Like To Be You ✓

twenty two

a/n

Unedited. Please laugh off the mistakes, if any. It's 2am and I need to fluffing sleep.

o-o-o

Zayne sticks one of his earphones in my left ear and plays shitty music I'm sure he found in an 'edgy' corner of YouTube.

Then he grins at me and says, "It's Desperate Measures."

I yank out the earphones and, giving him a pointed look, plug in my AirPods. He flips me off.

I take a look at who's sitting behind me, because I have some serious stalking to do. The dude sitting behind me is fast asleep so I open Instagram and load Tyler's page again. I wasn't done with it yet.

His first post is of him on a mountain somewhere in Switzerland, posted on 21 August 2015. I slowly move up his profile, stopping at each picture and judging the captions.

At the end of my thorough research, I have one question. Where do I hire a damn photographer to take such pictures of me?

The only people who take pictures of me are my mom or Zayne, and they don't turn out good, mostly. Zayne says it's because my "face is like that" i. e. I'm ugly.

And my insecure ass sometimes agrees with it. But then I listen to Ariana Grande and suddenly I'm the finest man on Earth. I worship her for that.

o-o-o

It's been fun gawking at hot dudes and going down huge waterslides. It's even better with Zayne on the double floatie because he screams like a little bitch.

When we rush down a particularly large waterslide and come out at the end of a swimming pool, I'm laughing my ass off because of the scream that just echoed inside the tube of the ride. Zayne still clutches onto my legs which lie on his shoulders. He turns to look at me, eyes wide.

"They won't know if I pissed myself, right? It'll just mix in. Yeah, it'll mix in. It's just water." he's rambling, and I've grown quiet at how serious he sounds.

"... Did you?"

Zayne gives me an earnest look. "I don't know man."

We paddle to the edge of the pool using our hands and drag the floatie up, putting it back on the conveyer belt that takes it back up.

I thump Zayne's back. "You did good, Sergeant."

He gives me a look before grabbing my hand and pushing me into the main pool by my feet. I gasp for air when I break the surface. Zayne watches with a smug smile, then directs his gaze to someone right next to me.

Tyler Beckett, of course, in all his half-naked glory.

Shit, I'm getting hard.

He's laughing and talking to Miles Greene while rubbing a spot over his wet chest.

My dick twitches happily.

"Zayne." I grind out. "You dipshit."

He dives into the pool, startling a few people and catching Tyler's attention. And Meera's.

"Hi guys!" Meera swims over to us. Great, more people trying to have a conversation with me while I try to calm my li'l friend is exactly what I need right now.