TWO
It's been about an hour and we still haven't found the boys. Neither one of us has had anything to eat, and we're starved. We decide to buy an icecream cone and sit on a bench for a while to rest. I stand to feed the seagulls some crackers I had in my bag. I'm walking towards the rail when I crash into a guy and accidentally smear ice cream all over the back of his T-shirt.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I-" I freeze. I'm suddenly staring into big brown eyes, and I know who they belong to: Liam Payne.
"It's alright, don't worry about it. T-shirts are easily replaceable, right?"
No words. I'm in shock. What do I say? His voice is so hypnotic, it distracts me. I play the question over and over in my head until I finally manage to whisper "Right." I can't look up at him, so I look a little to my right, only to find that Niall Horan is standing there, blue eyes wide and happy, staring at me. Turning in a circle, I find that all of One Direction is around me. Every single one of them making a ring around me like I'm some type of attraction. I blush and smile at the ground, when I suddenly hear Iana and Scarlett calling for me.
"I'm here!" I shout in their direction. I see them freeze when they see me. Iana starts to hyperventilate and Scarlett starts to cry. No, girls, please don't do this to me. Stay calm, please. I badly want to join them in their fangirl break downs, but I can't. All five of the boys' eyes are trained on me, and I can't look like one of those annoying fangirls that they hate so much. I have to stay calm.
"Excuse me." I say softly to Zayn as I try to make my way towards my friends. He steps aside, but all of the guys are still staring at me. They just stand there and watch as I go to calm my friends down. I hug them both and whisper into their ears that we can't look like annoying fangirls in front of One Direction. It takes them a bit, but they calm down. Then I take their hands like their children and guide them over to where One Direction is standing.
"Hi. I'm really sorry about your shirt, Liam. I'm Ceiba, this is Iana, and this is Scarlett. We'd like to show you around the pier and help you find a new shirt." I say kindly. As I had instructed to do when they were excited, the girls squeeze my hands.
"Thank you. Are you alright?" my face must be showing the pain I'm in, because Liam asks this.
"I'm fine, thank you. We should start walking, don't you think?" Enthusiastic agreements from all the boys are heard, and my hands get squeezed a little harder. I understand how hard they're fighting to keep control, because I'm fighting extra hard to do this, too. After all, I don't have anyone's hand to squeeze.