Finding My Way {A One Direction Fan Fiction}

Ch. 12

A/N - Hi guys!! Sorry it's been so long.... You kinda have to be in "the mood" to write. Well, I'm listening to So Good by B.o.B. and it's AMAZAYN and now I feel like writing!! Its a win-win yay!!! I put it to the left, but I don't know if it'll work... hehe if it doesn't whatever, just go look it up :) 

Rose's P.O.V.

Surprisingly, Harry's idea wasn't too bad. He just wanted to go swimming. And I'd been practically hyperventilating thinking about the things he was capable of.

"Wait, but you guys don't have your swim trunks," Sierra pointed out after Harry had suggested the idea.

"Oh, we had our suitcases delivered so clothing is not a problem," replied Niall, smiling at Sierra's concern.

"Great! We'll get changed and then let's meet at the pool!" I responded enthusiastically.

"Sounds great! Oh, and wear bikinis," said Harry, winking.

I just smacked his arm and headed upstairs. Once I got to my bedroom I shut the door and entered my closet. I dug through the drawers until I found my solid navy blue bikini. I put it on and examined myself in the mirror. I sighed. I'd never really been comfortable with my body. I'm not anorexic, nothing come inbetween me and my food, but I just felt like I had unnecessary stomach flab. I pulled one of this white strapless towel dress thingys, slipped on a pair of flip flops, put my hair in a fun bun, grabbed my Raybans and went over to Sierra's room.

"You decent?" I asked. 

"Yup," she responded. I walked into the guest room and my stomach felt like someone punched it. This was why I was self-conscience. Sierra looked absoluely perfect. Flat tummy and curves in all the right places.

"How do I look?" she asked. She was wearing a a neon pink bikini, solid like mine.

"Ugh. Perfect, like always," I responded. She rolled her eyes, threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"Let's go!" she said excitedly.

"You got it!" We walked outside to the patio. The boys weren't there yet. We took off everything (except our bathing suits) and started putting sunscreen on each others' backs. This was the perfect day for swimming; 95 degrees (F) with no breeze. We had just finished when I saw the boys walking towards us.

"Took you long enough," I teased.

"Seriously," I heard Sierra mutter, but the boys were just standing there, mouths open, totally checking us out.

I blushed and turned away.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," retorted Sierra. The boys regained their senses, took off their shirts, and placed them beside our clothes on a coffee table. No it was our turn to have our jaws dropped. Uhhh, can you say ab city? Harry smirked at me and the rest of the boys laughed at our expressions. This was going to be very, very fun....