Five Little Liars (One Direction/ Pretty Little Liars)

33: Holy Shoot

NIALL

"Niall, do you... do you see her?" Harry asked, looking at the screen of his camera.

"See who?"

"Her," he said, pointing to the screen, and then glancing up, eyes flitting frantically over the sand around us. 

"Haz, there's nobody in the picture," I said gently.

"Yes there is-- she was. She was right there not two seconds ago, didn't you--"

"Hi, Harry." Harry jumped about eight feet in the air and clutched his heart, turning to face the girl. She was beautiful, for one thing. Not the kind of beautiful that the Tomlinsons are (sharp features, long eyelashes, even skin tones) because anybody would look at a Tomlinson and think that about them. No, she was beautiful in an unconventional way. Some people probably didn't find her all that beautiful, but to me, it was a no-brainer. She had fair skin and hair that was so light blonde that it looked almost white. Her eyes were the lightest shade of gray I've ever seen, and her lips were sickeningly pink. Frankly, she looked like a ghost.

"Who-- ah, what? Who are you?" Harry asked. I frowned at him, trying to scold him for being rude, but he paid no attention to me.

"Are you Lillith?" Louis asked, eyes narrowed. When his sentence finished, he captured his top lip into his mouth and chewed on it in thought.

"Hi," she smiled. "Didn't think it'd be that easy. Can I sit?" 

"Sure," Liam said. He moved  so that he and Louis were sharing a chair, and she slipped into his seat.

"Nice to properly meet you," I said, finally realizing who she was. She was the girl, the one from the house of criminals. I don't know how she knows who I am-- who we are, but it gives me an uneasy feeling.

"What do you mean?" Lillith asked, raising her eyebrows at me. "We've had classes together since last year."

I felt an intense pang of guilt settle in my stomach. I glaced at Louis, whose face seemed to twist up in recognition. How did he know who she was, if he hadn't realized that she went to Nolan with us?

"Are you... uh, here on vacation?" Louis asked.

"Not exactly," she said, smiling bitterly. "I just saw you and thought I'd come apologize for what happened to you. I mean, obviously it was your fault for breaking in, but--"

"You know that was us?" Harry asked, cutting her off.

"You left your bikes," she reminded him. 

I wondered how she could recognize those bikes as ours, but then I realized that were the only five people that were odd enough to do something like that. I mean, my bike was covered in stickers from each phase of my life since I got it. There was no way a proper criminal would ride a bike like that. Harry's was mostly purple, because he'd inherited it from Gemma, and there were still traces of glitter, even after we'd all spent the afternoon scraping it off and repainting it. A criminal wouldn't ride a glittery bike. Apart from criminals, the school freaks were the only logical answer.

"Doesn't explain why you're here," Zayn pointed out. 

"I hardly think that's important. I just wanted to tell you that I know," she smiled. She glanced sideways at Harry, eyeing him timidly. 

"Know what?" Liam asked, leaning forward a bit.

"Well, for one thing, I know that you two are dating," she said. "And I know all about Harry and Miss Flack. That's why she transferred, right?"