Back To The Future || 1D ||

Splashes and flashes

"The great Freddie Tommo is coming!" A scream tore the dry air of that summer's day. The villa  was crowded with many people, mostly families, (except a poor Josh, the single friend of those bunch of idiots, who had not even married and who was struggling with a barbecue almost broken) all caught up in different things.

The scream was followed by a bombshell dive in the pool, performed perfectly by the guy, who lifted an amount of water to completely wet, from the tip of the hair to the toes, the two guys sitting by the pool.

The first of the two was a small and slim girl, with dark brown wavy hair to frame her face. She was, according to all her relatives and friends, the spitting copy of her father: same dark hair with waving moves tending to the hedgehog, same green eyes, and even those pretty dimples.

But if Harry Styles, in his days, had been a great playboy, witty and a bit reserved, his daughter was completely the opposite. It may have been her mother's genes, or maybe her grandparents' genes, or the frequent contagion of her father's idiot best friends, but Anne Gemma Styles was a hothead.

"Idiot!" Yelled Anne, shaking her legs in the water and giving an annoyed look at Freddie, who, meanwhile, had approached the two. " You're a fucking idiot." She growled, covering her white costume which had now become almost transparent, with the two arms available. 

"Hey, you had the genious idea to put on a white costume." Freddie grimaced and rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows that white becomes transparent if you wet it with water" and then smiled, with that arrogant look that only he had. 

His light brown hair, almost blond, was all moved to the side, stuck in half on the head. The blue eyes, clearly inherited from his father Louis Tomlinson, were lively. And Freddie had inherited not only the eyes from his father, but also his madness and his energy.

"In fact, I didn't want to wet this fucking costume!" Anne blurted. "Annie, you should do some breathing exercises for anger control."

"Fuck you." 

The second boy sat by the pool, snorted loudly, interrupting the two; he got up, grabbed a towel on the deck chair next to them and handed it to Anne, who covered herself immediately, not without emitting a sigh of relief. 

" You'll have to stop bickering at some point. Do you realize how old you are?" He said, with his calm and powerful tone of voice, his fast-talking London stood out in the conversation. The tone filled with the patience of those who throughout their lives have had to deal with quarrels like those.

"I am twenty-one. Anne is the baby." Freddie laughed at her. Taking off his white smile. Anne grunted annoyed and Tomlinson continued: "I mean, you're only fifteen". "I'm 17, you idiot."

Bear Payne settled his hair on his forehead and snorted loudly, again, anticipating yet another fight between Anne Gemma Styles and Freddie Reign Tomlison.

To distract them, however, was a shrill shriek that came from the other side of the pool, where a tanned twelve years old girl was sitting. Her blond hair was gathered in a messy bun, and the chubby red cheeks were pulled up, in a wild laugh. 

" Uncle Louis is drowning!" And the girl pointed her finger to the poor uncle who, instead of being saved, found himself in the middle of the pool with a mini-Zayn on his back, which tried, in fact, to throw louis' head underwater, laughing as if it was a fun game.

 "Zack!" Zayn squealed with an inhuman scream, lying next to his wife on the deckchairs. But seeing that his son didn't decide to leave Louis alone, he called him again. 

" Zack Malik, I swear, if you don't stop torturing Louis, Mom won't make you any more pudding." He threatened. 

Zayn's wife, Gigi Hadid, lifted her sunglasses and put them in the blonde hair, arched an eyebrow. " What a great threat, Daddy Zayn." She taunted him affectionately, then burst into a crystal-clear laugh and shaking her head, waving her bright golden hair.