Summer Love

Rebecca and Sarah have been friends since they were little. And now they are sharing a new adventure of their own, that is away from home, and with no parents around either. When Rebecca and Sarah go to the last One Direction concert of the TMH tour, both of their lives are turned upsidedown. But for better or for worst? A certain blond, blue-eyed boy steps into the life of Rebecca and leaves a mark. Alot can happen in a short period of time that can leave scars forever. Are friendships made or broken? Does love blossom or do hearts break?

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9. He Gave You This?!

Rebecca’s P.O.V.

It has been 4 days since the One Direction concert. The concert was Saturday, it is now Wednesday. Sarah and I haven’t done much but be lazy and hang around on the beach all day, I mean that is what summer is all about, right?

It is about 10:30AM, and Sarah is still sleeping. I am having a bowl of cereal and reading a magazine at the kitchen table, when I hear slow footsteps coming down the hallway. I looked up from my magazine and saw Sarah yawning and standing in front of me.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I said with a chuckle.

“Shut up.” She said, opening the fridge and taking out the milk. “How do you get up so early?”

“I didn’t get up that early. I got up at 9:30, and went for my run.”

“Ugh.” Is all she said. “You’re making me look bad.”

I smiled. “No.”

I have this thing that I have to go for a run everyday in the morning, or late afternoon if I am too tired or have something to do. Going for a run gets my energy going and helps me stay in shape for lacrosse, which is crucial.

Sarah got some cereal and put up some coffee for herself and sat down at the table with me.

“Whatcha reading?” She asked, leaning over the table to catch a glimpse.

“Something about how a football player was caught using steriods.”

“Don’t they all?” She said slyly.

I chuckled. “No, but you would think that.”

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Sarah’s P.O.V.

I took a spoonful of my cereal after Rebecca telling me something about a football player. I don’t really care, honestly. I don’t like sports that much. I mean I could sit there and watch a game but I don’t understand what is going on. The only sport that I like is Soccer. I used to play it when I was little and I understand it. Rebecca is the total opposite of me. She loves all sports, she is very athletic. Rebecca loves lacrosse; and she is really good at it too. She likes football, hockey, baseball, soccer, etc. you name it she knows it some way, shape or form.

After taking a spoonful of cereal, I realize that my lips start to burn. I lick them a little and now they are stinging.

“Rebecca, are my lips red?”

Rebecca looks up from her magazine and stares at me; then her eyes go wide. “Yeah, actually, really red. What did you do?”

“I don’t know. Must be sunburn from laying out on the beach yesterday.”

“Mmmmm.” Rebecca nodded slowly.

“Do you have any chapstick?”

“Yeah, in my room on my nightstand, next to my bed.”

“Thanks.” I smile at her and she returns one. I get up from the table and walk down the hallway towards her room and enter it. Rebecca’s room is clean and organized, but her bed is not made and the covers are everywhere; I chuckle alittle. I spot the chapstick where she said it would be and walk over to it and pick it up. I open it and apply some to my lips. As I am doing so, Rebecca’s laminated backstage pass from the concert is laying there and I pick it up to look at it. I smile remembering that phenomenal day, and I smile at the fact that Rebecca has this laying next to her bed. I put it down, but not the side that was facing up before; and that is when something caught my eye. The backstage pass usually has the same picture of the boys on both sides, but there was a piece of paper on this side blocking it. I pick it up again to get a closer look; it looks like something is written on it.

My eyes go wide; I have stopped breathing; and I have let the chapstick fall from my hands and collide on the floor. I read this over again to make sure that it is not a mirage from heat stroke. Maybe I did stay out in the sun too long yesterday. It read:

REBECCA, TEXT ME.

808-555-1107 ~NIALL HORAN J

‘What the hell??!!’ I thought. With the backstage pass in my hand, I run out of Rebecca’s room and into the kitchen, sliding to a stop because of my socks. Rebecca looks up at me with wide eyes, almost as if I scared her.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!!!” I screamed at her while showing her the pass.

“My backstage pass from the concert the other night.” She looked at me like I had four eyes on my face.

