Harry's POV
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Gemma asked for the fourth time in the past hour.
"I'm sure babe," I heard Louis reply.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
I looked away before they started making out on the beach in front of everyone.
We had been sitting on the sand for about 2 hours now, and Louis had said absolutely nothing to me.
Ziltch. Nada. Niente. Nichts.
Nothing.
After our amazing moment on the hill, the only way in which he's acknowledged me at all, was his comment about my swimming trunks.
And I'm questioning whether or not he even said it or if I imagined it.
Back at the campsite, when everyone got up to get ready, he followed Gemma into their tent and I heard giggles.
Fucking giggles.
From both of them. Louis' giggles are so cute, I absolutely adore them but Gemma's...
Ugh!
I think they were making out again, because when they came out, gear in hand, their lips were swollen and Louis didn't even so much as look at me.
"Why, Niall. Why is he doing this to me!" I said melodramatically, putting my hand on my forehead and falling backwards onto my towel.
Niall lowered himself so that he too was lying on his back, soaking in the sun. The others were all over the place.
We all put our towels down together, but Liam and Zayn started playing football in the sand and Gemma and Louis moved their towels slightly away so they could talk, not that that stopped us from hearing them.
Once Niall was down on my level, he put his sunglasses on and sighed.
"Mate, I don't know what he's doing. Maybe just leave it for a while? See what he does? He obviously needs to sort some things out..." he said, gesturing to the lovely couple.
Ha. Ha. No.
Niall, I do not want to look, thank-you.
I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm.
"Do you want to go in the water?" Niall asked, standing and holding out his hand for me. "It will get us away from them, if you want?"
I groaned again, but sat up and took his hand and trudged down to the water. As I walked away from my towel, I took off my shirt to reveal my toned stomach.
I don't wanna brag, but I'm pretty ripped. I mean, I've spent a lot of time at the gym lately, mostly for Louis. To get his attention and such...
I placed it on my towel and turned back to the water. As I turned, my gaze fell on Louis and Gemma. He was leaning against a tree towards the back of the beach where the park started and Gemma was between his legs. Her head was resting on his chest and he had his arms around her, holding her close.
I ground my teeth together at the sight, turning quickly and storming down the beach to meet Niall in the water.
The beach was pretty empty, aside from a few other people. There were two families together and a few girls, heading our way.
What?
It must have been Niall's cute blonde hair or something but they were coming over to us. We were already waist deep in the water, but still, they were wading towards where we were standing.
Niall looked very happy.
Typical straight man...
"Hi," one of them said "My names Georgia," She had long dark brown hair and tanned skin. She was wearing a revealing fluro orange bikini and had a hand on her hip, trying to accentuate her boobs.
She was directing it towards me.
I felt violated.
Honey, you would have so much more luck with Nialler over here.
"My friends thought you guys were cute so we decided to come over and talk to you!" she continued, making her friends blush.
"M'Hannah," said the blonde girl in the pink bikini, also very tanned.
"And I'm Jade," the girl with black hair and blue bikini said, again, the same shade of orange as the other two girls.
They all must use the same brand of fake tan.
"Hi," Niall said, casually flicking his hair to the side and shaking each of their hands. "I'm Niall and this is Harry."
They all turned their eyes towards me.
"Uh, yeah, hi," I said, shaking their hands as Niall had done. He was clearly captivated by them and was openly gaping.
I stood there in silence while Niall made hideously cute jokes and flirted shamelessly as the girls all did the same.
This was so awkward.
"Harry! Niall! Who're your friends?" Zayn asked, making his way through the water with Liam following close behind.
"Liam, Zayn," Niall said "This is Georgia, Hannah and Jade. Girls, this is Liam and Zayn," he added, introducing them all.
Why do cake-faced, fake girls seem to attract boys wherever they go? I don't get it...
They all talked for a while, just standing in the water being overly flirty and disgustingly cheesy. I stayed for as long as I could bare it.
"I, um," I leant into Niall and whispered while Liam was talking to them. "I'm gonna head back"
Niall just nodded, not taking his eyes off Georgia, clearly not paying any attention to what I just said.
Prick.
I waded back to the beach and walked up towards our stuff. Louis and Gemma were still sitting under their tree, talking and smiling. He whispered something in her ear that made her laugh, making him smile and kiss her head which made her smile even wider. They looked so happy.
Which made me really sad.
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
I flopped down onto my towel, and crossed my arms so I could bury my head in them.
Why am I so stupid? GOD!
My friends are down in the water, talking to some girls who they seem to get along with, and Louis and Gemma are enjoying each other's company. Everyone seems so happy... everyone but me.
I couldn't stand being around them, any of them for any longer, so I got up, collected my things and ran off into the woods, not looking back.
He told me that he really liked me and that his feelings weren't going to go away.
He kissed my cheek.
He promised me that he meant what he said.
Bullshit.
He's a liar.
He's a player.
He'll never like me.
I felt hot tears coursing down my face as I slowed down to a walk somewhere between the beach and the campsite.
"Harry! Harry!" I heard someone call me. In my state, I didn't think about whom it might be, I just turned around.
It was Louis.
He was alone, he must have left Gemma on the beach. I turned back around to keep walking, ignoring his calls.
He soon caught up to me and spun me around by my arm.
"Hey, hey" he cooed, cupping my face in his hands and brushing away my tears. "Don't cry! Tell me what's wrong." He said, concern written all over his face.
"Don't touch me" I said, wrenching my arm out of his grip and marching on.
"Harry!" he exclaimed, chasing after me. This time, he jumped in front of me and put a hand on my wet, bare chest to stop me. "Tell me what's wrong." He said, still clearly worried.
"I said, don't touch me!" I repeated more forcefully, trying to push him out of the way.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong, Harry. I can see you're upset. Please, talk to me." He tried to cup my face again, but I pushed his hand away.
Can't he see that I really don't want to talk to him? I know that everything he's doing is an act. Even though I don't know why he's doing it, I know its fake. Everything is fake.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I said, leaning close to his face and practically spitting it at him.
"Harry," he said, surprised at my anger. "Please,"
He really shouldn't be.
"STOP!" I screamed, storming past him, only to be stopped by him, again.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him. "Harry, please! I just want to help!"
"You can't help me."
"Yes, I can!"
"No, you can't!"
"HARRY, I CAN! I LI-"
"DON'T SAY IT! DON'T SAY SOMETHING YOU DON'T MEAN"
"BUT I DO MEAN IT! I LIK-"
I couldn't handle it anymore.
I snapped.
I punched him square in the face, knocking him backwards a few steps.
He gasped and put his hand up to his nose and pulling it away to see blood. There wasn't much and I didn't hurt him that badly. I think he was just surprised at my action rather than any pain.
I simply stood there, breathing heavily and staring at him.
I warned him not to touch me.
"Harry, p-please," he said, recovering from my hit and coming towards me again. "Please, tell me what's bothering you. I can help..." he trailed off towards the end as my expression changed. I leaned in close to his face and jabbed a finger into his chest.
"I don't want to talk, especially to you." I spat, before turning on my heel and walking through the woods, back towards the campsite.
He didn't follow me this time.
Once I got back to the tents, I sat down in my chair by the fire pit and put my head in my hands.
I cried for a good long while that afternoon.