The Bad Boy

Chapter 63

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        "Guess where we're going now!" I say, stepping inside to see Ally sitting at the table doing something on her laptop and Niall eating a granola bar.

        "If you love me you'll say we're going parasailing bitches." Ally says, not stopping the constant typing on her laptop.

        "WE'RE GOING PARASAILING BITCHES!" I yell.

        "WOOHOO!" Ally yells, jumping off the chair.

        "F*** NO!" Harry gripes. "It's to early for this. I'm going back to bed since somebody made me sleep on the ground."

        He stomps off to our room, closing the door behind him. Hot to cold and back again. Can you say bi freaking polar?

        I blow air out of my mouth, heading into the kitchen.

        "Anybody up for some smoothies?" I ask.

        "I'll take one." Ally pipes up, having resumed her typing.

        "Smoothies are for wusses. I'll take a beer." Niall says, lowering his voice and flexing a muscle. "Preferably Irish."

        "Ha yeah, so watermelon strawberry then?" I ask.

        "That'll be good." Niall nods, turning his lips in and puffing his cheeks out.

        Ally smiles to herself as I throw the ingredients in. When Ally and I were little we tried for three years to find the perfect smoothie recipe, failing countless times. We finally concocted the perfect recipe we vowed to never tell anyone else about it. Ever. And we haven't.

        "We need music, this is so depressing." I sigh as I blend the smoothies and empty them into the three glasses I set out. Harry's going to be a party pooper so he wouldn't want any anyways.

        "Pick it." Ally says as I walk over to the table, spinning her laptop so it faces me. I set the smoothies down and pull up YouTube, plugging in my little amplifier near by. Soon, "When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat dolls is playing through the speaker, loudly I might add.

        "CAUSE SEE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WOULD SAY I WANNA SEE THE WORLD DRIVE NICE CARS I WANNA HAVE BOOBIES!!!!!" Ally hollers, confusing the word "groupies" with "boobies", but I like it better in the Ally version.

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        Ally and I dance around for a while while Niall heads into His and Ally's room, closing the door behind him and taking his smoothie with him. Eventually we have finished our smoothies and are ready to head to the beach. Harry's in the bathroom, so I change into an electric turquoise bikini with electric purple edges and sewn lines and little purple pineapples. I couldn't find one without the stupid push up part, so I'm sure Harry will be staring. Greaty great great.

        "Damn, that's a loud bikini." Harry sighs, raking his gaze over my suit.

        "Gee thanks." I sigh, pulling my hair into a donut bun on the top of my head.

        I feel him walking towards me. He stops behind me and wraps his hands around me from behind.

        "It was a compliment." He breathes into my ear.

        "Whatever." I push out of his

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Harry is so hot and cold. One minute he's stalking off into the bed room and the next his horny self is pressed up behind me, whispering how good I look in my bikini. I swear to God. After I push out of his arms I collect my bag and my water-bug black sunglasses before sliding into my wedge black flip flops and leaving the bedroom. I grab a towel for my self and then pick my phone up off the counter. Ally waltzes out in a pink swimsuit with white flamingos and a black and white striped border.