Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson

A Day Without Taylor...Sort Of

So horribly long. So sorry. Please don’t hate me. I love you for reading. Please comment! Going to update a lot on break I hope.

Louis POV

“I’m bored lads, there’s nothing to do!” I whine to Zayn, Niall, Harry and Liam, who are all comfortably lying on beach chairs, without a care in the world.

“We’re all actually quite happy like this mate!” Niall replies laughing.

“Agreed.” Harry adds, the others nod in assent and I’m left to be bored on my own.

“Harry! I thought at least you’d take my side!” I cry to him.

“Sorry, but it’s nice to relax, you should try it some time.” He suggests, not helping at all.

“I wish Taylor was here, I bet she’d do something fun with me.” I say huffing, picturing her face…and body.

“Oh I’m sure there are many fun things you’d like to do with her.” Niall laughs.

“Zayn’s asleep but I’m sure he’d agree with me, to have a girlfriend you actually have to like her for more than just her body.” Liam comments seriously, but with a hint of a smile.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch Liam, they’re just joking, I’m not like that.” I assure him chuckling.

“That’s’ likely.” I hear Harry mutter under his breath and I reach over to punch him.

I give up after that, figuring nobody is going to help me here; I keep talking though, knowing it’ll irritate them. I throw in a comment about how I wish Taylor was here every once and a while, because I really wish she was.

Even though yesterday I thought it might not be too bad to have a day without her, I have since changed my mind.

I see Harry take out his phone and start typing what I figure is a text message.

“Who ya texting there Harry?” I ask smirking.

“I’m sure you won’t care.” He replies not meeting my eyes.

“I’m sure I will.” I tell him.

“Too bad for you then.” He states with a straight face.

I don’t reply and just lay back on my beach chair, as if I’ve accepted defeat, yeah right! After a minute or two Harry sets his phone down beside himself on the sand.

He closes his eyes and I reach over to grab his phone, none of the other boys notice and go to open it up. It’s locked. I think for a second and then remember his password, he’d told me a while ago, not sure why though, it just gives me access to all his stuff.

I go to his text messaging icon and open it, his most recent conversation is with Taylor, and I wonder why he’s talking to her. She’s mi – I stop the thought, she’s not mine, I wish she was but at the moment she’s not.

None the less I select the conversation and look through the messages feeling like I’m doing something horribly wrong. The messages are a lot about me; Harry keeps mentioning how whipped I am. Is it really that obvious?

The last couple messages Harry’s inviting her over to eat dinner with us, because he thinks I want to see her, the kid knows me so well. But apparently she’s not going to be here for another 4 or 5 hours. I can’t wait that long. I quickly type a message pretending to be Harry.

You know love, maybe you should just come now, he keeps asking about you.

I sneak a glance at Harry who seems to be nearly asleep and completely unaware of me tapping away at his phone. I sit and wait for a moment, awaiting Taylor’s reply and then it finally comes.