One Shots

Lying On The Beach As The Sun Blew Out

Long week, long month, long year, long life. Sometimes, I just want to unwind and relax the day away. I want nothing more than a break; something to make me feel sane again. Working twelve hour days isn't on ones agenda, normally, but cheeky me decided to take it on.

Big mistake, Dayna. Biiiiiiig mistake.

It took months of convincing, but I was finally able to get in some vaction time. Just enough to relax, and possibly look for a new job. There's just something about being constantly watched by your creep boss that makes you want to run screaming.

Taking my first chance at freedom, I don my bathing suit, some denim shorts, a cropped tee, and some flip flops then jump into my car; heading straight for the beach. The top of my mustang was pulled down, and my sunglasses are set firmly on my nose. Cranking up the radio, I drive, singing loudly as I speed down the street.

Santa Cruz isn't that far from where I live, maybe an hour or two, so that's where I was dead set on going. I was planning to enjoy a nice ice cream cone, ride some rides at the Boardwalk, and hang out on the sandy beach; maybe if I'm lucky, there will even be a concert tonight on the large stage that's just off the boardwalk.

It was just past 3 when I arrived in Santa Cruz, and I couldn't have been happier. Families were scuttling about, and children were screaming, totally in awe of everything around them. The weather was perfect, and the sky was a gorgeous cloudless blue. There's nothing in the world that could make this moment any better.

With my already packed towel and sun screen, I walk over to a food stand and get a big ice cream, then walk down to the beach. There's more people on one side than there is on the other, so I walk more towards the empty side, wanting to hear nothing but the waves crashing against the sand.

Taking off my shoes, I lay my towel out one handed, balancing the creamy goodness I had purchased in the other, and lay down, soaking up some vitamin C while I down myself in sugar.

After my ice cream is gone, I pull off my crop top, and pit suntan lotion on, laying on my stomach so the sun reaches my back. The warmth on my skin is the best feeling I've ever had.

A strumming pulls my attention away from the now setting sun, and I look over seeng a group of boys around a fire. They seem to be enjoying themselves, so I lay back down, and begin tracing designs in the sand with my finger.

"Hey!" Someone calls, and I look up, seeing a tanned boy with black hair looking in my direction. "What are you doing alone?" He asks, there's an obvious accent laced in his words.

"Relaxing!" I call back, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Come hang out with us, a pretty girl should never be alone!"

I feel a blush rise to my face, and I give a small nod, to which he grins brightly and runs over to me. It wasn't until he was a few feet away that I realized who he was.

Zayn Malik.

My heart was beating erratically, but I kept my cool, grabbing my towel as I stood. He finally reached me, and he was grinning from ear to ear. It took everything I had not to check out his shirtless torso, and it looked like he was trying as hard as he could not to look me over as well.

This should be interesting.

"I'm Zayn!" He grins, stretching his hand out in my direction.

"I know who you are." I smile softly, shaking his hand. "My name is Dayna."

He nods. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I feel myself blushing again.

"Aren't you supposed to be the shy one, or something?" I ask as we grow nearer to his friends.

"I am, but I've had a few. Shh!" He tells me, smiling as he places a finger on my lips.

I giggle, taking a seat on the sand beside Liam. He sits down beside me, and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "This, is Dayna, mates! She's my future girlfriend." I laugh, feeling my face turn a deep scarlett. "I hope you don't mind.." He coos in my ear.

I shake my head. "Of course I don't mind, but the question is: Will you feel the same way once you've sobered up?"

Harry started to guffaw at this point, falling onto his back, clutching his stomach. The others look like they're having trouble to keep from laughing as well. 

I'm so confused.

"He told you he was drinking?!" Harry sputters between laughs. I nod slowly. "We're in America! It's illegal to drink till your 21; we may be from another country, but we're still law abiding citizens!"

I smack Zayn's chest. "If you wanted to talk to me, just do it! Don't blame it on the alcohol, geez!"

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know if you'd talk to me.."

I shake my head. "You're insane. Why wouldn't I talk to you? Gosh." I grab a hold of his smore, and take a bite, smiling sweetly at his now gaping face. 

Reaching my hand out, I laugh. "Hi, my name is Dayna!"