Summer Love *Complete*

It was the summer of 2011 and the warm sunlight was streaming through the car window. I groggily opened my eyes to see the family car pulling into our summer house in Australia.

"Arabella, we're here." my mother whispered, turning around in her seat.

"Start grabbing your bags out of the back." my father told my sister Jillian and I.

We were spending the season in our summer house this year. Our home was actually in Mullingar, West Meath Ireland. I didn't really want to come down here. I don't like the beach; mainly because I don't like to tan and I'm insecure about wearing my bathing suit around.

"Perk up, clover. Good luck is coming your way this year." My mother constantly tried to convince me that this year's summer would be better than all the rest, but I obviously didn't believe her. Just because we were some where else, doesn't mean that anything will be different.


5. Bucket List

Niall took my hand, pulled me down the stairs and out the back door. My parents were sitting there having what seemed like a friendly conversation.

"He really is--oh, hello there you two. Where are you going?" my mother smiled.

"If you don't mind, I was planning on stealing her away for awhile. To take a walk on the beach." Niall explained.

"Just be back before dinner." They waved us off.

Smiling, Niall took me down to the beach. We walked hand in hand, our feet in the water. We walked past our houses, other homes, and docks.

"Niall, maybe we should turn back. I think it's going to storm." I stood still, feeling the ocean breeze run through my hair. Something didn't feel right.

"What are you talking about? It sunny and bright. Plus, it hardly ever rains here." he tried to reassure me.


"Shh," he shushed me, putting a finger on my lips. They didn't seem as baby smooth as I'd imagined.

"Do you play any instruments? Guitar maybe?" I asked.

"Uhm, yeah. How did you know?" he laughed.

"Callouses on your fingers." I took his finger and gave it light kiss.

"Well do you play any instruments?" he took my hands and examined them.

"Piano. I've taught myself for years, so I'm probably not very good."

"We''l have to see about that when we go home." he nudged me.


"There's a piano in the basement of my house. When we get back I want to hear you play, and I won't take no for and answer."

"Fine," I replied as a rain drop fell on my cheek. I wiped at it with my finger. "I told you so!"

A light drizzle set in and the air chilled. My hair clung to my face, as did Niall's white shirt, as we became drenched.

"You might as well take it off. I can see right through it." I laughed pointing at it. He took it off and tucked it into his waist band. He had a perfectly sculpted body, the kind women dream about. His skin was a perfect shade of vanilla, the drops of rain running down his abs. I had to fight my senses not to touch him.

"Babe," he lifted my chin to see eye to eye,"my face is up here."

I blushed wildly.

"Don't be embarrassed. Your body is pretty breathtaking as well." He came closer to me and put his hands on my hips. Drops from his hair fell on my forehead and slid down my cheek. His eyes looked deeply into mine. I lay my hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall under my touch. I ran my fingers through his soft, shiny blonde hair and down his cheek. I placed a light finger on his soft lips and felt his smile grow under my hand. He reached for my hand, his fingers between mine, and I felt a gentle squeeze as he tightened his grip on my hand. 

"Be mine." I heard him murmur in my ear.

"You know," I started,"it's every girl's dream to be kissed in the rain by her boyfriend." I traced circles on his chest. He moved one hand to the small of my back, the other caressing my head. He kissed me passionately and pulled me closer. I tangled my hands in his wet hair as he ran his hand down my spine, giving me goosebumps. Lightning struck and thunder rumbled. I screamed and clung to Niall for dear life.

"Sorry," I peeled myself of him. "I hate storms."

"Babe, had you told me that I would've turned back." he said hugging me. He picked me up wedding style and carried me into a nearby cave. I sat in his lap as he stroked my hair. He sang sweetly in my ear.

"Shut the door,

turn the light off,

I wanna be with you,

I wanna feel your love.

I wanna lay beside you--"

"What song is that? I think I've heard it before." I asked.

"Moments, by the band I'm in, One Direction." he brushed away a strand of hair.

"It sounds amazing. You can really sing. Not that I ever doubted you were talented."

