Broken Promises

Chapter Six

Liam's POV

I look at Emerson as her eyebrows furrow together- something she does when she is deep in thought. I thought back to this morning when she was goofing off with the boys, tight shirt and shorts on, and her hair a complete mess, I felt like something was missing. I wanted Emerson  back in my life again. But I know that she won't let me until I figure out what I did.

Her and Louis were bantering back and forth after Lou got off of the phone with Eleanor, and I now remember how sassy Emerson could be. She could easily keep up with Lou's attitude at this rate. We finally arrived to our destination, and I had barely stepped out when Niall tackled me onto the pavement.

"THE BEACH LIAM! THE BEACH!! I GOT THE FOOTBALL!" Niall screams into my ear. 

"Okay Niall! YOU CAN GET OFF NOW!" I yell back. Niall chuckles and we all run to the beach. It was secluded, and it was a place the boys and I used to go to when we were first put together as a band. The hot summer sun shone down on us, immediately provoking sweat to seep through my pores. The sand is perfect, and the water is warm. 

I ripped off my shirt and ran with the ball in my hands. From the corner of my eye, I saw Emerson and Layla taking off their shirts and shorts. I glanced over at the rest of the lads, and saw them all with their mouths hanging open.

My eyes go directly to Emerson, and I tighten my jaw in response to the sight I see. Her long blonde hair was tied into a high pony tail, her breasts threaten to spill out of her hot pink top, and her curves were especially prominent with her tan and her hot pink bottoms. I force myself to turn away before my eyes wander anywhere else. 

Emerson's POV

Once we got to the beach, I leapt out of the car. I had to escape the tension in the car when I was sitting next to Liam. 

I walked over to Layla and we both began taking off our covers so we can get down into our bikinis. 

Once I lifted the shirt off my head I saw five pairs of eyes staring at both me and Layla, and I immediately begin to blush. I know my bathing suit was a bit tight and my stomach and legs are more flabby than usual, so I am not entirely comfortable with these boys I barely know damn near seeing my lady bits. 

I glance over at Liam, and I see him with his jaw clenched as his eyes move up and down my body. I felt a heat spread over me, and I quickly look away. 

I tugged at Layla's hand and pulled her into the water with me. My thoughts begin to race: why am I here when I know Liam is here? Should I just tell him what he did and why I'm so upset? Should I let him grovel more? Layla's splash of water to my face brought my mind back to the present. 

Not hearing any noise after us, I looked back to see them beginning to play a game football. Where Layla and I were at, the water reached our upper thighs. She jumped awkwardly and turned to me and pouted. She grabbed my arms and turned me so that we were facing the opposite of where the boys were. 

"Why are the boys playing football?!" She crossed her arms and glared at the ocean.

I couldn't help but laugh at my best friend. Even though she plays it off so well, she is a total fangirl over those boys, and Zayn in particular, and when they asked us if we wanted to hang, I'm pretty sure she thought it involved the boys paying more attention to us. "Layla, they're boys, that's what they do. Maybe if we look as sexy as hell, Zayn... or the boys, will come over here." I waggled my eyebrows.

She smiled hugely, then laughed. "Let's do it! But how can you try being sexy?"

I pushed her deeper into the water then jumped on her back. "By doing this?" Layla squealed then let go of me.