A story about me (Jaila Schmidt), Big Time Rush, and One Direction. I (with BTR) meet 1D. Harry Styles catches my eye and I start to fall for the British boy with light green eyes and brown curls that rest on his forehead, that contagious smile on h...
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We arrive and I take off my shirt and shorts, his eyes trailing up and down my body. His eyes land on mine and he stares at me, his jaw open slightly.
"What?" I ask, smiling a bit.
He shakes his head slightly, stammering. "N-nothing." He runs a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, sure." I smirk.
He bites his lip, shaking his head, his curls moving. He takes his shirt off before putting it in the bag. He stands back up and I stare at his six pack.
Holy shit, he's fit. Haha that rhymed! XD
I see him wave his hand in front of my face and I snap back to reality. I blush like crazy and he laughs.
"I'm gonna get in the water. Wanna come?" He nods to the water.
I shake my head. "No. Go ahead."
He pouts.
"What?"
He sighs and shakes his bead. "I'll be out there if you need me."
I nod and set up my towel on the sand, setting my bag down. I lay on the towel and go through my phone, glancing up at him to see him get underwater.
•••
I smile as I watch Harry walk back up the beach towards me, his curled hair dripping onto the sand below him. I apply sunscreen to my shoulders and put on my sunglasses.
"C'mon! It's not that bad!" He sits down on his towel and smiles, referring to the water.
"I want to get a tan, Harry!" I lay down and put on my sunglasses.
"You won't get a tan here, love. It's mostly cloudy."
"The sun's out." I acknowledge the sky.
"It disappears behind the clouds a lot."
"Now you tell me." I mumble, closing my eyes. I sigh. "Could you get my back?" I offer him the sunscreen.
"Sure." He takes the sunscreen from me and squirts some in his hand.
