The beginning

Sand Surfing and Scuba Divers Pt 2

Somewhere on the way to the airport, I fall asleep, only to be woken up by water in my ear and the sound of Grace laughing. "Aw Grace! Seriously?!" She doesn't respond and just keeps laughing while she goes to the back of the Jeep, getting her suitcase out and wheeling it into the airport. I follow behind her and get our tickets. When we get to security, there's a fan. She's a year older than us and very pretty. We take a picture with her, me smiling and Grace doing some retarded, failed gangster sign. I laugh and nod as she thanks us and scurries off to catch her flight. Grace and I finally make it through security and make it to the gate with an hour to spare. Roughly fifteen minutes into the wait, Grace starts the knock knock jokes.

"Sally has no arms. Knock knock."

I sigh. "Who's there?"

"Not Sally." She says, grinning.

"God, you're awful. You know that?" I say, grinning just the tiniest bit.

"Knock knock."

"You're boyfriend had better get here soon." I mumble under my breath.

"Hey! That's not how knock knock jokes go!" I hear an Irish accent say from behind me.

I don't even have to turn around. "Oh shut up! I'm just tired of stupid jokes."

Niall opens his mouth to say something, but Harry beats him to it. "Well then you shouldn't be allowed to tell jokes anymore." He says, wrapping an arm around my waist. I turn around and hit him in the chest, although I'm sure it hurts my fist far more than it hurts his chest. Grace and Niall are laughing. I zip my lips and throw the key away, staring out the window at the plane that's getting ready for departure. "Oh come on! You're not going to ignore me now, are you?" He whines. I don't respond.

"Dude you're getting shunned. You're not gonna get off that easy." Grace says. I grin, thinking of all the times I shunned my friend Devin in high school.

Harry puts on Talk Dirty to me and starts dancing like an idiot. I smile, but turn and look out the window so he doesn't see that I'm about to forgive him. Pretty soon, the music stops and when I turn around to say something to Grace, I see that they're all gone. I sigh and get up to start when I hear someone running towards me. I turn around just in time to see a shirtless Harry running towards me with forgive me? written on his chest in what looks like bright pink lip stick. I laugh and shake my head. He grins and sings, "DONT GO BREAKIN MY HEART." I laugh and hug him. He chuckles and pulls away.

"What?" I ask, confused on why he pulled away.

He grins even wider. "You didn't finish the song."

I shake my head but sing. "I couldn't if I tried." He grins and I ask "better?"

He laughs. "Much. Thank you."

"Hey! You two're gonna miss the flight if you keep lolly gaggin!" Niall yells from his place in line beside Grace. I laugh, and drag Harry by the arm to where our two travel companions wait for us. I toss him his Ramones tee shirt.

He shoots me an insulted look. "What? You don't like me without a shirt on? Cuz, you know, we're going to Australia. You're going to have to see it sooner or later." He winks.

I laugh. "I never said I didn't like it. I just don't want any of these other girls getting any ideas." I say. "Now put your shirt on!" I demand, shoving him into Niall.

"Oh gross! Harry germs!" Niall yells, poking Grace and crossing his fingers.

Harry cracks up and both Grace and I roll our eyes. We get on the plane and get settled, Grace sitting in front of Harry, me sitting in front of Niall. Harry and Niall pretend to tell dirty secrets behind us and "accidentally" kick the backs of our seats. Seven and a half hours later, we get off. Harry loads up all of the luggage into a hotel van and we make our way, Grace and I oohing and aahing every four seconds and Niall and Harry pretending they don't know us and feeding us cheesy pickup lines.

When we make it to the hotel, I notice it's right on the beach, so Grace and I ditch our bags with the boys, who go to get us checked in, and run towards the water, fully clothed. I plan on keeping dry, but of course, Grace has other plans and splashes a bunch of salty water right up my nose. I sputter and try to spit it out while splashing her back. This was going to be awesome.

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Harry's POV:

As Niall walks up to the check in counter, I trudge behind him with the bags in tow. "So, are you excited to see Grace in a bathing suit?" I ask him, wiggling my eyebrows. He turns around and gives me one of his scolding looks. "Hey, it's just a question. "

He shakes his head at me. "I figured you'd ask that sooner or later. And yes, I am. But not... You know... For THAT reason."

I raise my eyebrows. "So you mean you don't find her attractive in that way or..."

Niall perks up. "NO! I do, it's just, she's been hurt and I don't want her to think that, you know, I'm just using her for that or anything and I just don't want to mess up. Mainly because I don't want to hurt her." He pauses and thinks for a second. "Plus I'm pretty sure that if I hurt Grace in any way, your girlfriend will just about kill me." He looks at me at the last part.

I nod. "She would. She almost killed me for yelling at Haty the other day, I'm pretty sure she would do much worse if you hurt Grace. She's really scary when she's pissed off. She's kinda hot too." I say, laughing at Niall's face when I say that.

"If Grace heard me say that I thought she was hot when she's mad, she would strangle me." Niall says. I chuckle.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I say, and Niall gives me the -no shit- look.

"So what about you? The thought of Katy in a bikini make you nervous at all?" Niall asks. I blush, which doesn't happen, like ever.

"No, I was looking through some of her old Instagram pictures and found one from about a year ago." I say, only a little embarrassed at admitting it. Niall shakes his head.

"Don't you think she might have.... Changed a little bit?" Niall asks, gesturing to his chest. I laugh.

"Well of course, but that'll just make it better right?" I ask. Niall shrugs. "Anyway, we'd better get out there before they drown or something." Niall nods, agreeing, and we make our way back down to the beach.