Let's just go... (One Direction)

Marked

It’s so hot. Why is it so hot? I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. The small tent, clothes thrown around, and a curly haired boy latched around me. I look at him and giggle. His hair is in all directions with some plastered to his forehead, his mouth agape allowing soft snores to escape.

He’s adorable.

I look down at myself and blush. I pat around the bed for any shorts and manage to find my cell phone. Shit. It’s already 1045.

“What’re you doing?” he groggily mumbles against my chest with his eyes still closed.

“I’m going to get up and see where everyone else is,” I scroll through the text messages from the girls.

“No,” he wraps his arms tighter, “just stay here.” He whines as he continues to crush me.

I giggle, “You can stay here and I’ll bring you food.”

His head snaps up and smiles, “Okay.”

“Now get off me. I’m sweating!” I push him.

He rolls over laughing as I sit up and throw my hair in a messy bun. I stand up and twist and turn to crack everything.

“My shirt looks good on you,” he says as he spread out in the bed, “but maybe throw on some shorts, ya?”

I just smile over my shoulder as I grab my sunglasses from the floor and leave the tent.

“Well good morning,” Molly says as she's lounging on one of the chairs in a maxi dress by the water. She doesn’t even look up at me as she shakes her head.

“Lovely shirt,” El adds as she looks over her sunglasses.

“Don’t even start,” I say as I walk past them to use the bathroom.

“Wow,” I whisper as I look at my reflection. My hairs a mess and my lips are swollen. I take his white T-shirt off and see a few hickeys on my chest. 

“That asshole,” I grumble as I throw the shirt back on.

“Before you guys attack me,” I say quickly as I walk towards them, “no, it didn’t happen. Yes, we had a bit of fun. No, I’m not telling you everything.” I plop down on the empty chair besides Danielle.

The four of them look at me, then at themselves before they bust out laughing.

“Gee thanks,” I grumble as I look at the stack of clothes on the little table besides my chair.

“We’re laughing because you will tell us,” Molly adds.

“The boys are all asleep and we just ordered breakfast to be brought to us.”

“So spill.” 

I keep running my hands through the red maxi dress lying on the table besides me. “We had a good night.”

“Okay and?”

“Stop playing with the dress. It’s technically yours but I’ll throw it in the fire tonight.”

“You were awfully quiet,” Perrie chuckles, “our tent is closest to yours.”

“Hmm, maybe Harry isn’t good,” Eleanor chuckles.

I just smile at them. I know it’s killing them. Harry is the quietest about anything rude or sexual. Yes, they know he gets around but he doesn’t brag about it. Nor does he discuss anything from his past experiences. I’m fine with that… well I have to be.