OneSummer (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

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I rubbed my wrinkly hands over my chilled shoulders. I was sitting on the shore, watching the sunset and waiting for Connor to come back. If he did decide to come back.

I felt someone's presence beside me.

I turned and saw Harry sitting there, leaning back on his hands and kicking his feet into the tide.

"Wow," he said, gazing out at the sunset.

I leaned into the space on his chest between his right arm and his torso.

"Beautiful, right?" I asked as I pulled my knees tighter to my chest.

"Enchanting."

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Came to make sure you were still living."

"Oh how sweet, Harry!"

"Liam made me do it."

"Figures," I laughed as a cool breeze blew by and I shivered.

"Cold?" Harry asked.

"Well its in the 60s and all I'm wearing is a bikini," I replied.

He smiled down at me, chuckling and revealing his dimples. "Here," he said.

He removed his own black hoodie, revealing his bare torso.

"Arms up," he said.

I unfolded my arms from my knees and held them up for him to slip the sweatshirt over my body. The cotton smelled like his cologne and it instantly warmed me.

"Thanks," I said, stretching the much-too-large garment over my folded-up legs.

"No problem," he replied. "Now hurry up and come in, we're all going out for supper."

"Kay, I'll just be a minute."

He left me sitting there. I looked down the beach once more, but among the stragglers on the shores, I couldn't see Connor in the crowd.

"Hey there," I heard.

And to my shock, Connor stood above me.

"Connor!" I said.

He sat beside me.

"Sunset's gorgeous, right?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"How long are you here for, Darby?" Connor asked me.

"All month," I replied.

"Should've known. The Styles' always stay for at least a month."

"Oh, so you know Harry?"

"Sort of. But I've never met any of those friends of his. And I've never seen you around either."

"Oh, the guys have been coming here for a couple of summers now, but I've never come. I've been living in Ireland."

"Graduated yet?"

"High school, yeah. I just turned eighteen."

"Same here. Any college plans?"

"Nah, I want to-"

"Travel for a year?"

"Exactly! I'm actually going to be going on tour with the boys."

"Sounds fun!"

"Yeah!"

"So....are you and Harry....together?"

I was shocked at the question. "OH, no. Nonononono. Harry is my friend."

"Strictly friends?"

"Why so interested?" I countered.

"Well I'd like to know I won't be attacked by 5 pop stars if I asked for your number."

We exchanged phone numbers and then Connor had to head home. He left me there on the sand, butterflies threatening to lift my stomach out of my body via my throat.

I ran inside smiling and headed upstairs for a shower. I let the hot water run over my dry, sand covered skin, and after washing my hair I hopped out, wrapped up in a towel, and walked across the hall to the room I shared with Niall.

But when I came in, a shirtless Harry Styles was rummaging through the closet.

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES!" I yelled.

He turned to me, terrified, and saw me standing there in a towel and quickly turned back to the closet, throwing his hands up in the air in defense.

"Niall told me I could borrow a shirt! I'm sorry! Do you need me to get out?"

"Grab a shirt and go, you idiot."

Harry turned to me. "I'm no idiot, Darby."

Just then, Niall entered the room. Great, how many guys needed to see me in a towel?

"Harry? Darby? What the-"

"Niall!" I yelled.

"Why is he-"

"Out! Both of you!"

Harry grabbed a black polo and rushed out behind Niall. I went to go shut the door, and AGAIN, one of the guys is coming down the hall.

Louis Tomlinson gave me the once-over.

He reached for the door knob, yelled, "Put some clothes on, young lady!" and then slammed the door.

"What was that, Louis?" I heard Eleanor call.

"Uh...nothing, honey," Louis replied. The quick tapping of his feet on the floor told me that he was rushing downstairs to escape further questioning.

I laughed and started to get dressed. I put my bathing suit up to dry and set Harry's hoodie on the bed. I changed into a navy romper with little purple and pink flowers on it. I paired it with purple flats and hung a gold flower necklace around my neck.  I wore my curly hair down after taming it with some mousse, and I was ready for a night out.