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Beach time!

WARNING:

CURSE WORD ARE USED IN THIS CHAPTER. SORRY FOR YOUR LITTLE BABY EARS.

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Julia's P.O.V.

I lied on the ground, my heart thumping like crazy. El and Perrie got their revenge on us, which includes a lot of sand and sea water. I literally had to wrestle to get away from them. Binuhusan nila kami ng isang bucket na puno ng sand and I'm telling you, sand on your hair and shorts are not good.

No not at all. We had no choice but to wrestle them back. The fight was over, if that was even count as a 'fight'. Hindi kami ganung pagod, kasi adrenaline pumped through us. So basically, we laid at the beach side covered in sand. But it was fun, though.

I sat up and ruffled my hair. So much sand. "You guys are crazy."

Perrie laughed. "You made us drink rubbish!"

I flew my arms out. "It was a dare. Fair play!"

El grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it at me. "Hey! I thought we were over this!" I yelled, covering myself.

"Do you know how it feels like drinking that?" El squinted her eyes at me. "And plus the sea water?"

I watched her and gave her a look. "Do you?" She whispered.

Dani chuckled. "You guys are over reacting. It wasn't even that bad."

"NOT THAT BAD?!" Perrie shouted. "Have you seen our faces?!"

Dani smirked. "Yeah... should have got it in camera."

I stood up, wiggling trying to get sand off my body. I need a swim. Sand feels icky sticking to our skin. The sun looks good now. I think we can swim now. I brushed my shorts.

"The sun's great right now. Swimming time!" I cheered, helping them out.

"A swim would feel great right now." El grabbed my hand and stood up.

We walked to the guys, who were playing soccer.... or football? I don't know. British terms are weird. They can't just say fries than chips.

"Time out!" Dani yelled kicking the ball to her and dribbled it on her feet. She's good. Why does everyone around me is so good at sports?

"What?" Liam asked walking up to her.

The guys stopped playing, jogged up to their mats and devoured a whole bottle of water. Playing sports is very tiresome.

"Ew, babe. Why are you all sandy?" Louis wiped El's arm, which was covered in sand.

She slapped his hand. "I know." She wiped herself with a towel. "We wrestled in the sand."

"That's hot." He took a swig out of his water.

I sat between Harry and Niall. "Good game, lads?" I tried doing a british accent. What? Their accents are just so cool.

Harry chuckled. "That is not how we, British people sound like."

"I tried." I grinned.

"Where were you guys?" Niall asked, wiping his forehead.

I shrugged. "Oh, you know. Just took some shots at the bar, and wrestled in the sand. All that stuff." I scoffed, trying to sound cool.

"Okay, first of all you don't drink." Niall pointed out. "Your not legal yet."

"Second of all, wrestling? I can just imagine you guys wailing around trying to get each other off."

I opened my mouth as to say something smart, but.... he is right. "You... have a point."