Where it all began

Chapter 21

"CANNONBALL" Louis shouted before jumping into the pool, causing a huge splash. We all laughed at his stupidity. He quickly surfaced then scattered out of the pool. "Holy fuck that's cold!" He shivered, entering the spa again. 

Everyone except Zayn and I were in the spa. I hopped out at about 7:30pm, so an hour ago now; but everyone else continued drinking about being loud except for Zayn who joined me soon after I got out.

I'd already showered and layered myself in warm clothes before snuggling up near the fire. The stars were shining bright tonight, and I couldn't help but stare. In the background of my thoughts, I heard faint strumming of a guitar. I looked over to see Zayn a couple of seats down softly and carefully strumming the instrument.

"I didn't know you played?" I smiled.

"Yeah" He shyly smiled "Niall's been teaching me"

"Aw cool. So.. Play on!" I instructed. He hesitated then started strumming the chords of Stay by Rihanna. It sounded gorgeous as an acoustic cover. "Will you sing? Pleaaase" I begged. I've always loved Zayn's voice. It was so unique and soothing.

"All along it was a fever

A cold sweat hot-headed believer

I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something,"

He said, "If you dare come a little closer."

Round and around and around and around we go

Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know.

Not really sure how to feel about it.

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you.

It takes me all the way.

I want you to stay"

He stopped there as Harry interrupted, calling from the spa.

"Tiarnaaa, babyyy!" He slurred "Will you get me another drink? Pleaaaaase" He begged, shaking his empty can.

"Harry.. Don’t you think you've had enough for one night?" I frowned.

"I'll take one too please!" Louis grinned childishly.

"I second that!" Niall added

"Anyone else?" I moaned.

"I'm good!" Eleanor giggled. Liam and Nicole were too caught up with each other’s faces that I didn't even bother.

***

Niall, Louis, Eleanor and Harry had all soon calmed down. They approached the fire, teeth chattering from the soft cold wind. Harry strolled over to the seat next to mine; clinging the towel around his body.

“Are you cold?” I asked. He simply nodded, as he rocked back and forth in his chair. I wrapped the towel that I used earlier around him, but it was still fairly wet. “C’mon, let’s get you some warm clothes.” I held out my hand for him to take. He grinned, as our hands clasped together. His cold hands sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t say anything.

“Are these yours?” I asked, holding up a pile of scrunched clothes lying on the kitchen’s bar stool.

“Ahh, there they are!” He stopped searching and made his way over to scoop them up.  He threw a hoodie over his damp curls, which flung right back into place. He shook his hair, causing droplets to scatter everywhere, before swooping the mess of curls over to one side.