(BOOK 2) Summer Love - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Eight - Bathing Suits

Humming.  That’s what wakes you up the next morning.  You force your eyes open.  The humming continues as you get slowly out of bed, walk to the dresser, and open a drawer.  You look at your bikini and smile.  You were going to the beach with the boys today.  The humming grew louder.  You slam your dresser shut and swiftly open the door.  You walk down the hall.  Once you are around the corner, you nearly fall over backwards at the sight of Harry.

“HARRY!” you yell.

“What?” he asks, chuckling.

You cover your eyes in an attempt to block your view of Harry in only his boxers.

“I’m getting into my bathing suit,” Harry says.  “You wanna help?”

“Ugh, Harry!  Get some clothes on…” you mumble.

“What?  You don’t like this?” he asks, trying to sound surprised.

Before you have a chance to answer, Niall appears and spots Harry over the rail.  He bursts out laughing instantly.  Niall walks up the rest of the stairs and sits on the couch.

“I would have some privacy, you know,” Harry says.

“What?” you ask.

“If you wouldn’t have taken my bedroom.”

“That was your choice, Harry; and even if you had that bedroom, you would probably still be out here in your boxers,” you say.

Harry chuckles.

“You’re probably right…” he says.

Harry grabs his swimming trunks.

“I’ll go get changed in the bathroom downstairs,” he says.

As soon as he disappears down the steps, you look at Niall who is messing with his phone.

“Hey, Niall?” you say.

“Yeah?” Niall asks, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“I need to tell you something.  Yesterday…you didn’t hit your head,” you begin.  “I did.”

Niall stops messing with his phone and looks at you.

“Why would you do that?” he asks. 

Suddenly you hear Louis talking downstairs.

“Come into my room,” you tell him.

In your room, Niall sits on your bed and you lean against your dresser.

“Niall…yesterday, when the boys were gone…you were drunk,” you say.

Niall’s eyes grow wide.

“What?  No I wasn’t.  What are you talking about?” Niall asks. 

“Niall, you drank an entire bottle of wine,” you say.  “I came to check on you, and when I got there, you were drunk.”

“What…what happened?” he asks, knowing there must be more.

“You…you came after me,” you say.  “I ran, but you grabbed me and tackled me to the floor.”

Niall’s eyes get even wider.  He bows his head and stares at the floor.

“Then what?” he sighs.

“You kissed me…sloppily…over and over…” you say.

Niall slaps his hand on his forehead.

“I’m sorry, (Your Name)…” Niall appoligizes.

“Niall,” you stop him, “there’s more.”