"Is this too small?" I asked, lifting my arms. The shirt not even covering half of my stomach. Daisy laughed so hard to the point where she had tears in her eyes. "The face you just pulled."
"I think it looks pretty good." I said, she wiped under her eyes. "Harry!" Hero screamed. "Oh, she's mad." Daisy whispered. "Stop fucking trying my shirts on. You're gonna rip it."
"Oh, no I already ripped it." She smacks my arm. "Get it off! You ripped the arms!"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry girl." Marz walks in, stopping in her place before she just started cackling. "What the fuck is happening?" Zayn asked. Causing a traffic jam by the door. "Oh my god."
"You fucking idiot." Daisy was crying, every time she'd calmed down it just got worse. I wasn't even sure what started this, I just got bored and she left her door open.
"Harry put your eyebrows together." Zayn asked, which I did, like an idiot. The sound of the tear was enough to make her completely lose it. But now I was running for my life with a shirt stuck to my chest. "Wait! Wait no! I can't run this much!"
"You just ruined my shirt!" I know laughing was in my best interests, but I know it looked dumb. None of them even helped, they'd just followed my chase down to the pool.
"Get back here! I'm going to kill you!" She caught up soon enough, tackling me into the pool and pushing me to the bottom.
Getting it off my body was going to be a lot harder now. It was fucking heavy. "I'll help you pay for new material." I said through a laugh. "You're a fucking idiot. But also, now it's like, practically a corset, it's cute but I still hate you. That took me six hours to make."
"I'm sorry. I didn't even mean to get it that far down. Once I got it past my ribs it just sort of fell. Fits like a glove." I joked. "Yeah if that glove is extra fucking small."
"Rude." I set the shirt to the side, looking over at the sunset. "Hey it's orange." Zayn cheers. "Orange and pink, oh my god, Marz it's a match made in heaven."
"You're really annoying when you're happy." She mumbled. "Did you guys wanna walk on the beach? There's a fair on the pier." Daisy said. "Fair?" Isadora asked. "You've never been to the fair?"
"She was banned from having fun when she made those glitter bombs in her science class." Isadoras smile grows. "Oh so that's not just a you thing?"
"Who do you think taught me everything I know? You would, love the pier. It's got all the lights and the teddies your heart could desire." Louis nudges her arm. "And ice cream."
"Yes. That too. You wanna go?" She nods. "Yes. Okay, I need to change and then we'll get going." Lifting Hero out of the pool. I heard a squeal as she stumbled onto the floor. "You can't just lift me up like that without warning."
"Sorry." She bites my arm, jumping back quickly. "What the fuck are you made of? Why did that hurt my teeth."
"Oh I'm sorry my muscles reacted in fear and hurt your teeth. You can't just bite people."
**
"What- is this?" Isadora holds up the candy floss with it stuck to her nose. "That, is candy floss, pure sugar. It's great right?" She nods.
"Hey, guess what? I found a photobooth, it's not super big but it's like, good enough. We should all squeeze in and get a few."
"That's like, twenty dollars worth of pictures. You know that right?" Zayn asked. "Okay? Harry can pay for it."
"Yeah. Harry can pay for it- oh, by the way," I turn to Zayn, fixing whatever he had going on. "When we get back, I need you to help me fake my death so that I can get 500 million dollars and then, I will buy you, an— ice cream."
