Two
The first few days were rough and you didn’t think they would be getting any better. You were hot and miserable and there were too many mosquitoes biting your skin. You weren’t all that athletic yourself and you had to go through obstacle courses teaching trust and such with the girls of your group. You went on hikes with the younger groups, baking in the sun. You weren’t the outdoorsy type and it made you grumpy.
On top of that, Niall made it his mission to egg you on. When he would see that you were starting to falter, he’d taunt you until out of sheer annoyance and anger you would be able to finish the courses. He was cocky and made fun of you, enjoying getting a reaction out of you. He liked getting you flustered and blushing. You were getting sick of his laughter, usually at your expense, and they way your eyes always seemed to be drawn to him.
At night, the girls would talk about people and places you didn’t know and of mission trips to people groups you couldn’t name. You would try to interact and they tried to engage with you, but you felt like you were to coarse for them. They were sweet where you were a bit on the bitter side.
One night, after they fell asleep, you decided to have a little alone time. Reaching into your bag, you found your water bottle of vodka you managed to smuggle to camp and grabbed a flashlight.
Quietly, you crept out of the cabin after the counselors made their last rounds of the night. You waited until you were further into the woods before clicking on your flashlight and following the path to the lake, taking deep drinks of your alcohol.
It burned in a familiar way as you tried not to trip as you managed through the woods. You switched off your flashlight as you walked onto the boardwalk, the moon illuminating the night around you. You laid down on the walk, watching the stars and getting buzzed on the vodka.
Your body warmed at the memory of Niall singing and playing guitar with his long, sure fingers. Your hand trailed the hem of your shorts as you imagined what else he could do with those fingers. Dribble a basket ball, catch someone who was falling, make you scream his name…
“Sneaking out after lights out?” Niall’s voice called softly and you jerked your eyes open finding him standing before you, a cocky smirk on his face. He seemed pleased with himself for having caught you. His eyes trailed up and down your body, darkening. “That’s a big no-no.”
“You are out too.” you hummed and closed your eyes, focusing on hearing his voice, enjoying that his eyes were on you. He moved to sit beside you and you opened your eyes to find his on yours still. He reached his hand over, gently lifting up the bottom of your shirt that was exposing some of your hip. His fingers traced the tattoo and you tried to hold yourself steady, heat from his touch surging through you.
“You are being a bad girl. What am I going to do with you?” he murmured, his eyes lifting to your face. His hand went up, pressing a palm against your flat belly, rubbing your soft skin. You bit your bottom lip, enjoying his touch as he leaned over you. His blue eyes were mesmerizing as he hovered his face above yours, noses almost touching. Your breath hitched as his hand trailed up further. Your senses were on hyperdrive, very aware of his toned upper torso pressing against you.
He surprised you by pulling your shirt back to its proper place as he looked down at your lips and smirked. You braced yourself sure that he was about to kiss you, as he grabbed your water bottle. He sat up and proceeded to dump it into the lake.
“Hey!” you sat up, as he gave you a stern look on his handsome face.
“You’re distracted, lazy, grumpy and now you’re sneaking out and drinking?” he shook his head, a dark look on his face as you crossed your arms defiantly.
“You’re not my dad, you can’t tell me what to do.” you said suddenly and he smirked, as though your words amused him before masking his face and standing to his feet.
“Gotta teach you a lesson soon. You need to be a good girl.” he said mischievously. “If you keep being such a bad girl, you’ll have to face the consequences.”
You watched as he walked away in disbelief, annoyed and surprised by his words. Who did he think he was? You got to your feet, agitated and wanting to go back to your bed. You looked around for your flashlight but it was no where to be seen.
You cursed as you realized he must have taken it along with your bottle leaving you to find your way through the woods back to the cabin in the dark.
You made your way through the woods by memory, stumbling over upraised roots on the path and running into bushes. You got lost a couple times, doubling back and using certain ugly trees as your markers on the path. Your ankles were scratched and your back was coated in sweat by the time the cabins came into sight. Your whole body ached and you were exhausted.
In your bed there lay your flashlight on the pillow. You rolled your eyes in annoyance knowing that Niall must have snuck in here to drop it off.
