A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Thirty Six

"Ahahaha! You look like a prune! Oh my god

Sophie!" Louis cried.

"Yes, this is why I don't like swimming for too

long. And how do I look like a prune! It's only my

hands that have gone all eugh" I smirked.

"Well, do you guys wanna get out now?" He asked us.

I nodded my head, already stepping out of the

water. I was soon followed by Chloe, and the boys

went off to their own changing room.

I stepped under the shower there, just to wash a

little chlorine off of me. "That's not going to do you much, if you're

standing there with no shampoo or shower gel!"

She smirked. "I'll go get you your stuff".

"Okay, thank you" I called, putting my arms out in

front of me, and rubbing them with the opposite

hand. She returned 3 minutes later, at least. "Here!" She shouted, throwing me the bag.

I watched it, and it fell right in front of me. I bent

over, and picked it up.

She laughed and shook her head.

I grabbed my scrunchy thing, and squeezed a glob

of shower gel over it. I began to massage it into my body so it lathered, and scrubbed my skin. I

then stepped back into the shower, and washed it

all off.

Next; my hair.

I squeezed a giant blob of shampoo into my hand,

before massaging it into my hair, creating a lather. I made sure every tiny bit of hair, down to the roots

was covered, and rinsed it all off in the shower.

I stepped out, feeling clean and happy.

"Okay, you done?" Chloe asked me, her hands

above her head and she ran her fingers through

her hair under the shower. "Yes, you?" I smiled.

"I am now" She giggled, stepping out and picking

up her toiletry bag. I did the same, and popped all

of my wash things in there. We made our way

back to the lockers and changed. "It's about time! What were you doing in there!"

Niall laughed, pulling Chloe into a side hug.

"Showering" She replied.

"Couldn't you of done that when we got back?"

Zayn whined.

"Then you'd be twice as bored" I replied. He shrugged in agreement, and started to bite his

nails.

"Zayn! That's a bad habit, stop it" I laughed lightly.

He frowned, but then his lips curved into a smile.

I followed my eyes up to Harry, who's hair was

even more curlier. And it looked kind of... hot.

No. Stop.

"Awh!" I giggled, moving my hand upwards and

running my fingers through his curls.

I watched as he recoiled, a shocked expression on

his face. Then his lips curved into a smirk, and when I pulled my hand away, he bent over,

messed it up, flew up again and pushed his bangs

to the side.

He was grinning at me.

"What?" I giggled.

"What?" He smirked. "Oh god not this again" I laughed, rolling my eyes.

What!" He almost shouted, making poor Liam jump

next to me. '

I laughed at him, and shook my head.

I can't believe how close we've gotten these past

few days.