I walked along the pier humming along to a song in my head. I couldn't fight the smile that was glued on my lips. Even though I haven't heard anything from Zayn since I told him about my feelings I was happy that I actually told him. I could hear the laughter of teenage girls talking about the boys they like, and little kids begging their parents to buy them some ice cream. The birds were above chirping their little hearts out and the waves were thrashing against the shore. The beach was pretty abandoned since the sun was already setting. So I stared at the horizon as the orange sun brightened up the water. I felt someone touch my shoulder which caused me jump. I turned around to see a guy who looked like he was in his later twenties. He had a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand and was licking his lips as he stared at me.
"May I help you?" I growled.
"Why yes sweetheart you may.." He chuckled with a drunk slur. He grabbed my waist and pulled my small body closer to his. I tried to push myself away but his gripped was too strong. He rubbed his erection on my lower half as I started punching his chest trying to break away from his grasp. Then someone came up behind him and hit him on the head with a bottle. This caused his grip to loosen and he fell over. He was clearly knocked out cold but I had to get in a kick. I kicked him right in his balls. I heard a chuckle which startled me. I spun around to see the guy who helped me out. I bowed my head.
"Thank you.." I mumbled.
"No problem love." He smiled. "Let me get you a drink you look shaken up."
I gave him an uneasy look but he gave me a soft smile so I followed him up to the warm drink place on the pier. I took a seat on at a table as he ordered the drinks. He came back and handed me a hot coco.
"Thank you.." I muttered.
"You don't need to keep thanking me honestly." He chuckled.
But honestly I did. This guy saved me from almost being raped. I owe him and I was terrified about that. I stared out the window onto the pier to see a girl with golden blonde hair dancing around and then she stopped. She jumped on a guy who looked very familiar. Then my heart dropped when I realized it was Zayn. I wanted to start crying my eyes out when I saw her holding his hand pulling him along. I stood up and started to walk out of the store.
"Wait what's your name?" He called after me.
"Zoey." I said fighting back tears.
"Nice to meet you Zoey, I'm Klaus!" He yelled because I was farther away now. The tears started leaving my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I started kicking rocks as the tears rolled out faster. Then I felt someone pull me backwards into their arms. I knew this smell well. The rich smell of Ireland. I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his chest.
"Shh..Zoey..." His Irish accent whispered throughout my ear. "It's okay Zoey....I am here now.." His strong embrace comforted me. Made me feel like someone actually cared. I knew exactly what I was going to do. Now that I have Angie by my side for awhile I don't need any guys. I don't need love. I don't need this pain. Starting tomorrow I'm going to put on a smile and pretend that everything is alright. I'm going to act like I never saw that up there. I'm going to pretend to be happy.