Her Name is...

Chapter 18

My birthday was fun, the boys put on a disturbing play about my birth. We ate a half melted ice cream cake and swam in the lake way too soon afterwards. I couldn't help the small amount of guilt I still felt in my stomach but Harry seemed to be over the entire ordeal. The idea of calling my mother also knawed at my insides. I watched as everybody splashed around in the lake shivering slightly at the cold air on my wet skin. Harry climbed out of the water and plopped beside me. 

"You look way too sad for a birthday girl" he said raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm not sad" I combated, "this is my thinking face" 

"And what are you thinking about?" he asked me. I gave a dramatic sigh, 

"how i'm finally the dancing queen" I decided on humour. 

"The what now?" he asked me a small and confused laugh escaping his mouth. 

"Dancing Queen, like 'dancing queen only 17' from Mamma Mia?" I asked him. 

He shrugged, "never heard of it". My mouth literally fell open, "you've never seen Mamma Mia?" I asked. 

"Should I have?" 

"Yes. Tonight, everybody watches Mamma Mia" I decided. It was too much of a classic to not be watched. After I shouted that out I got a shout of support from Louis. 

"What a theatre geek" I mumbled to myself, he had infact been Danny in Grease the musical when he was in highschool. 

"Happy birthday" Harry said with a smile, "how does being a dancing queen feel?" 

"Great" I replied. The sun was setting on the horizon setting a pinkish glow over us. His skin and hair was a golden colour, he looked ethereal. 

I cupped his face with my palm pulling his face towards me and meeting our lips in a soft kiss. I would never get over how soft his lips were. They moved against mine almost expertly. I let out a small sigh of content, his hands were cold from the water but I couldn't care too much as they gripped my sides. I realized suddenly we were in a high state of undress, being in bathing suits. Taking this to my advantage I broke the kiss and scooted closer, I wrapped my legs around his torso sitting on the blanket between his legs. 

"Noah?" he asked as we awkwardly shifted around. 

"Comfy" I replied a smile on my face. I threaded my arms under his and held his shoulders so we were pressed together. Wet skin on wet skin and then tilted my head to the sky to view the sunset. His hands which now lacked the previous chill tentativley wrapped around my back and after some time roamed to where they were rubbing my back lazily. The sun had all but gone away leaving only traces of the gold when I finally brought my head back to face Harry. 

"I'm really happy right now" I told him. 

He looked slightly shocked at the random admittance but smiled, "i'm glad" he replied.

"Are you?" I asked him and he furrowed his brow as if to question what I was referring to. 

"Happy?" I asked nudging him with my arm. 

"Yeah" he said somewhat thoughtfully. A soaking wet Louis rolled onto the blanket beside us with a dramatic sigh,

"I am gonna throw up," he announced making a gagging noise to prove it. Harry kicked his leg, "shut up Lou, i've heard you all sappy on the phone with Hannah"

"Ooooh Hannah" Zayn teased with a squeal coming over dripping lake water on us. 

"Whatever," Louis mumbled sitting up and kicking at a turned up root. There was a look of vulnerability in his eyes that flashed for a second. And as much as I wanted to ask what was bothering him, I doubted he would say anything infront of the boys. 

"Alright then team, lets get warm and watch um..." Liam began walking up and clapping his hands like a kindergarten teacher trying to get everybody's attention. 

"Mamma mia, you idiot" Louis said tossing a stick he had found at Liam, "learn your musicals"

"At least i'm not some theatre geek who-" the two began a row and Harry sighed. 

"They'll tire each other out soon" he said with an eye roll. The two didn't seem to tire easily though as they bickered throughout the entire way back to the bungalow. 

"ENOUGH!" Niall bellowed once Louis had started to replay Liam's first audition on repeat. 

"I hate that song!" he sighed grabbing the phone from Louis grip. 

"Hey!" Liam scowled at Niall. 

"I hate it here" Zayn mumbled in a way that only sounded like half a joke. 

A warm hand clapped down on my shoulder and Harry stood behind me. "Wanna use this diversion, to get to the showers before all the warm water is gone?" he suggested. I did a once over of the room before nodding and we slowly slipped out of the lounger. 

"Do they do that often?" I asked Harry as I rummaged through my bags for comfy clothes.

"Every waking moment" he groaned flopping back on the bed with a sigh. "I think one of them might just up and leave the band, or maybe stage a coup and try and get the other to leave". I placed my clothes on the dresser making my way over to him. 

"It seems like brotherly bickering, I don't think anybody's gonna leave" I tried to comfort him. Harry wrapped his arm over his eyes and sighed, 

"I just want to release this album already, then we get a break" his voice nearly cracked as he spoke which tore my heart into pieces. I had barely seen anything, but they all seemed so tired. Maybe because it was the beginning they had to work so hard, but a little piece of me panged at the thought of them getting overworked. 

"You're almost there Hazza," I mumbled. Although my bathingsuit was still damp I wrapped my arms around him and lay slightly atop him, "you're so close to getting everything you want". His brown curls bounced as he shifted his arm from his face. 

He gave a weak smile, "yeah" he yawned adorably. I peeled myself off him, not knowing to be embarresed about the two wet boob stains I had left on his grey top but he just poked the center of them, 

"If i were a girl reckon i'd have four boobs?" he asked a goofy grin overtaking his face. The joke was relieving so I shook my head at his sentence, 

"I'm going to shower this lake water off, then mamma mia!"