The Perfect Mistake (Larry Stylinson)

15. Fun at the Beach

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"Never have I felt more satisfied than I do right now," I stated happily, patting my stomach with a content smile. Louis chuckled.

"The first time's always the greatest," He agreed with a fond grin. It was the day after my first hunt and I couldn't have felt more full and proud of myself.

"Is it bad that I look forward to doing that again?" I asked, my smile dropping a bit.

"No, not really. Well at least not to me. Anyways, go and change already! We don't have all day," Louis joked with a wink, shoving me off in the direction of the stairs. I stuck my tongue out childishly before running up them and entering my room in less than two seconds. Whoa, I'm still not used to this speed thing... I quickly shoved on a pair of swimming trunks and a loose tank top, slipping on some flip-flops then grabbing a random towel from the bathroom after. Once I was done I headed back downstairs, eyes going wide at what I saw.

On the couch was sat Louis, wearing nothing but swim trunks as he laughed that melodious laugh of his, gaze fixed on the TV screen. I gulped, fists clenching at my sides as I continued to watch him, noticing things about him that I definitely hadn't before.

The crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the way they shined brightly when he was happy. They looked like the ocean and in that moment, I swear I was swimming in them. And his smile... Oh man, it was breathtaking; wide and showing off his pearly whites. The way his nose scrunched up was beyond adorable too.

Why am I suddenly noticing these things? Whatever, now's not the time to be thinking about this...

"Ready?" I questioned, shaking the thoughts from my head. No need to ruin today. He glanced at me then back to the TV, nodding his head and turning it off. He stood up and stretched, showing off the way his muscles flexed, his flawless tan skin, and oh my God what is wrong with me? I did not just think that. He chuckled and my head snapped over to him, my face scrunching up in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's go," He said dismissively, a small smile ghosting on his lips as he motioned for me to follow him. After he, sadly, put on a shirt and slipped on his Vans, grabbed his towel, the keys and his phone, we made our way out of the house, him heading over to the sidewalk while I went for the car.

"We're not taking the car?" I asked when I noticed that he was staring at me questioningly.

"Why would we? The beach is just down the street Hazza," He said with a roll of his eyes, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I've never even been out of the UK before, so how in the fuck was I supposed to know that?

"Hazza?" My brow rose questioningly as I stopped mid-step, having been in the process of making my way over to him. His eyes went wide.

"Oh, uh, sorry. It sorta slipped out..." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at the ground. A grin made its way onto my face and I forced myself to move once more, closing the distance between us and draping my arm over his shoulder, crushing him in a side hug.