Aching for a Breaking

Chapter 3

The smell of alcohol lingered through the house and it burnt my nostrils. I couldn't quite remember who invited me because I'd had a few drinks and my brain was hazy. But, not a lot. It as like my heart was pounding with the drums over the loud speakers. I danced along with the song pumping over the speakers. It was getting hot and my clothes stuck to my sweaty body. The door opened, pulling in cool autumn air. Five familiar faces walked through the door. I bit my lip, it was the boys of One Direction. I knew they were in the state because its just about all over the Internet. Harry walked through the door, my stomach groaned. A piece of me wanted to leave, another piece wanted to cry, and the other one wanted to say hello. I felt like doing all three, but I didn't. Harry walked up to me with a glass of champaign in his hand.

"Hey," he said with his raspy voice. My heart swooned.

"Hey!" I said nervously. "It's really hot here."

"I know," he agreed. "I just got here and I'm already breaking a sweat. How about we step out for a while?"

I nodded and agreed politely, following him out the door. The autumn breeze felt amazing against my sweating body, sending chills all over me.

"Let's take a walk," he said. I nodded, not able to speak with the huge lump in my throat. As we started, I looked down and he had his hand stretched out. Hesitantly, I took it. We had already broken up, that didn't mean we weren't friends. But I know that this boy is trouble, why am I with him?

Blocks away there's a beach, and I'm fearing that that's where we're going.

Once we arrived, the lump was trying to make its way down my throat.

"Why are we here?" My voice shook with every word.

"I thought we could..." he was questioning whether he should tell me or not.

"Look I understand you're a 'good girl' and all but I was thinking we could go skinny dipping."

I gulped, my body panicked. I wanted to run, but I held back the urge with all the power in me. He pulled off his shirt, revealing tattoos.

"Come on, you don't have to be a goodie all the time."

He was right. I was always such a "goodie goodie". Maybe I should, just to prove to him that I wasn't. While thinking, I looked up to see Harry was stripped down to his underwear. This was a private beach, and it was hidden behind a changing building, so no one could see him.

I wanted to prove I don't have to be good all the time. I popped off my shoes. He eyed my every move. I pulled my shirt over my head and put it inside the changing building, Harry followed. We were now inside of it, and I was stripped down to my bra and underwear.

This wasn't like me, but I didn't care at this point. After a few drinks and being called a goodie goodie, I wanted to show him that I don't have to be a good girl all the time. I unhooked my bra and pulled down my underwear, a chill coursed through my body. Harry pulled off his underwear as well. Now I was clearing up and I was questioning why I had agreed. If I pulled my clothes back on, he would know I'm a coward. He grabbed my hand before I could do anything and next thing I knew we were in the water. I'd never skinny dipped, so I didn't really know where to start. I wrapped my arms around him, the water was warm. His plump lips met mine, and we kind of just stayed like that. Then tongue got involved. Next thing I knew we were out of the water and in the changing stall, making out.

"Why did I agree to this?" I thought to myself. My thought was interrupted by Harry grabbing my butt. I gulped, then stepped back. Harry eyed me carefully.

"I have to go, sorry Harry." I said, putting on my clothes as fast as I could.

I ran down the street quickly, finding the house I was in. I spotted my car and sped down the road to my house.

What was I thinking?