The Bad Boy

Chapter 58

Harry's P.O.V.

Stephanie is literally killing me. From her small moans when we kiss, to her tiny bathing suit with the UK flag printed on it. And she won't even let me get past first base.

"Steph." I groan pulling away from her, her hands remaining tangled in my hair.

"What?" She asks, looking confused.

"Nothing." I shake my head and untangle myself from her. Is we don't stop now, she's going to regret what happens.

"Let's go down to the beach." Steph suggests. "I can't wait to use our new boogie board!' She looks like a six year old with that sparkle in her eye as she darts through the condo, collecting her stuff. She also pulls on a white dress shirt, bunching it up and tying it in a knot in the front.

I stand by the door as she brings me stuff to carry. I end up lugging down a bag of sand toys (no clue why), two new boogie boards, and her bag. She carries only the volleyball and a bottle of water.

"COME ON DIPSHIT!" She screeches, perching her sunglasses on her nose.

Ally and Niall appear out of their room lugging their crap. They follow us down to our chairs, where we dump our crap.

Ally and Steph collapse on the two middle chairs and Niall and I fill in on either side. It's not long before beach boy shows up.

"Can I adjust you umbrella?" He asks.

"Us two will take full shade." Steph says, gesturing to herself and me.

"Why?" I scoff. Full shade is for babies.

"Because." She snaps.

Dain obeys her orders, moving the umbrella so Steph and I are totally covered, then hurries off to attend to the chairs full of big breasted bimbos next to us.

"Why did you tell him we both wanted shade?" Harry asks.

"Because you didn't put on sunscreen this morning, and I don't want you to get burnt." Steph shrugs.

"You two act like an old married couple." Ally laughs.

"So, at least were not f****** like teenagers." Steph fires back.

"That's your choice." I mumble.

"We are teenagers!" Ally throws her hands up.

"Forget about it." Steph shrugs.

"Let's go play volleyball." Ally suggests, puling out the tye dyed ball.

"Yeah!" Steph says, her eyes gleaming again.

"Come on Niall." Ally says.

Niall obeys, climbing off of the chair.

"Harry come on." Steph says.

"Then I'd have to put down my beer." I say, smirking at her.

"Just come on." She pleads.

"No, I'm good. You guys go have fun." I wave them off.

"You are NO fun." Steph grumps, glaring at me.

"Just leave him." Ally shrugs, grabbing Steph's hand and hauling her away, towards the volley ball net at the next complex.

I look down when my phone pings, the I take a sip of my beer, discreetly hidden in a coozie. When I put it down, I see a short, deeply tanned girl, with thick and long jet black hair hanging around her shoulders. She has huge boobs and a giant ass and is wearing a pink suit with a black and white border and white flamingos on it.

"Hi." She giggles, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Hello?" I say.

"I hate to interrupt you, but would you mind coming to take a picture of me and my friends?" She asks, gesturing to the girls in the next chairs over. There's three of them.

"Uh, yeah I guess so." I say, climbing off the chair, and brushing some of my hair out of my face. I should have let Steph tie it up for me, oh well.

"Great thanks!" She says and I folow her over to the chairs.

She hands me her phone and then her and her friends run in front of me so their backs are to the ocean. They pair of two and two and make some sort of side ways figure eight thing with their arms. I take some pictures of that with each of the phones. Then they switch so their on each others backs, hugging each other, carrying one another bridal style, legs hiked up around the waists...

"Thank you so much!" She gushes, rushing forward.

"No problem." I laugh.

"Now, I hate to ask, but the chair boy said no and we're sort of down here for a bridal shower and we have to have a picture with five guys with tattoos. Would you mind?" She asks.

"Erm, I guess not?" I say.

"Fabulous." She says through her lip gloss coated lips.

She grabs my hand and jerks me over to her group.

"We can just pick him up." One of them suggests.

They agree and I soon find myself being lifted off the ground by some impressively strong twenty year olds. They called over another girl to take the picture.

"HARRY?!?!" I hear Stephanie's voice gasp.

I look over to see her standing with her arms on her hips by our chairs. She walks over to us, her eyes narrowed as the girls set me back on my feet. I felt a few wondering hands, if you know what I mean.

"Steph, I thought you went to play volleyball." I say.

"We did but someone else beat us to it." She says. "So when I leave your run off to the nearest group of sluts to take pictures with?"

"Woah woah woah back it up bitch!" the short one who called me over says, walking forward.

"Bitch? Who are you calling bitch you fake ass bimbo!" Steph shrieks.

The short girl lunges forward with a growl, tackling Steph to the ground. They claw at each other, pulling on hair and scratching with their nails. Oh, and screaming.

A loud whistle pierces the air and I see Ally standing over them, fingers in mouth. The girls separate and pull themselves up to their feet. Steph's leg is bleeding!

"Steph, are you okay?" i ask, reaching out and touching her arm.

"Don't touch me Harry!" She yelps, smacking my hand away and storming off to who knows where. Great. Greaty great great. Just f****** great.