Back to the Place Only You and I Share: Luke Hemmings//5SOS

Chapter 6

EMILIA P.O.V

I was awoken by the golden haze of the sunrise glowing from the peep in my curtains. The syrup colour filled the room and made my crisp white bed linen glow in the gentle Sunday morning rays.

There was a real buzzing atmosphere last night once everybody had arrived; though, that may have had something to do with my cousins' dramatic arrival. They pulled up late yesterday afternoon with their trailer, filled with wetsuits and surf boards, attached to their car with James lying in it, posing on the trailer as though he was some sort of lingerie model. If there's one thing that my cousins aren't, it's boring.

In fact, James and Tom were two of the funniest people I'd ever met; the pair of them had very outgoing personalities and both very much into water sports. However, because they were a couple of years older than me, they felt compelled to play 'parent' and sometimes the role of 'annoying older brother'- much to my dismay. They could be very protective over me sometimes and never passed an opportunity to embarrass me.

Deciding to finally get up and commence the first day of the holiday, I slipped on my baggy sweater that was long enough to not have to wear anything else. I scrunched my hair up into a messy bun and joined my family outside on the spot of green between both of our caravans where we were all "brunching" together.

It was tradition that on the first day we would all join together for breakfast (which, more often than not, ended up being lunch than breakfast.) When I was there, I always took advantage of the fact that my aunt and cousins where only next door. Normally, they lived a good two hours drive away from home and so any time spent with them is cherished. But here, I could see them whenever I wanted. And I loved that.

"Rise and shine, sweetie," my aunt said, handing me a plate as I took my seat at the large picnic table lined with a red and white polka-dot cloth my grandparents invested in many years ago for this specific reason.

"Oh, you decided to get up today then?" sniggered James.

"I'm only minutes into the first day of the holiday and you've already made a snarky comment." I rolled my eyes which only made him chuckle.

"Well, now that everyone is here," my granddad spoke up from the head of the table. "I'd like to say how lovely it is that we are finally all here together again," he said, raising his glass into the air. "Here's to yet another wonderful summer." My family members all mumbled and nodded in agreement as the sound of chinks of glass on glass filled the air before we all dug into the scrumptious feast of bacon, eggs, sausages and beans that was laid out in front of us.

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The ride to the beach had always been one of my favourite journeys. There was something I found comforting in the warm breeze on the open top bus and the view of the sparkling blue sea at the bottom of the hill, glistening in all its glory. Only adding to this bliss scenery was the faint shushing of the waves and vague laughter of children.

We hopped off the bus at the seafront and as we began to walk to our usual spot of beach, my hair was blowing effortlessly in the warm summers breeze and I inhaled the oceans divine scent-

I had never felt so content.

I was home.

"Hello, hello, hello!" Sally said as we reached our usual spot of beach and plopped our bags down in the cherry coloured beach hut that was all ours for the summer.

"Hiya." I smiled, jumping off the sea wall and onto the fine warm sand below; the feeling of it between my toes was something I had weirdly missed.