."
Now I was confused. What?
"We're used to it because Niall says bits of it here and there"
"I need to brush up" Niall admitted, patting the sun lounger beside him. Zayn was on the other side. Phew. Stay calm. Yes, he's good looking. God-like. An angel on Earth. Uh! Snap out of it Callie, don't be so shallow! He hasn't shown any friendliness towards you, why would you fall for him then? Unlike Harry, who has been nothing but kind and friendly.
To prove this fact to myself, I grinned at Harry. He smiled back, a little surprised at my sudden warmth. Wow, I felt bad.
"So, what were you apologizing for?" Liam asked, looking up from a magazine he was reading.
"Just for running off yesterday"
He nodded but glanced quickly at Harry. Not quick enough for me to miss the flicker of caution cross his face.
"So, Callie" Niall said, tucking into the ice-cream that dribbled down his face. I laughed, and snapped a pic on my nikon of him.
"Is it nice, Niall?" Harry said, getting up from the sun bed.
"Yum" I think he replied. It was hard to tell, his mouth was filled with dairy goodness.
"Anyone want one?" Harry asked, motioning to the ice-cream shack by the pool.
All of the boys wanted one, including a second for Niall, so I offered to help Harry bring them back to the sun loungers.
The pretty waitress the boys had bantered over before was manning the ice-cream stall. She smiled (a flirtatious pucker of the lips I never quite mastered) at Harry, but his eyes were locked on mine. Wow, so this was how it felt to be the focus of a cute boys attention.
"One vanilla, two strawberry, one chocolate and a honeycomb..."
He looked expectantly at me. Decision time.
"Pistachio, please" I said to the girl. She smiled, obviously thankful for someone being polite. It's not that the people here are rude, it's just me and her are on the same level here. We're both the average teens at this resort, not mega-known superstars like the boys waiting by the pool, or even the rich socialites hanging in the smoothie bar.
"Why pistachio?" Harry asked, taking a lick of his own honeycomb.
"I always feel really bad for poor pistachio, it's not anyone's first choice"
He looked at me, bewildered. Crap, maybe I should have just said something ditzier like the colour was nice.
"Okay, ice-creams!"
All the boys stopped what they were doing (Zayn was listening to his iPod, Niall and Louis were playing cards, Liam was still reading his magazine) and looked up hungrily at the cones in our hands. I handed the vanilla to Niall, and the chocolate to Zayn. Harry handed me my the pistachio, gave Liam his, and went back to the shack to get his own.
"Ice-creams, one of life's many joys"
I laughed, Niall reminded me so much of the lads back home. It's that down-to-earth farmer boy attitude.

"Callie, you seem happier today" he observed, slurping the dripping ice-cream.
"Yeah" I grinned. I genuinely felt it bubbling inside me. I haven't felt this secure in months. "I am"
Zayn glanced at me. He looked curious. Well, now he knows what it's like to be going mad over trying to figure someone out. Niall had ice-cream dripping all down his chin now, so I waved him away to clean off. Louis, still looking forlorn, mumbled something about a phone call. A moment later Liam went to find Erica, he said it was a matter of 'press issues'. But before he left I saw him throw a knowing look at Zayn. I didn't know where Harry was, (nor did I really care), so it was just the two of us. Well, four if you count the two earbuds standing in the way of an intelligent, yet blissfully romantic conversation between me and Zayn.
"So..." I began, but he didn't seem to hear me. Then the crazy bug bit me. What I did next was totally unlike me. I never know how to talk to a guy I like, that's how you know I like them. Lisa used to be a complete pro at it. She just pouted her lips, batted her eyelashes and swung back her shoulders, and she had any guy that came her way. Except for James, I made well sure she kept away from him. God I missed him.
So, as you've guessed, this was unexpected for both of us. And embarrassing for moi.
I leaned over and took an earbud out of his ear, and stuck it into mine. I guess I thought this would create a topic of conversation, what music he liked. Hey, maybe we liked the same stuff. But what I heard made me cringe, and Zayn's tanned face go bright red.
"Step four: carefully place the waxing strip over the desired section of hair. Then, as quickly as possible, rip-"
But I never heard what the woman said next because Zayn yanked the earphone out of my ear. We just stared at each other for what seemed like the Easter holidays, until Zayn saw Harry approaching.
"Just One thing, forget what you just heard and listen. Harry is not who you think-"
"S'up lad-, er, what's going on?"
Harry looked confusedly from my gaping expression to Zayn's desperate one to the iPod in his hands.
Niall had returned with Liam, and they both were laughing and shoving each other. Then they saw the tense faces, and they both stopped abruptly, oddly, looking quite guilty.
"Harry, we were just try-"
"Callie is our-"
But both stopped talking when Zayn furiously shook his head.
"Callie, what's going on?" Harry asked.
They all looked at me. After all of that, they think I'm the one who knows vas happenin? Zayn glanced at me with a pained expression on his face. St. Bartholomew, please help me carry out this lie...
"Zayn was showing me his playlist when..."
Come on, think, think!
"...a bird, er, did his business, Zayn's shoulder"
When all the boys looked up at the bird-less sky, I splattered sun-cream on Zayn's bare skin. He looked at me with a new feeling. Trust.
"Thit an éan in eineact le arán" Niall recited like poetry.
I nodded encouragingly, even though he just said 'the bird fell with bread'.
"Come on, let's go for a swim" Liam said, looking a bit skeptical about our excuse. "I think the sun is getting to everyone"
"One Thing, Wash that crap off Zayn before he comes near the water" Niall said, putting on a mock posh girl voice. "I totally don't want that monstrous bacteria stripping the essential oils off my complexion"
Harry slipped his arm around my shoulders, which was surprisingly nice. He smiled down at me. Again I was reminded of that famously desired grin.
"Weird what happened back there at the chairs, ey?"
I laughed anxiously.
"Stupid bird"
Cheers, St.Bartholomew.

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