Summer Dreams (One Direction)

Summer Dreams

"Hot! Hot! Hot!" Claire cried as waddling across the hot sand.

"I know I am baby but you just gotta get used to it," Louis laughed. We all rolled our eyes at him and continued running, well trying to run.

As we reached the shore I dipped my heels into the calming waters. Liam made his way over with a wheelbarrow full of buckets and plastic sculpting things to make sand castles.

We attacked it and began making sandcastles. We sort of just got into groups and before we knew it we were seeing who could make a better castle. On one team it was the boys and us girls on the opposing. We finished and it was time to see who won.

"Liam and DJ are the judges!" Niall declared.

"Why me?" DJ questioned.

"You two are the most reasonable out of the rest of us," Niall answered.

They each circled them slowly, taking in the exquisite details of the smoothed in sea shells and feathers. Nice right? When the finally stopped and came over to the group. Right before whispering to each other and giggling.

"Okay we have the results," Liam acted all serious, it was amusing really.

"GIRLS!!!!" they both screamed.

The boys then got evil smirks plastered across their faces and they inched closer to the judges.

Liam went down first, and with a splat our castle was destroyed. DJ met him soon enough and the rest came tumbling down. We couldn't even hold in our laughter as they crushed our masterpiece.

Running over to the water the rinsed off and I wadded in. Everyone was doing their own thing really. Becca and Louis went in on a bet to who could swim to the booie first. Niall was eating our lunch early with Claire. DJ and Liz were blowing up rafts and beach balls, Zayn helping, somewhat. Liam was finding sea shells and Harry was nowhere to be found.

Thinking back to the first time we met the boys I thought I should probably get out of the water. As I began swim back to shore I saw his mop of hair poking up from the sand. What the hell?

Grabbing my towel I walked over to the curls, as I aproached I realized he was burried in the sand. This oughta be good.

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"This was Liam's payback for throwing him into the castle," he chuckled.

"Nice. Can you move?"

"No."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah. Good," he looked at me funny.

I ran over to the wheelbarrow and snatched a bucket.

"What are you doing?" Zayn questioned.

"Um... I don't really know."

"Cool."

As going back to where he is- was, he's not there!

"Harry?" just as I finished speaking I was hit with a splash of water.

Looking over, Harry stood, a bucket in hand, laughing his ass off. Filling my bucket I returned the gesture. This went on for awhile until Harry lost grip of his bucket and it hit my eye.

He immediately ran over to me, apologizing over and over again.

"Harry, stop apologizing! It was an accident."

"Sorry." I turned to look at him, he did it again. He just smirked.

"What happened?" Liz screeched.