You Never Know... (A One Direction Fan-Fiction) *Under Reconstruction*

Chapter 4

Date- January 10th

Place- At the Hotel

Time- 5:00 P.M.

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«Zayn»

I snap the back of my bathing suit on and sigh, pushing in my cleavage differently so that it looks nice inside my bikini.

It still feels weird to be honest. One moment I'm the "Bradford Bad Boi" that everyone knows and loves, one of the most famous boys in all over the world, and next I'm a sappy girl who cries over "The Fox and the Hound!"

I'm serious, that movie is sad as Hell! When the grandma has to put Todd back out into the wild? Fucking gets me...

I pull up my bottom half of my complete zebra bikini and grab a hold of my hips and twist to the side.

I looked sexy to say the least. I ruffle my hair a bit and smile, showing pearly white teeth.

After looking at myself for a few more seconds I exit the bathroom to see three girls tapping their feet with their arms crossed.

"Do you have to take so long?" Liam asks and runs into the bathroom before Harry could squirm between me and the door, and before Niall could crawl between my tan legs.

"Damn it," Harry whispers and stomps her foot. Recrossing her arms and huffing with a pout on her face.

"Well. This is awkward," Niall mumbles as she slowly retraces her crawling steps beneath me and eventually gets to her feet once more. I look at her with raised eyebrows, and she lifts her hands into the air in a defensive manner. "Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do!" She says, and Harry snorts from behind her.

"I'm glad no one else heard that," she says while heading back over to the bed she and Louis share.

Louis was standing there with a confused look on her sharp face before she brightens up instantly and smiles at me. "You look nice," she says and turns to enter one of the closets. "I'm gonna change into my bikini in here."

Harry, Niall, and I groan and look at her with pleading eyes. Niall smacks her forehead with her hand, and Harry keeps her arms crossed but shifts to one of her legs.

"I thought we got over the self conscious factor. Remember? At the dressing rooms?" I cry out, but Louis glares at me and raises an eyebrow.

"It's not that I'm self conscious, boys. It's the fact that I know that you two still have minds of men," she grumbles while sticking her finger out at us. "I'm not taking any chances," she huffs and wags her finger before closing the closet door behind her.

We all sigh. She does have a point. Oh this mind of mine.

Harry turns and takes off her shirt, pulling it off over her head and throwing it on her bed.

My eyes immediately widen, and Niall bursts into a fit of giggles. Seeing half naked women always gets him giggly.

I turn my back and huff with a soft blush on my cheeks. "Right in front of me? Really? God, Harry," I mumble out and raise my hands to slowly rub at my eyes.

"Hey, we're all women. I'm not going to wait forever just to be turned down again at the bathroom door. I'm changing whether any of you like it or not. Jeez, it's like it's a sin to change in front of other people."