TFM: Total Frat Move // h.s. [COMPLETE]

35

"Pack your bag, would you?" Martie scolded and laughed with me as I brushed my hair sitting on the foot of my bed.

I had spent all week trying to decide what I wanted to bring to Miami with us. We were leaving later on today to the airport and I still hadn't decided what I wanted to pack. Obviously frustrated at my procrastination, Natalie pulled out my suitcase and started folding my shorts for me.

"You're seriously the worst," Nat rolled her eyes as I shrugged my shoulders not giving two shits about my procrastination.

I ended up finishing my packing within the hour and we all shoved our suitcases in the back of Natalie's mom's van. She was driving me, Nat, and Martie to the airport and Harry, Kingston, Link, Jack, Kenny, and Jerry all seemed to have their own rides. Our girls trip seemed to be more like a guys trip as the planning continued on and on. Penelope was supposed to come, but Harry and Kenny both said they would refuse to come if she came, so we all politely disinvited her.

The flight wasn't long, but getting to our beach house took forever. We had to take several taxis and all we wanted to do was get something to eat. I hurried to find the room with the best beach view and claimed it for myself and the girls. It was one massive king bed and it wouldn't be too hard to share a bed with them. The three of us could fit on Martie's small double bed, so this was a significant upgrade.

The house had four bedrooms, three upstairs and one downstairs. Kingston and Jack were sharing a room upstairs across the hall, Kenny and Jerry shared a room with bunkbeds, and then downstairs Harry and Link shared a queen bed which I thought was hilarious because the both of them were tall and would take up a lot of room.

I immediately put on my bathing suit and started out the back door to the beach. It was almost dark out and I wanted to see the ocean. I had never seen the Atlantic and all I wanted was to feel the water slap against my feet.

Harry's POV

As I put my suitcase on the bed closest to the door, I saw a petite little body run past with a black bikini on. More than confused, I walked to the door and saw legs running out the back door and onto the decking.

"Who was that?" I spoke more to myself than to anyone around.

Jerry was sitting on the couch in the living room and his eyes searched for who I was talking about.

"Oh, Karlie," he told me.

Of course it was Karlie. She had been so excited about this trip. Every day I had seen her and we'd talk about everything we wanted to do in Miami, her eyes would light up and make my heart beat quicken to keep up with how fast she would talk.

I threw off my shoes as I walked back in the bedroom and then pulled my black tshirt over my head. The zipper of my suitcase didn't undo quick enough so I just pulled my jeans down and ran out of the house in my black boxer briefs.

As my toes hit the sand, I stopped running. Karlie was stepping into the waves and all I could do was stand there and look at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head, her hands were placed at her side, oh and her sides, they were curvy. She was small at her waist, but her hips widened out to show off her plump behind. Her thighs no different, only slimming as my eyes drooped down to her ankles. The only thing I didn't want to see was the black bikini she wore. I wanted to see her completely bare for my own viewing.

I took strides forward and finally made it to her side. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and faked like I was going to push her into the waves slamming up against our feet.

She gasped and held onto my forearms. "You asshole!" She smacked me in my bare chest with a smile beginning to appear on her lips.

"Relax. I'm not throwing you in. The sharks feed at night," I chuckled to myself and stepped in more so my knees were just below the water line.

"Harry! Are you joking?" Her eyes bugged out of her skull and she backed away out of the water.

"No, actually," I smiled and stared out into the seemingly never ending ocean in front of us.

"What the hell are you doing then?" She was frustrated but I liked seeing her so worried about me. Her feet walked forward unsure if she really wanted to be in the water but doing it for the sake of my wellbeing.

"Relax, Karlie. It's not like I'm going to be attacked. I'm barely in the water," I laughed at her distress and reached my arm out for her.

My eyes trailed down to her chest as she looked down into the water to see if it was ok to walk forward. When she got to my side, I pulled her into a side hug with my arm over her shoulders. Her head rested into my body and her little bun hit across my chin. I reached up and squeezed the bun in my hand and she pushed me away playfully.

"Quit it. Why do you always do that to me?" She struggled as I grabbed her wrists in my large hands.

Before I thought about what I was saying, I spoke, "I think it's better I squeeze your bun rather than your bum."

A smirk spread on my lips and I felt the urge to lean in and press my lips to her's, but I resisted and let go of her wrists in mine.

She blushed and rolled her eyes at me. With that roll of eyes, all I could think of was if she was my girlfriend and how I would embarrass her more for that eye roll and tell her all the things I'd like to do to her. However, I couldn't, because she was not my girlfriend and I most certainly could not do all those things I wanted to do to her. 

"We should go back inside," she backed away from the water then and waited for me to join her. "I'm starving."

"Me too," but only for you.

I went back into my room and pulled on a pair of new boxers and gym shorts.

Link, Martie, and I decided we would go to the store and grab some food, alcohol, and other necessities before it got too late. As we put away all the groceries, Karlie started to make dinner for everyone. She boiled some spaghetti noodles and soon all nine of us were sitting around eating her home cooked meal in the living room and dining area. Jokes and causal conversations were being thrown around loosely and I looked around at all of us, we were all completely different yet somehow we all got along.

Kingston and Jack were just now together after a few months of talking and years of knowing each other, but seemed more like best friends than anything. Karlie, Natalie, and Martie were beyond best friends and it kind of sickened me to see them all burp and act quite boyish together, but I didn't blame them, they were all best friends and felt comfortable together. Kenny however was the odd one of the group. I wasn't really sure where he fit in. Sometimes he was a best friend of Natalie and the other girls, but then other times it was like they completely ignored him, which I felt bad about considering he was one of my brothers, but I also hated the fact he was in love with Karlie and didn't try to hide it.

Link was chatting with Jerry about