The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twelve - Something Fishy

"Could you check on the dolphins Elle?" My boss Paul called to me; I nodded and hopped down from the counter I had been sitting on. I attached my walkie talkie to the back of my shorts, the uniform for aquarium workers were simple but effective- a light blue t-shirt with a dolphin symbol, black shorts and a blue cap. I took my time walking around all the tanks, still amazed by the colorful fish swimming around in their brilliant tanks. The dolphin tank was larger than most, we had three dolphins called Silky, Blue and Borris.

“Hey guys!” I cooed as they all poked their heads out from the clear water. I pulled the bucket of food from the side and began feeding them, laughing as they splashed around eagerly. “If only I could take you guys home.”

“I don’t think that would be the best idea.” Someone snickered behind me. I turned around quickly to see Peter leaning against the wall, looking gorgeous in a pair of faded jeans and a tight fitted black top.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” I laughed, standing up and making my way towards him.

“Juliette told me, you would be here. And I owe you a date.” Peter smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

“My shift doesn’t finish until six.” I sighed beginning to resent the fish for not letting me spent time with Peter.

“I actually thought you could give me the grand tour? And then I would like to take you out for dinner.” Peter smiled.

“I would love too.” I laughed, entwining our hands and dragging him towards the dolphins. I handed him some food and we began feeding them together, I laughed when Boris splashed him in the face with his tail. “Looks like somebody doesn’t like you!”

“He’s just jealous.” Peter grinned, flicking my cap.

I snorted and shook my head. “Right,”

“Can you swim with them?” Peter asked, his eyes widening.

“Yeah, come on, I’m sure my boss won’t mind.” I smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the storage room. We suited up in some wetsuits and I attached the oxygen tank to my back, we made our way over to the large tank and I could see that Peter was nervous. I smiled at him before adjusting my goggles.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter asked doubtfully. I smiled sneakily before going to stand beside him; I placed my hands gently on his shoulders. He shuddered under my touch; I kissed his neck softly before I pushed him into the pool. He landed in the water with a splash, he resurfaced spluttering, and I couldn’t help but laugh. When I managed to regain my breath I looked up to see him glaring at me, which made me laugh even more.    

"You are so dead!" Peter growled, a playful glint in his eyes, before I could even register what had happened, Peter grabbed my ankle and pulled me in next to him. I screamed before the cool water engulfed me. I resurfaced gasping, shivering from the impact.

“Game on!” I laughed, pushing Peters head under the water. He grabbed my legs from underneath me and tossed me over his shoulder. I screamed and kicked the water, splashing him in the face; I managed to wriggle out of his grasp and began splashing him repeatedly.

“Gotcha!” Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to his muscular chest. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck; we must look a sight, having a water fight whilst dolphins swam excitedly around us. I met his eyes once again and find myself drowning in their beauty, his lips slowly brushed mine and I tangled my hands in his curls. His arms lifted my legs from under me; I wrapped them around his waist. He deepened the kiss and I sighed softly, all I could think about was him, how much I wanted him, nothing else mattered, I couldn’t even remember my own name. “Elle?”