Louis loved his family. He really did. But when he was forced to spend an entire week with them, cooped up in one tiny cottage, they weren’t exactly his favorite people. He knows it wouldn’t have been so bad if he had been able to escape. Go for a walk on the beach or go play some football with other vacationers his age but, unfortunately for Louis, he was on day two of his marvelous vacation and it hadn’t stopped raining once. And this wasn’t just the on and off showers that happened back in dreary England. No. This was full on pouring down buckets in which you would look like you just jumped into the ocean if you so much as put one foot out the door. Louis hated the rain and Louis hated this vacation.
And he wasn’t the only one going stir crazy. His four younger sisters were driving him and each other fucking mad. Lottie and Fizzy were constantly having arguments about what movie they were going to watch next or who got the shower when. And poor Daisy and Phoebe had played with all their toys at least twenty times and now were constantly bugging his mom, Jay, to come up with something new for them to do. His mom was at her wits end, normally perfectly sculpted hair standing up in all different directions. He felt bad for everyone. He honestly did. But, being the ever selfish boy he’d always been, he knew he was the worst off. I mean, come on. He was surrounded by nothing but girls. Although he and his mom’s boyfriend, Dan, weren’t all buddy-buddy with each other, it still would have been nice for him to tag along. But, what with him being swamped with work- the ultimate reason the Tomlinson’s could even afford this vacation to St. Lucia- lucky Dan had gotten to stay behind. And, boy, was Louis unbelievably jealous.
At exactly 5:13pm, Louis reached his breaking point. Lottie and Fizzy were screaming at each other, Daisy and Phoebe were running around the cottage, and Jay was yelling at all of them to stop. Louis was laying on one of the two beds in the room he was sharing with Daisy and Phoebe and he couldn’t take it anymore. He practically threw himself off the bed, running over to his partially unpacked bag and grabbed his bathing suit. Not even caring if anyone came into the room, he stripped down completely and quickly pulled the trunks up his bare body. He knew this probably wasn’t the best idea he had ever had but he didn’t care. He needed to get out. Not even bothering to grab a towel because, truthfully, what was the point, Louis threw his door open and stalked towards the front door. The yelling and chaos didn’t cease but his mom managed to yell out to him over the incredible noise.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” Louis replied, not even caring how curt and rude his response was. Jay ran over to the door, blocking his exit. Louis, albeit reluctantly, stopped his forward motion and stared at his mom with hard eyes.
“What do you mean you’re going out? Louis, it’s pouring.” Louis really hated this. He hated when his mom spoke to him like he was a six year old.
“I’m going down to the ocean. I’ll be fine. I won’t be gone long.” And although Jay didn’t like the thought of her only son going down to the ocean all by himself in the torrential rain, she knew, one way or another, whether she liked it or not, he was going down there. She knew, from experience, that he wouldn’t even hesitate to sneak out if he had to.
With a heavy sigh, Jay reluctantly agreed, stepping out of Louis’ path. “Alright. Just be back by 6:30. We’re going to dinner around 7.” And, with that being said, Louis was out the door.
The rain, truthfully, wasn’t too bad. At least it was better than it had been. The droplets were heavy and loud on the ground around him and the water was quickly soaking Louis to the bone. But, thankfully, the air was warm and the rain felt more like a shower than a storm. The Tomlinson’s cottage was fairly close to the ocean so the walk down to the water only took Louis upwards of five minutes. When he got there, he wasn’t surprised to find the beach completely deserted. Most people had the decency to stay inside during a rain storm. But Louis liked living his life the way other people were too afraid to. He took risks, did things people may even consider insane. But Louis liked that. Predictability was his worst enemy.
