One Direction One Shots

Poolboy*

"Who's that, Haz?" Liam asked.  He was at the window seat in his boyfriends bedroom, the others lounging on the bed and various sofas across the room.  He was referencing the boy down by Harry's pool, a skimmer in hand.

Harry came over, glancing over Liam's shoulder.  "Oh, that's the new pool boy.  I think his name's Niall."

Liam took Harry's hand resting on his shoulder into his hand.  "He looks fit."  Liam wondered, squinting at the small boy with beach blond locks.

At that statement, their other two boyfriends got up from the sofa, coming over to see the boy that their lover had called hot.

"Mmmm," Zayn said in agreement, humming as the boy leaned down, his bum outlined by his tight jean shorts.

"Where'd you find him, Haz?" Louis asked.  "He some stripper that your parents hired for us?"

"Mm, no," Harry said, glancing at him one more time before going back to the sofa.  "He's just the pool boy."

***

"I think we should go down and talk to him." Louis said, sitting in Liam's spot a few days later.  Today, it was just him and Harry, as Liam was lifting weights at the school and Zayn wanted to stay after to finish a painting.

"Talk to who?" Harry asked in confusion, realizing who Louis was talking about when he saw him staring out the window and at the boy raking leaves next to the pool.

"He seems nice." Louis said, shrugging.  Harry got up, leaning against Louis' legs as he glanced out the window again.

"I haven't talked to him yet, but he's come into the kitchen once or twice for water." Harry said, staring at his boyfriend.  He looked quite good like this, collarbones exposed from his low cut shirt.

"Liam was right, he is fit." Louis murmured.

"You're fit too, love," Harry said quietly, leaning forwards and attaching his lips onto Louis' exposed collarbones.

Louis moaned, leaning into Harry's lips, lifting his chin up so Harry could attach under his jawline.

They didn't notice the pool boy below them, watching their little session until they took their kisses to Harry's bed.

***

The next time the pool boy spotted was when Zayn sat on the window seat, sketchbook in hand and looking out of the window in search for something to draw.

That something came in the form of a person, when the pool boy walked up to the chairs next to it, cleaning spray and sponge in hand.

Zayn quickly became intrigued, watching as the boy sat down, setting to clean the Adirondack chairs lining the deck.  He raised his pencil to the page, quickly becoming focused on his subject and the lines he was creating on the page.

After about a half hour, pool boy stood up in satisfaction, and Zayn sat up in pride.  It was quite a good drawing; it might've been one of his favorites.  The boy was leaning back on his hands, legs crossed, face shaded from the trees.

He felt Liam press against his back, opening his sketchbook a bit in order to let him see it.  Liam hummed in approval, glancing from the pool boy to the sketch on the page.

"He's cute," Zayn muttered, and Liam nodded.  He couldn't help but wonder if any of them were going to ever make a move on him; though they were in a four way relationship, they were always open to another member, if everyone else approved of them.

And it seemed to be that way.

***

It was the first warm day of the year, and Harry wanted to go swimming.  He had texted his boyfriends to bring them bathing suits that day, and he was excited to possibly see the pool boy up close this time.