Our Little Secret // h.s.

Chapter 9

Louis was right, it is pretty empty. There's one man who is tanning off in the distance, with his stomach lying on the towel and head covered, and there's two girls swimming in the water off in the distance.

"Did you put sunscreen on yet?" Eleanor asks, as she grabs a blue towel from the bag. I tell her no as I watch her unfold the towel, hold onto the ends, and fling it up a little to lay it down. I drop my bag and do the same, laying my yellow towel down beside hers.

"I can-"

"No, I got it. You and Louis can go hit the water." Eleanor waves off Harry, interrupting him. I fix the sunglasses on my face and smile sheepishly at him. He just shrugs, and turns around  while peeling off his shirt. I feel caught up in a trance, seeing the muscle lines and tattoos on his back.

"Do you have some, or do you want to borrow mine?" Eleanor breaks my stare, oblivious to what I was doing as she rummages through her bag.

"I have some!" I declare, peeling off my dress and kicking off my sandals. I fix my bun, tightening it on my head before reaching into my brown bag and grabbing it. I hand it over to her as she stands up, and she opens it. She starts with my shoulders than my back first, and I watch as Harry and Louis walk off towards the water. I glance around looking at the large rocks, that are about ten feet tall, that truly separates this beach from other beaches, one spot where it looks like someone had a fire pit with large pieces of wood stacked in a circle, and the blue waves roll in onto the light brown sand. The sky is clear of clouds, and the sun shines brightly above us. It's beautiful, but hot.

After she gets all the hard to reach spots, I take the sunscreen and apply it on my face, arms, legs, and the front of my body. I shut the lid and drop it onto my bag before sitting on the towel. I reach in my bag, grabbing my phone and texting Niall quickly about how we're here and how he's missing out. I then reach in my bag, grabbing my headphones, my sketchpad and my pencils. I watch as Eleanor lays down on her back, covering her face with a small towel.

I then lay down on my stomach, pushing my upper body up with my elbows. I put my sketchpad on the towel in front of me, and begin flipping through the pages. I glance at my drawings shortly while passing them: the bridge over the little river at home, my dog sleeping on the couch, some local garden, and so on. I love drawing scenery for fun, but people are what I draw best. When I draw people, I usually add something to catch a certain emotion or feeling. Typically whatever feeling I'm in at that moment. So this sketchpad has some pretty personal stuff in it every so often.

I find myself a blank page, then attach my headphones to my phone, putting on Pandora. I choose some random Caribbean styled station to feel more relaxed here, and put my headphones in my ears. I then grab a tiny little shell in the sand in front of me, and start drawing a larger version of it. I look up every so often to look at the view in front of me. The gorgeous waves rolling on through, and Harry. His hair is soaked and pushed back, and him and Louis are bobbing in and out of the water, laughing about something.

I then decide to draw a random palm tree in the corner and add other details such as the water and some little sail boats, which are actually out in the distance in the water ahead. I get lost in my drawing, when I see feet at the top of my towel. I glance up, ripping the headphones out of my ears and look up at Louis.

"El, come on. You can cook yourself some more later." he jokes, bending over and tugging at her feet. I laugh and watch as she sits up, screeching his name for pulling at her feet. He then grabs onto her arm, and pulls her up to her feet with ease and asks if I'd like to join.

"I will in about ten minutes." I smile, shaking my head at him. He nods and drags Eleanor towards the water with him.

"That's a nice drawing."