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.

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11. Together Time

"Wake up beautiful!" Niall shook me awake.

"Ughhh. What is it?" I nagged. He looked excited and was already dressed.

"Today, you're allowed to walk, so get up! Let's go out and do something!"

"Do we have to?" I protested. He gave me puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist. "Fine," I threw off the covers. I walked over to the bag of clothes I had.

"Well?" I motioned towards the door.

"What?" He looked confused.

"Aren't you going to leave so that I can get dressed?"

"I've seen you naked. Seeing you put on clothes won't be that big of a deal." He winked at me.

I blushed before returning to my clothes. Pulling on a tee and some soffee shorts, I brushed my hair to the side. I made it down stairs safely before I got light headed and had to sit back on the last step.

"Something wrong?" Niall asked me, coming from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I replied,"just need to catch my breath."

"We don't have to go out of you aren't feeling up to it."

"No, I can handle it." I reassured him. "I feel the need to get out of this house and get some fresh air."

We walked out the back deck and down to the beach, Niall helping me down every single step, even when I told him that everything was okay. We took a long walk down the shore, the sunset like something out of a movie. I began humming a tune that had been stuck in my head, adding on to it when I couldn't remember any more of it.

"What song is that?" Niall asked me, taking a pause.

"I, I really don't know, actually," I laughed feeling a little embarrassed. "I've just had it stuck in my head for awhile."

"Hum it again."

I did as he said, and reused the part I had added. He smiled at me.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"That's the song I've been writing. I see you've added on to it."

"Oh, well, I hope you don't mind. I wasn't trying to make it sound bad or anything, those notes just came to me in the spur of the moment. You don't even have to use them." I apologized.

"Actually, I think I will. It sounds pretty good. The words though, that'll be the hard part."

"Now that, I can't help you with." I chuckled. "I'm an idiot when it comes to words."

"I'm not exactly the best with them either." he said hugging me and pecked me gently.


The rest if the week felt like summer camp. Niall got me up very morning and took me out to do something new with him. I mean, I enjoyed being with him, but all of these activities were tiring. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that. He seemed to be having such a great time, and I loved to see him happy more than anything else. Especially after what I've put him through. I collapsed on the couch, exhausted.

"What's wrong?" Niall asked, laying next to me.

"Nothing," I managed to mutter. I had made it through yet another day. The sun was setting nicely outside.

"Then you wanna go on the beach and watch the sun set?" He whispered in my ear. Finally, something that didn't seem to hard to do. I reluctantly got up off the couch and followed him down to the beach. We sat in the sand, watching the sun sink into the water. It shimmered magnificently, reflecting the pinks, oranges, and reds.

"So," I began,"what's with all of the 'together time?'" I asked him. "Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with you, but you just seem a bit more, I dunno, desperate to spend more time with me."

He didn't look up at me for a long time, just drawing my name in the sand. When he finally acknowledged me, he didn't look too happy.

"This is really hard to say, but we can't talk anymore. No calling, writing, or anything."

"What? What do you mean, what are you talking about?" I was uber confused.

"I--I'm leaving. Tomorrow."
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