The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 4

The sun was streaming in through the French windows. It was 10am - too early for holidays - but I was awake so what the hell. I opted for a hot pink bikini with gold embroidery, and an baby blue halter-neck beach dress. I slipped on my white flip flops and grabbed my shades, iPod and a towel before heading out for the pool.

I was lucky enough to inherit Italian skin that tanned easily and kept it. One of the few genes from my dad that I didn't mind. I left H snoring - she's join me soon enough. Of the many things we had in common, a love of sleeping was one of them. When we were nine we promised never to wake the other up, with the exception of birthdays and crises.

I located a sunbed and dumped my dress and flip flops on the stone-slabbed floor. Pretty soon Now 82 was gracing my ears with the hot sun warming my front.

A couple of minutes later I felt cold drops of water on my legs. I opened an eyelid to see Tom, looking pretty hot with wet hair, splashing me.

"Come in with me,"

"I'm actually quite happy here, thank you,"

"Chicken," he smirked.

"So immature," I muttered as I stood up, hands on hips.

"Not bad," he said, obviously checking me out. Ugh.

I ignored him and bombed into the pool, splashing everyone within a mile-radius.

"See most girls would have gone for a classy clean dive, but you know that a bomb is much more sexy," he winked.

"When you've earned my respect, I'll show you class,"

"You couldn't do class if you tried," he challenged stepping slowly towards me, his blue eyes twinkling.

I walked up to him, letting my breath fan his face and whispered, "Wanna bet?" I spun on my heels and jogged out the pool, then turned and arched into an oh-so-elegant clean dive with pointed toes, that barely made a sound as I sliced through the water.

Tom stood there, gaping.

"Drooling is not attractive, honey," I smiled sweetly. And with that, I walked out the pool and plopped down on my sunbed, letting the sun dry my already-pretty-tanned body.

"Morning!" H chirped, settling herself down onto the sunbed next to mine. She'd chosen a strapless deep purple bikini with gold rings.

"'Sup," Tom nodded his head in greeting.

"Where's Harry?" She asked.

"Here," Harry winked as he walked toward us looking gorgeous with the sun shadowing across his abs. "How are you, H?"

"Gooood," she purred, batting her eye lashes, "You?"

"All the better for seeing you," he winked.

Tom and I exchanged a knowing glance, just as Harry clean dived into the pool and him and Tom swam off.

"Did I miss anything?" H asked, smiling suggestively.

"No, and you never will," I frowned. "Get you with your perfect curves and size 6 figure," I winked at her. I've always wanted her body.

"Says you with your legs up to here and your double D's!" She sang.

"Do you want to say it any louder?!" I hissed.

"Ok!" She yelled, "SAYS YOU WITH YOUR LEGS AND YOUR DOUBLE D-"

"HARRIET!" I cut her off, "That is private information!"

She had a guilty look on her face and almost winced as she hesitated, "Not anymore it isn't..."

Shit.

I turned slowly round to see Tom and Harry gaping at me. I grabbed a towel to cover my chest and stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" H asked.

"Lunch. Coming?"

She nodded and followed me, leaving the boys to dream in peace.