He has my heart. L.s.

17

We get back just in time for Liam to tell us to get dressed and for Eleanor to freak out on Louis. Liam wants to take the boat out further into the water, Perrie as magically convinced Zayn to join. By magically I mean she promised something dirty to him.

I have a towel hanging over my shoulder my bare torso paler than a snowman. I notice that Zayn has a few tattoos covering his arms and stomach and shoulders. Louis has certainly has tattoos all over which are sexier than anything I've ever seen. Louis stares at me letting his eyes linger a little, we all head toward the boat.

"Hey Liam you know how to drive these things right?" Zayn calls nervously running to catch up with him. Louis falls into step with me.

"What happened to the yellow shorts?" He asks. "I like these ones better."

"I got rid of them," I shrug. He nods. "You remember them?" He nods laughing.

"They were brighter than the fucking sun!" He laughs, I lightly push him.

When we are finally far enough out in the boat the girls dive in swimming around Liam tackles Niall in. I jump in pulling Louis with me. Zayn stays on the boat. Louis and I splash each other all of us howling with laughter, Louis swims away a little motioning me to follow him. I do. Once we are out of everyone's way, he kisses me. "Sorry I just really want to kiss you," he mumbles against my lips.

"Stay in my room tonight then," I wink swimming away.

We all swim for hours, Liam and Zayn begin to fish.
I get back on the boat laying out in the sun on the deck, Louis sits by me I throw a towel over my face.
I can feel the suns harsh rays on my ribs, along with something else.

"Louis?" I question. "What are you doing?"

"You have a scar on your chest," he mumbles. "Is that from?"

"Yes. I don't want to talk about it," I say. I hear him sigh, honestly I don't want to talk about it, he knows what happened. My eyes close welcoming the darkness, my body relaxes.

***-

We all head back to the beach, swimming wares you out. All I want to do is sleep and eat cookies. I have a bit of a sweet tooth. The boat docks Liam tying it to the dock and I walk up toward the house realizing I didn't take my phone with me. I get to my room grabbing a pair of joggers changing staying shirtless. I pick up my phone seeing I have seven miss calls from my father, fear strikes me in my body. I quickly call him back walking outside while everyone else is in the house, not worrying what their parents are doing.

"Hello?" A gruff grumpy voice asks, only slurring slightly.

"H-hey," I stutter.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? I thought I told you to always pick up my calls!" He snaps harshly.
"I called the house almost ten times and then your cell!"

I flinch at his tone. "S-sorry, I'm not home, I'm at the beach. Mum must be out."

"Why the hell are you at the beach? Huh? Why would that whore be out? She has no one to go out with!" His voice grows in volume causing me to pull the phone from my ear.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! You just wait until I get home you little piece of shit faggot! You're worthless!" He snaps the phone drops silent. I hang up biting my lip trying to keep from tears spilling, he basically threatened me and then verbally abused me. The best father award goes to him. I walk in, everyone is sprawled out in the living area watching a movie on the Telly.

"Who was on the phone?" Perrie asks harmlessly.

"Just my Dad," I answer. "Hey swimming uh wore me out, I think I'm going to turn in."