“NO!!” I looked at the pass and realized that I had the wrong side facing her. I flipped it over to the side with the piece of paper and Niall’s phone number. “THIS!!” I screamed at her again and pointed to the white strip.

Rebecca’s eyes widen to the point where it looked like her eyes were going to fall out of her head. She put her arms on the table and then her head in her hands and started to shake her head.

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Rebecca’s P.O.V.

‘Uh OH!!’ I thought. Sarah found the ticket and she is mad.

“ANSWER ME NOLAN!!” I looked up at her, I felt my face turn bright red. I knew that for a fact.

“Niall’s phone number.” I said in a small voice.

“HE GAVE THIS TO YOU?”

“No, Sarah, I payed him to give it to me. YES! He gave it to me.” I said in a sassy tone. Sarah let a smirk escape her lips.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME??!!”

“Because I knew you would get like this.”

“I WOULD END UP LIKE THIS ANYWAY. YOU DIDN’T THINK YOU COULD AVOID THIS DID YOU?”

“I don’t know.” Sarah started to calm down alittle and sat down at the table again.

“Wait, why did he even give you his number? I thought they were going back to England. The tour ended last Saturday.”

I looked at Sarah. I was surprised that she didn’t know that they were staying in America. I guess the part about One Direction working on the album in LA is supposed to be a secret. A secret that Niall… told… me… about. I smiled at this thought.

“Niall said that they were staying in LA to work on the new album. He said that Simon wanted them to work with new writers and singers.”

Sarah’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. Really?”

“Yeah.” I smiled at her.

Sarah squirmed in her seat. “This new album is going to be amazing.” She was smiling like crazy now. I just chuckled at her.

“Well… what did you text him? You could at least tell me that?”

I sat there silently, my smile disappearing, staring at the table.

Sarah jumped up out of her seat, causing me to jump too because she scared me.

“OH MY GOD!! YOU DIDN’T TEXT HIM??!!”

I shook my head. And Sarah slapped her forehead with her hand.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??!! ARE YOU MENTAL OR SOMETHING?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I didn’t know what to say to him.”

Sarah stood there with her jaw dropped wide open. “WHAT??!!” I released a small smile.

Sarah inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, and sat back down at the table, and looked at me.

“Rebecca… its Niall Horan. Its Niall James Horan. ITS NIALL JAMES FREAKING HORAN!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??!!!” So much for that deep breath.

“No.” I answered in a smaller voice than before.

“IT MEANS THAT NIALL JAMES FREAKING HORAN CHOSE YOU. CHOSE YOU OUT OF MILLIONS OF PRETTY GIRLS TO GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER!! HE OBVIOUSLY LIKES YOU TO DO SOMETHING THIS EXTREME. HE LIKES YOU A LOT AND TRUSTS YOU TO NOT GIVE HIS NUMBER AWAY TO A CRAZY FAN.”

The way Sarah put it, I never really thought of before. And it made me smile. Did Niall like me? I mean it was only that one night that we ‘hung out’ if you could really call it that anyway. Is something like that even possible? For an outrageously famous guy like him to even look at an ordinary girl like me? I looked at Sarah and smiled.

“You really think so?” I asked her full of hope.

“Yes. I know so. Rebecca you are beautiful and I know Niall thought so too. Especially the way he was looking at you. And I know that you two will get along really well, you two have that same witty humor and free-spirit personality.”

A big smile crossed my face. But something inside of me felt weird, like this was a fantasy, which it is, but something like all these things weren’t true and nothing would ever happen between me and Niall. I mean Niall is NIALL, and I am just… me.

“Rebecca!” Sarah broke me out of my thoughts and I looked at her.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked softly.

“What?! No!! Well, I am sooo jealous of you. And mad at you that you didn’t text him sooner. But generally, no.” She was pointing her finger at me and smiling. It made me chuckle.

“Just, Rebecca…” I looked at her, “…Please text him.” She slid my phone and the ticket with Niall’s number on it towards me on the table and smiled at me. I just stared at the items that were lying in front of me on the table; they seem ghostly to me now. ‘Oh god.’ I thought.

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