{ON HOLD} Melt|Zauren

M.24

"Feel my legs, aren't they soft?" I wiggled my eyebrows placing my right leg on my bed. Camila rubbed her hand across it and nodded. "Freshly shaved," I said and double checked my beach bag to make sure I had a change of clothes. "Why am I freaking out about this more than you? It really is like we've switched places." Camila laughed at that and nodded her head.
"It really is. It's kind of starting to get weird. I think I would be way more excited if I didn't have this freaking cast on my arm." She lifted her arm up and made a face. "It's like, no matter how cute I try to be in my bikini for Harry's attention, I've still got this big cast ruining my life. Nine more days. I will not miss this thing." Camila layed her head back on a pillow.

I adjusted the string securing my bikini top and remembered who I was going to the beach with. "I'm so happy," I suddenly said. "Zayn makes me really happy, and I never saw any of this happening between he and I when we first spotted him at Pachecho's. I hate being insanely corny, but-" I couldn't even muster up the words. I let out a squeal and threw my arms up. I fell back onto my bed and smiled at the cieling.

"This is so cute!" Camila sighed. "I have a feeling that he's going to ask you out soon." I sat up excitedly.
"You think?! I kind of feel that way too but I don't want to get my hopes too high." My phone buzzed and I got a text from Zayn. "They're here," I said.

Zayn got out the car and popped open the trunk, taking our things. Camila called shot gun beside Harry. Zayn agreed to drive his car back if Harry drove there. "Are the others on their way?" I asked. Zayn laughed grabbing my bags and loading them in. "They're already there," he said.
"Seriously?" He nodded his head closing the trunk. "They got there maybe ten minutes ago. It should just take a little less than half an hour to get there anyway."

The entire car ride to the beach consisted of Camila and Harry fighting over which radio station to listen to and then Zayn made them listen to the 1975, which no one complained about.

Once we got to the beach, it took almost ten minutes to find parking, and then we had to call the others to figure out where they were. Eventually, everything got situated. I placed my towel out and watched as everyone frolicked into the freezing water. I slipped off my chanclas. Zayn was already topless. In that moment I realized just how many tattoos he had.

I pulled my sundress over my head and let it fall on top of my things. Zayn had a smirk on his face. "Well, my, my, my... damn you look good." I laughed, rolling my eyes and nudged him. "Oh shut up."

"I will not be kept quiet from letting the truth be told."

Zayn took forever to brave it out and get into the water, but after a while of letting the water splash against his legs, he did it.

"Let's play chicken!" Dinah clapped her hands together, splashing water on Niall's face. "What in the bloody hell is chicken?" Liam asked with confusion tracing his expression. "It's when you put a person on your shoulders and you duke it out, and whoever falls off loses. Last team standing, wins," Normani explained.

"So, it's shoulder wars," Harry said.

"Whatever you want to call it. So you guys in or not?" Dinah asked.

Everyone agreed, except Louis who was going to make sure that no one was cheating.

"We are going to absolutely domimate this game," Zayn said grasping tightly to my legs. I kept my hands on top of his head to keep my balance until Louis shouted, "Go!" The game was getting heated. The first people down were Niall and Dinah and then Camila and Harry.

"It's on now," Normani rubbed her hands together. "You heard the lady," Liam said.

"We will not lose," Zayn said.