Crossing Oceans

Chapter 4: Venice Beach

•Venice Beach•

Harry giggled as he ran ahead.

"Griimmmmyyy keep UP!" Harry laughed as he ran ahead, kicking up sand. Nick sighed as he stumbled behind Harry, carrying all of the bags and and towels. Harry immediately ran into the water and splashed around.

"GRIMMY GRIMMY GRIMMY COME ONNN!" Harry whined as he threw water in the air. The water droplets clung to his hair, making his curls droop into his face. Nick always loved Harry's curly hair, and seeing him glistening in the water without him didn't make him very happy.

"DAMMIT HAZ IM COMING! You left me to carry all the stuff, remember?" Nick found a nice open area and heaved the bags onto the sand. Standing up, he stretched his back.

His back was still sore from a volleyball injury a month ago, but Nick didn't dare want to worry Harry with his pain. He had carried the bags without complaint because he would do anything to make Harry more comfortable, and if that meant hiding his physical and emotional pain, he'd do it.

Nick sighed and jogged after Harry. Once he got close enough, he observed Harry to plan his method of attack. Slowly ducking under the water, he swam towards Harry's legs so he could drag him underwater. Nick felt like a shark as he silently floated over and...

"AAAAAACKKKK!!" Harry screamed as Nick pulled him under. He immediately started thrashing around, trying to shake his attacker off.

"HELP," Harry screamed, "HELP PLEASE!! NICK! GRIMMY!!!!" Harry was panicking at this point. Nick instantly let go and stood up next to Harry to calm him down.

"HAZ ITS ME. HARRY. Haz..." Nick grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "I'm SO sorry mate! I didn't mean to frighten you..." Nick apologized.

"Then what the hell did you call that Nick you scared me half to death DAMN YOU," Harry retorted and splashed water straight into Nick's eyes.

"YOU LITTLE FUCKER," Nick cursed as he desperately wiped his eyes. Harry just laughed.

"Guess we're even then! Let's play volley now" He called as he began swimming back to shore. Nick sighed for what seemed like his fifth time that hour.

'What am I gonna do with that immature, adorable little twat' Nick thought and shook his head. He began swimming back to shore as well, anticipating the long walk to the volleyball nets.

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"Lou I'm SERIOUS. C'mon Lou," Zayn pleaded.

"NO! I don't want your little dating services Zayn. My friends are all I need right now... a FRESHMAN! What're you thinking mate honestly?!" Louis shook his head and laughed. Zayn wants to set him up with a FRESHMAN?! Preposterous.

"Aww Lou at least meet him okay? He is British you know... I hear his accent is pretty damn sexy," Liam added. Zayn punched him in the arm. Liam smirked and rubbed his arm but he knew his boyfriend was easily jealous so he stopped talking.

"British or not. He's a damn freshman. I don't want an innocent little ball of sunshine following me around. Just not my thing..." Louis tugged at his suit. It did fit him quite snug across the bum and he didn't like it one bit.

"Age is a number Louis, a NUMBER. I know you don't like math but surely you see that him being a freshman means nothing," Liam added.

"Whatever. Can we surf more? School starts in two days and I wanna take a break before I have to start skipping classes again" Louis laughed and grabbed his board.

"Li.... you know I can't surf. Can we go do something else?" Zayn asked, fluttered his eyelashes at Liam. Liam smirked.

"Something else like pushing you up against that tree over there?" Liam teased as he reached over and grabbed Zayn's bum.