VALERIE

Chapter 13:Goodbye,Paradise!

“So how are you?” Eleanor speaks up. She shifts position to face me and drops the magazine to her side.

“Terrible!” I groan. Harry chuckles and I playfully slap him.

Louis, who was playing football with the three other boys, left them and walk towards us. He sits on the space beside Eleanor. Perrie’s on one of the recliners, sunbathing while listening to the music through her earphones, and perhaps snoozing.

“So, Val. Do you know what happened last night?” Louis, as insincere as he is, asks mockingly.

“I don’t even remember anything.” I frown, shaking my head. If I don’t remember anything, I am sure they will remind me, and so I ask, “Why? What happened?” I peer at them.

“You almost got us in trouble.” He tells me and snakes his arms on El’s shoulder in the process. El instinctively snuggles in his shoulder and both of them look at me with a playful smile on both of their faces.

“Huh?” I beg for pardon.

“You puked on this Devon guy’s shirt.” Eleanor giggles.

“I did?” I got shocked and sit straight against Harry abruptly. Louis and Eleanor share a look and look back at me and nod their heads.

“Who’s this Devon guy anyway?” I mumble and cling on to Harry’s shoulder once again, and then wrap my hands around his waist. My head is still heavy, I’m afraid I might puke again.

Eleanor grunts, “This guy at the bar who’s trying to flirt with you. So Harry went in the way and confronted him.” She rolls her eyes and sigh, annoyed by the existence of the guy who tried to flirt with me, I guess.

“How come I don’t even remember anything?” I murmur.

“You even kept on denying to him that Harry’s your boyfriend.” Louis chuckles.

I pull my head up and face Harry despite my headache. “Oh my, I did that?” I say while pulling off a sorry face.

“Yes.” Harry nods and sighs.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize while cuddling him tightly.

“I understand. You were drunk.” He says and brushes a kiss on my forehead.

“The most fun part is when you passed out after you threw up on his shirt.” He laughs hysterically and claps his hand like a retard. “Oh, I love it.” He continues laughing.

“How embarrassing.” I mutter to myself and nuzzle my head to Harry’s neck. I open my eyes and gaze at his tattoos on his arms and chest up close. I let out a deep breath and mutter to myself, “God, I hate those tattoos.”

Harry lets me hop on his back and carry me on the way to the sea. The water is a bit freezing but we dip in it anyway to cure my headache. Later, the rest of the guys joined us swimming on the beach. Before I knew it, it’s going to be our last day and night at the resort. We’re already going back to London tomorrow and we’re back to our regular life also. This is one short vacation but it’s all worth it. I hope this would happen again, except me getting drunk and throwing up on a stranger’s shirt. That’s really embarrassing, though I fail to recall what truly happened.

As I look at each of their face, Eleanor, Perrie, Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn’s, and realize how close I got with them over the time, and how happy we are when we’re all together, I can’t help but feel sorry for myself knowing deep inside that these are all just products of Harry and I’s pretend relationship. At the back of my mind, I know I do not deserve this kind of happiness. The closer and closer I get with them, the harder it is for me to lie and the more liable I am of my actions. I just feel so bad that I had to live a lie just to meet these awesome people. But what if things just fall into different places and I get the chance to meet them in an exactly different circumstance? What if I never have to lie? What if?