Cherry Bomb [h.s]

6

The sun lapped at my skin, the salt in the air filling my senses. The constant crash of the waves brought a calming sense to the otherwise chaotic beach. 

Although I had lived in Jersey for a while, I had never once gone to the beach. I didn't really have anything against it, it just wasn't something I went out of my way to do. But now that I was here, I could see the appeal. 

"We have a tent set up," Zayn informs us, leading me, Willow, and Amber through the sand. I looked ahead, seeing a large white tent about 100 ft away. No one was there yet, but Zayn told us that the rest of the guys would arrive soon. 

We reach the tent, and I wasn't surprised to see that it had luxurious seating areas and coolers filled with alcohol. There were even fans set up around the vicinity to keep cool. 

I find a pool-side style chair to set my bag down, then shrug off my thin red and black patterned cover-up, leaving me in just a strappy black bikini and jean shorts. Then I bring out my sunscreen and start rubbing it into my skin. I  try to get as much of it as I can, I definitely don't want to look like a lobster for our first show. 

"Spencer," Amber calls to me from a chair a few feet away, "Get my back?" She holds out a bottle of sunscreen, shaking it from side to side. 

"Only if you return the favor," I agree, then walk over and take the sunscreen from her. I open the top and squeeze a generous amount into my hand. "Turn around."

She obeys, turning her back towards me and pulling her long locks out of the way. I lather the sunscreen all over her back and shoulders, making sure to cover each inch of skin. My hands graze over the straps of her deep purple bikini and red sundress as I finish up.

"Okay, now me," I say, turning around and pulling my hair out of the way like she did. I stop myself from jumping when the cool lotion hits my skin. Amber's slim hands travel all over my back and shoulders, rubbing the sunscreen in. 

"Are we shooting a porno or something?" An Irish voice asks loudly, making me laugh. 

Niall makes his way to us, shirtless and wearing a pair of bright blue swim trunks and red framed sunglasses. He has a cheeky smile on his face. 

"We were, but you just missed it," I tell him with a shrug, "Sorry, better luck next time."

Amber finishes up, then steps around to stand beside me, wiping her hands on her red sundress. She takes a second to look Niall up and down, then finally smiles and introduces herself. 

"I'm Amber," she says and holds out her hand. 

"I'm Niall," he shakes her hand, then turns his attention to the other side of the tent.

"That Zayn's sister?" He asks, nodding towards Willow in her baby blue top and black jean shorts.

"Yeah, she's kind of shy." I explain.

He nods and walks over to her, being a little more calm as he introduces himself.

She shrinks into Zayn at first, but soon manages to crack a genuine smile.

Before I know it, she's laughing loudly and conversing with Niall enthusiastically. I almost never see her come out of her shell like this, except for when she's drunk.

"This your band?" I hear Liam shout out now, approaching the tent with Louis. They're both carrying large bags stuffed with towels and other beach supplies.

"Yeah, this is Amber." I introduce her to them.

"Hello," Louis greets her, shoving his bag further up his shoulder to keep it from sliding off.