Unbreakable (Liam Payne Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 2

Liam's POV

As I recover from the laughter caused by my rude awakening, I glance next to me at my beautiful bride to be and then at my four best friends. I can tell that the five of us have the exact same thought in our minds, and with a final cheeky glance at each other, we sneak around the sun bed next to me, picking up my fiancé by her arms and legs, her small, light body being easily lifted. Her eyes abruptly open, and as she realises what we are doing, she starts wriggling her tiny limbs trying to escape our grasp, failing miserably. "Liam! Put me down! Liam, I meant it! Stop!!", she squeals at me through her laughter as we drag her towards the pool. We swing her three times, laughing hysterically at her attempt to stop us, before throwing her into the large blue swimming pool. She grabs onto her nose before hitting the water with a splash. As she swims back to the surface of the water and gives us all an unamused glare, she is bombarded by the splashes of the five of us boys jumping in the pool to join her. She swims over to me, attempting to push my head under the water but she is to tiny compared to me that I don't move an inch, instead I pick her up above the water and throw her back in. Nobody else is round the pool and it is our last day here in Spain, so we make the most of the empty area by messing around, jumping in the pool and pushing each other in. After spending at least two hours in the pool, we get dry and get lunch, ordering two large pizzas to share. It's nice being her with my five favourite people and I'm glad that Emily gets along with the boys, always teasing them and winding each other up. The two weeks that we've been here have been a nice way to escape before going on tour next week.

I look over at Emily, her long blonde hair still damp in a ponytail, her perfect smile as she laughs at the idiocy of one of the boys, how tiny she is. She always looks so beautiful, so fragile, but she is one of the strongest people I know. It's hard to believe how completely in love I am with her, my perfect, beautiful Emily.

At around five o'clock we head back to our hotel rooms to pack and get ready for our final meal in Spain. "What time is our flight?", I ask Emily as we walk into our room. "Eleven I think, I'll check with the boys in a bit though, I can't believe we are going home tonight", she responds. I hold out my arms to hug her and she walks into them willingly, I love being with her. She stands on tip toes to kiss me and I wrap my arms around her.