Deniesse's POV
Harry carries my bags and puts it inside the car's compartment. He opened the door to the passenger's seat.
Deniesse: Harry, I- I can't do this. I can't go.
He closed the door.
Harry: Why?
Deniesse: Zayn.
Harry: Come on. He won't hurt you or anything. I'll be right beside you.
Deniesse: But I's sure he'll be at the party and-
Harrty: (interrupted me) Deniesse, trust me.
Deniesse: Okay. Fine.
He took my hand and I entered the car and sits on the passenger's seat (beside the driver's seat). He sat on the driver seat and drives.
A few minutes later, I got a bit bored.
Harry: (driving) Bored?
Deniesse: A bit.

He turned the radio on and there plays 'Gotta Be You'. That song reminds me of Zayn's kiss with the girl. My loneliness faded when Harry sings.

Can we fall, one more time
Stop the tape and rewind
And if you walk away I know I'll fade
'Cause there is nobody else
It's gotta be you.......
It's gotta be you....
Only you........

Gosh. His voice is like... velvet.
He sings it with feelings. Harry stopped singing his part. When I listened to the song, the voice became familiar. I realized it's already Zayn's part. I look outside the window trying not to listen to the song.

Oh girl,
Can we try one more, one more time
One more, one more
Can we try one more one more time
I'll make it better..
..............................
I covered my ears. Harry turned the radio off and I removed my hands on my ears. I continued to look outside the window.
Harry: I'm sorry.
I didn't speak. There was a complete silence.

A few hours later, we arrived at the beach. Harry turns the engine off and we get out of the car. I look around the place. The place is perfect. It's been a long time since I went to the beach. Harry carries my bags and I approached him and gets my bag.
Deniesse: No, Harry. I'll do it.
Harry grabs my bag from my hands.
Harry: No. I will. You're our guest, right?
I just smiled. he's such a gentleman. We walked towards the lovely private resort.
Harry: This is the place where the party will be held and the four boys, me, Gemma, and you will be staying here for three weeks.
We continued on our way to the resort.

Villa: link.

We got inside the villa and Harry took my hand. Harry told the housekeeper to take my bag to my bedroom. Wow! I have my own bedroom. I got nervous. I really don't want to see Zayn right now. I expected to see hyperactive boys at the living room but, it was quiet. Harry and I sat on the white couch.
Harry: Are you ready to talk to Zayn?
Deniesse: Not really.
Harry: Well, I have a plan.
Deniesse: Plan?
Harry; what if we pretend that.. we're together.

Are you serious?
Deniesse: Seriously?
Harry: yeah.
Deniesse: Y-you mean. You and... me like boyfriend and girlfriend?
Harry: Yeah.

I really don't know what to say. Just then, we heard loud footsteps going downstairs. And shoot! Zayn's there.