Waifs and Strays II - M.A.D. [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Ten

"Have you seen those fucking waves, guys? Damn!" Carlos exclaims when we exit the yellow hut at the beach for the hundredth time. "Pick up your smelly feet, losers! I'd like to be done with this shit before the sun is down."

Michael laughs, leading our group of five down the stairs into the sand. "Could you try and cram some more swear words in there, mate?" he smirks.

"Yes. Chill, nerd. We're almost finished," I agree with a chuckle.

The sun is shining for the first time in days and it has actually managed to heat up the air to a moderate temperature.

We make our way across the beach, once more, heading towards our cars. All day, we have been loading them up with our stuff and driving them back and forth between our old and our new home. The few pieces of furniture we own and our entire contents of the storage halls have been stuffed into the green hut that the Shark Heads use for their excess belongings. A lot of our things didn't fit in there after all, so some of it has been placed underneath the beach huts which are built on eight feet stilts. It's not ideal but we're not planning on staying with them for too long.

There is not much stuff left in the cars and this was the last load of our belongings that we wanted to take with us. Harry and I take our duffle bags from the passenger seat of the jeep and join the others to walk back to our assigned hut. The Shark Heads have two residence huts. One for the younger gang members, one for us. We will all have to squeeze in a little but luckily the huts have separate rooms. I would've gotten really annoyed by fifteen other fools in the same room as me, farting and snoring, all night.

"You know what? If you stop whining already, I'll teach you the basics, when we're done," Michael offers with rolling eyes, as we pick up on their conversation again.

Carlos shakes his head with a grin. "Heard you're complete shit, Mike. I think, I'll stick with Ashton. Maybe you can join us and practice some more, as well," he sneers, pushing him to the side with his shoulder.

Michael looks at Ashton with an open jaw, after having successfully broken his fall. "Are you seriously spreading rumors to make yourself look better, Irwin?" he scoffs playfully, turning towards Carlos again and adding, "He's shit on the board, believe me. We've had to save him from drowning, multiple times this year."

"Oh Mikey, Mikey," Ashton smirks deviously. "Don't worry about your reputation. They will soon all be able to see just how pathetic your skills are, now that they are moving in with us."

Michael puts his box down with force when we arrive back at the hut. "Oh yes, they will see who of us is better, Ashton. They'll see it with their own eyes," he snorts, flipping his mate off and turning around to go back to the cars, one last time. Carlos sniggers and follows him.

The rest of us decide that they can manage the remainder of items without us. There were only some stray blankets left in the van.

Ashton jerks his head to signify us to follow him before he starts up the wooden stairs of the hut.

"Alright, now I talked Calum into moving in with Luke and Michael, for the time of your stay," he tells us when we walk through the entrance.

There are five doors in the small corridor but I know that another room can be reached through the kitchen to the right. Niall nods his head to me, arranging his doss next to the refrigerator with a less than impressed look on his face.

We walk past Ed's bedroom, opposite the kitchen and towards the second door on the left. "I thought that Harry and you would probably prefer staying with me instead of anybody else," he says, opening his door and holding it for us to walk through with a pleased smile.