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...


11. What Makes You Beautiful


The night time breeze was cool against my bare skin. I rubbed my arms trying to heat them up. How could I have let Ellie tell me this was practical? I made my way past the pool, which shimmered under the Fijian moon. It was a beautiful crescent shaped one, the kind that features in Teen fantasy movies where vampires turn into werewolves. Wait, that’s not right.

I continued on to the Chammarie, which was decked all in fairy lights. Sophisticated girls decked out in evening gowns and men dressed in the finest suits were absorbed in charismatic, intelligent conversations. Harry was sitting in a corner ordering from Rhiannon, the boys mock each other about. I smiled and went over to join him. He grinned, but looked a little on edge. Poor Harry, Rhiannon isn’t exactly a ray of Fijian sunshine.

“Callie, you look gorgeous!”

He pulled out the chair for me. What a gentleman…

“And you said I couldn’t do dresses”
He laughed.

“We’ll have two salads and two cokes please”
I smiled, a little irked that he didn’t let me order. I was starving, even if I had many different smoothie combinations inside my stomach. Rhiannon nodded, and briskly walked back to the kitchen.

“Lovely, isn’t she?”
Harry looked shocked.
“Well, I…er…am…”

“Joke, Harry”

His face relaxed. No award for me for Best Sarcasm, anyway.

“So, wow, that dress…”

“Wanna know how I got it? Its kind of odd, really. You see, I met this girl who was like, crap at making smoothies, and she, for some reason, took me under her wing…”

I continued on the story with Harry nodding and laughing at all the right bits. He seemed a little distracted though, peering over my shoulder every second.

“So, what’s going on with you?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just, you know, stuff”

Why was he being so distant? Was I being too full on? Was I being too cold?

Rhiannon came to our table with our drinks and salads. She threw me a look, which I ignored. Maybe I wasn’t as calm and collective as I thought.

“So, how is the detox thing go-“

I stopped mid-word. Harry was staring in horror across the room.

And then I saw it. A mob of paparazzi were flashing cameras through the window, the restaurant’s staff making useless attempts at preserving our privacy.

“Oh my god, how did they know we were here?”
I was in shock. This destroyed everything One Direction was here for, their detox holiday away from the mess of show business. I looked at Harry, who was looked lost in a mix of anger and confusion. Everything happened quickly after that. Harry ran out of the restaurant with a menu guarding his face. I was left there in a too tight dress with half the restaurant wondering who the hell I was. I can’t believe he left. He just can’t believe he left me. Alone. In front of fifty pushy photographers.

“Hey, are you paying the bill?” It was Rhiannon, who looked almost smug about our disastrous date.  

“No” I said, irritated enough with this evenings turn of events.

“Whatever, I’ll charge it to Harry- Mr. Styles’- tab” She smirked. “And your, er, date left his phone on the floor”

I looked down. Harry’s shiny iPhone lay on the floor, dropped in his haste to get out of the room. Away from me. I sighed and bent down slowly to pick it up. Wow, this dress was tight. Going down, going down… Split!
The paparazzi went crazy. My LBD just ripped up the middle, exposing me more than I wanted to be exposed. Oh my god, only me.

“Her dress!”

“What does she think she is? A size 0?”

“Harry’s girl, exposed!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was caught in chaos. Waiters were rushing around me, trying to calm down the paparazzi and reassure the socialites around me. I was getting very flustered and confused. I heard a yell from the kitchen.


She was out of breath, waving me back.

“So-Sorry, I-I…” She took a deep breath. “Come back here, out the back way!”

She led me through the bustling kitchen, almost knocking a tiered cake in the process.

“Head out that way, and it will lead you out by the pool. I have to go, but don’t worry. Everything will blow over soon”

I nodded, still bamboozled by the whole thing. My head was whoozy and I felt like my breath was running short. I stumbled to the pool, and collapsed on to the lounge. It was getting dark and the night air wrapped a blanket of cold around me. I looked at Harry’s phone in my hand. It was ten o’clock. Uh, how did this all go so wrong? I groaned. I was so stupid, thinking I could be the kind of girl Harry Styles could be with. In this ridiculous dress, that basically ruined my night. I slipped out of the shoes that skinned my heels, rubbing them to comfort the pain. I lied back, and stared up at the sky. Why does crap always land on me?

My mixed feelings for Harry, my even more complicated ones for Zayn, the missing of home and James, all clouded my mind. And you know what I did? I started laughing. All I could think of was my useless excuse when the ‘waxing’ incident happened. A bird shat on Zayn. Here I was in my moment of deliria, when a ping interrupted my state. I stared at the message on Harry’s phone.


Where r u? Scottish girl left, totes frcked-out. Get bck here if u can. Finish what we started,  ha ha xx Rhiannon


And you know what? After all my talk about not caring about Harry as much as I should, this hurt. I hurled the phone into the pool, humiliated at the tears brimming up in my eyes. He lied, cheated, and betrayed me. ‘Its Gotta Be You’? More like its gotta be you and every other girl that walks by.

I jumped with fright. It was Zayn. In the pool. And I was here crying, in a wrecked dress.

“Are you okay?”
“Yes” I said, lamely.

“Did you just drop your phone in here?”
Drop. He was being obviously being kind.

“Ya, I’m clumsy when its a crescent moon”

He laughed. I liked his laugh. It wasn’t ostentatious or over-the-top like Harry’s. It was slightly gruffer, lower. Genuine.

“Why are you swimming at night?”
I could see his arms shrugging in the water.

“Must be the crescent moon”

I laughed, although it was more of a croak/whinny. Can people ‘whinny’? Is that like, just horses? But people can snort like pigs, so I guess its acceptable. Anyway, off subject. Zayn grabbed the towel by the side of the pool and wrapped it around him as he got out.

“Are you okay?” He asked again.

“Did you know that your friend is such an ass?” I asked, not caring that this might offend him.

“I know lots of asses, be more specific”

“Okay, tall, curly brown hair, gorgeous smile. Cheats on girls”

He looked guilty.

“You knew”
“I tried to tell you. We all did, at different times”

I nodded. It was starting to make sense.

“That’s why Niall was acting so weird earlier, he probably saw them together. And that’s what Liam and him wanted to tell me after I heard your…” I let my voice tail off.

“Sorry. Harry isn’t perfect, or evil, although it seems that way. He just really likes making girls happy. He almost thinks its part of the job”
I laughed bitterly.

“But I wasn’t happy, even before now. I was confused. I knew something was off, like we were just playing this game of mommies and daddies. Me and James used to do that when we were younger…”
He looked at me.

“You talk about this James guy a lot”

“Yeah, he’s someone who used to be really special in my life back in Ireland. Something that kept niggling at me during my three day relationship with Harry was him. I wondered what he would think, would he approve of this? I miss him a lot”

He smiled.

“Jeez, don’t do that”

He stopped.

“Because I can’t like you when I’ve just been cheated on by your bandmate!”

He stared at me. Oh god, now I have done it. Now it makes sense, I screw up my own life. Crap doesn’t land on me, I seem to grab it. UH!

“I always thought you were too good for him” He said, in a low voice. “You were way too spunky to be one of his conquests”
I laughed.
“Spunky, a more polite term for screwing up in every situation and managing to look like a complete and utter eejet”

And then he kissed me. And I realised many things in that split second of pure heaven.

Harry was an idiot Zayn was not. I really like pools

He broke away and said something I don’t think I would ever forget.

“Ya, you’re a mess. But that’s what makes you beautiful”

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