He smiled and kissed me again as thunder drummed overhead.

"You didn't jump." he smiled.

"I feel safer when I'm with you." I cuddled up to him.


I was freezing. Not only were we in a cave, but it was still raining and I had nothing on but a swim suit.

"Babe, you're freezing over. Come here." Niall pulled me closer to him. I lay my head on his chest and felt instant warmth.

"How can you be so warm?" I shivered.

"Like I said before, fast Irish metabolism." He squeezed me tighter in his arms. "So are we an 'item' now?"

"Niall, even if we weren't in this situation, I'd be wanting to sit in your lap anyways." I smiled at him, my lips numb.

"Your lips are blue, here, let me warm them up for you." he smirked before kissing me.

He gave me more and more little kisses, then licked my bottom lip. I let him in and our tongues explored one another. I suddenly felt nervous. I hadn't kissed a boy in over two years, I'm still a virgin for god's sake! But for some reason, I couldn't resist him. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed him up against the wall.

"Niall, I--"

"Oh thank goodness you two are okay!" my mother ran towards us.

"Mum? But--"

"We came looking for you as soon as the rain let up." I looked out of the mouth of the cave, where a light sprinkle had just stopped. My mother wore a polka dot rain coat with pink rain boots. "I'm so glad we found you." she hugged me, pulling me away from Niall. I gave him an apologetic expression.

"C'mon sweetie, let's get you warmed up." she began to drag me.

"Hold on! Have you forgotten that there is some one else who might need help?" I said more like a statement. She gave me a strained look.

"Here, Niall, come on." I helped him up and looped my arm through his. He felt much colder than before. "Let's get you home."

"But--" my mom protested.

"I'm taking him home." I said firmly.

"On what grounds can you disobey your mother?" she raised her voice.

"On the grounds that he's my boyfriend and I care about him."

She narrowed her eyes at me before she turned and walked away, leaving us to trail behind her.

We finally reached his house. I greeted his mom at the door and explained what had happened...aside from all the kissing.

"Downstairs." he mumbled.

"Do what?"

"Go. Down. Stairs." he clarified, pointing at them.

"But what about--"

"Please." he stroked my arm.



He tried not to put most of his weight on me, but I knew he really needed to. Once we got downstairs, I lay him gently on the couch and pulled up a stool beside it. I put the back of my hand to his forehead; he was catching a fever. 

"Do you have a loo down here?" I put my hand on mine own forehead. 

He pointed to a door, not even having the strength to use words. I frowned at his condition. Getting up, I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a small towel, carrying it to the sink. I waited for the water to warm up before I soaked it. I walked back to Niall, folded the towel neatly, and placed it gently on his head. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even, so that what good. I took his cold hand and stroked the top of it with my thumb, and rubbing his palm with my fingers. 

"Please, Niall. Get well soon." 

"Arabella?" he whispered. 

"Yes. Yes, Niall, I'm here." 

"Play." he said almost inaudible. 

"Come again?" I got on my knees and leaned next to his face. 

"The piano. Go play it. Music always makes me feel better." he barely opened his eyes to look at me. I didn't want to argue with him in fear that it may worsen his condition. I sat at the piano bench. 

"What should I play?"

"Can you read music?" he asked. 


"Then there's some sheet music I've been working on. Play it for me if you could." 

I gulped back the lump in my throat. I felt a bit overwhelmed by the notes on the page. There wasn't a title, in fact, there was hardly even a tune. But I was going to try my best. I found the first note and began to play. To my surprise, I played it smoothly and evenly, hardly even missing a note. Eventually, the notes stopped right at a climax of harmony. When I stopped, I tingled from all of the pent up energy. 

"That was great," he sat up and clapped,"now if only I could finish it and find the words." 

"Niall lay back down, you need to rest." I went to the couch and sit next to him. 

"Whatever mum," he pulled me into a hug and I felt some of his initial warmth returning. 

"I'm just worried about you is all." I lay my head on his shoulder. 

"I know, and for that I'm gracious." he kissed my hair. 

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