Summer Love

Rose was an ordinary, 21 year old, London girl. When she meets the gorgeous, flirty, pathetic Harry Styles in L.A her life will be turned upside down.


2. Beach. Live It

I walked out onto the beach and god it felt good having the sand between my toes. The crystals just slowly rubbed in between my toes and I thanked god for having made a beach for me to rub my feet into.

Now I guess it's time to show off my killer body that any guy would drool for and be lucky to even have. I dipped my feet in the water and felt the coldness shiver through my body. I thought that my killer body would have to kill some people out of the water as the water was that cold.

I could feel the sun burning through my skin and as my British skin was white I decided that sunscreen would be a good idea. As I slapped the white sunscreen onto my body I felt a hand run down my spine that made me shiver. I looked around and saw some guy with black hair and brown eyes looking up and down my body. He mumbled a couple of things but then just kept looking at me with his mouth in a perfect round shape. Yes I know I am eye candy but close your mouth please and anyway I don't go for guys with black hair and brown eyes. Ewwies. "Dude close your mouth and get out of my sight. I do have a boyfriend!" I know it's bad to lie but seriously he's one of the most ugliest people ever. Who would ever like to be with him? Definitely not me.

I ran away from him because he just gave me the creeps and shivers. I heard someone calling out "Rose?". I turned around to see the red haired Irish flight attendant from the plane. I waited for him as he was sprinting towards me.

We laughed and talked while walking around the beach. We talked about things that didn't even matter, like goats with wings. It was stupid.

I watched the foamy white bubbles in the wavy water. Then all of a sudden someone crashed into me. I fell flat on my bum. Ouch. I looked up and saw Zach( the red haired Irish flight attendant) helping me up. I also saw Niall Horan. Agh, Fan girl moment.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked me. I nodded noticing that he was checking out my British skin and killer body. "Let me make it up to you. Come join me and my friends at our place for the night" Niall suggested with his blue orbs shining in the sunlight.

I nodded. " Hands off! She's mine!" Zach said. I looked at home weirdly. We only just met. He's such a weirdo.

"Look from Irish man to Irish man. I'm just trying to make it up to her. I would never steal another Irish man's woman." Niall said, assuring Zach that he would never take me away from him.

Niall grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me along the beach.

Party; The best. I can only hope.

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