Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 9. Port D'alcudia.

Day 90.

There were so much things that needed to be done, we were in creative process. Where we are demanded to write new songs or get people to write for us for our next album. Can't believe that i've got here to be honest. Writing songs and doing gigs, we've had a few but not everything seem's right. We've got Liam's old songs in the album, which was briliant and we tweaked the tune a little bit.

I picked the house that we are staying, it was beautiful and was very recommended. combining contemporary design features with eastern influence sort of space. The house has a private driveway with onsite parking for six cars, which was massive.  Soaring ceilings, multiple windows, and sliding door access to the decks enhance the feeling of spaciousness and open the house to the gorgeous views of Port D'alcudia. 

 All the bathrooms are tiled and have either stall showers or jacuzzi tubs with showers. The master bath has a heated floor, two sinks, an oversized shower stall, and a separate toilet room. Niall was excited to spend his weekend with Rosie, because they barely have anytime together. Rosie being busy with all the modeling and Niall with his work.

Sitting on the white wooden couch at the patio, listening to the waves and the summer breeze. Feeling the cold wind going through my hair, holding a pen and a blank paper. I'm in one of the most beautiful places on earth and i can't find myself to be inspired by anything to write a decent song. No, i don't need a decent song, i need to write a big one.

Wer'e in Spain, Port d'alcudia, to be exact. We were allowed to have a week off, Louis decided that he's going back home for the week and Zayn aswell. I get how they miss their family because both of them have big ones. But the rest of us decided we need a real holiday, Niall brought Rosie with him. Eventhough she's on the phone nearly 24/7, and i persuaded Grace to come along.

She was excited course, but the amount of medication she took with her was immense. She had those box with numbers and days written on them so she won't forget. It wonders me sometime how seriously ill she is.

We got a two story full glass beach house rented for four days, and this is our second day today. "Paper's still blank", a soft voice said behind me, closing the slide doors as she walked. Grace was wearing a white see-through gown on top of her bikini, her messy hair was effortless but beautiful in a way.

"I can see that", i sighed and dropped my pen. Stretching my arms and laid back, looking forward and see the clear blue ocean. "Is it always that hard, writing?", she sat next to me and crossed her legs. Our skin touched and for the thousand time the electric wave still comes and go. "It wasn't always this hard", i had a sip of my lemonade.

She looked at me, and played with my hair, tracing her fingers down the tip of my face then my neck, and it stopped. "You know what you need to do?", she leaned in and whispered into my ear. Her hot breath tickled but it was a pleasurable sense as well. "mm hmm", i pouted my lips together puting my hands on her waist, "To get your hands off me and swim with me at the beach", she smiled then smacked my cheeks playfully.

"Alright then, for a minute there i thought you were in to me", i put all the effort to stand up. I walked to the glass rail, leaning on it with both my arms supporting my body.

It was a warm day and I could see a group of people already out having a tan. “I was always into you dummy”, I felt her skinny arms slip through my waust and the weight of her head on my shoulders. “I feel a bit titanic to be honest”, I spread my arms out wide and she held mine. “Race ya downstairs”, she whispered then off she went.

I chuckled, and carried on racing her downstairs. Rosie was sitting in Niall’s lap down at the tv room, she was still typing away on her iPhone while Niall is striving to get her attenton. “Out to the beach, Liaaam”, I yelled out. “He’s gone for a surf already earlier”, Niall told me, looking back over the couch. “It’s a bloody good day out and your sat watching telly?”, I messed his hair and ran out the wooden door, not even bothered with what Niall had to say back.

She had towels in her hands already, spreading them out and laid there in victory. “You’re slow”, she was rolling around and yelling while I was walking slowly few feets away. “I let you win, babe”, I simply answered, opening my shirt off. I could see her grining, better yet I can feel her grinning. “You’ve been working out lately?’, she smiled, “Nah I was borned with abs and three nips haven’t you heard?”

She took off her sunnies that I bought her, and her white dress, leaving a black metalic leopar printed bikini on. “Put sunscreen on me?”, she tossed the bottle and sat backwards. “With pleasure”, I squirted some and rubbed them on her soft shoulders, she had freckles on that I haven’t noticed. She does have some on her face as well. Then I rubbed her back and down her waist, mesagged her and we both can sense each other’s seductive smile. “Can you do it without being cheeky?”, she napped. But then kissed me on my forehead as she stood up, “thank you”.

“Hey, you’re not doing mine?!”, I yelled as she walked closer to where the water stopped flowing. I quickly put some on me and chased her, gripping her waist and pulling her on top of me, swirling her around, splashing water. The sound of her laugh brings me pure happiness.

She yelled in my ear, “put me dooown”. She started to splash the salty sea water again, leaving my hair soaky wait. It did burn my eyes  a bit, “ow!”, I turned my back on her and pretended that I was in so much pain. “Oh my god harry I’m so so sorry”, she touched my shoulders and struggled walking in he water.

She held my chin and the edges of my eyes. Her fingers found her way on my neck and she pulled me closer until our faces were inches away. I looked down and she kissed my eyelids. “That should do”, I looked deep into her eyes before I got my revenge to splash her again. “Should I always be in pain so you’ll kiss me?”, I grinned. “You know my lips are hurting as well”, she laughed like crazy.

Grace took my hand and guided me further and deeper into the ocean. The water was clear and I could see our legs and the white sand with seashells on them. The water was about my waist when we stopped walking. We dived in through the big waves and decided to body surf.

“It’s a good day out”, she walked closer to me fighting the currant.

“It’s a good day out with the a good friend”

“Will I always be a good friend to you?”, I raised my eyebrow and combed my sleek hair with my hands.

“I don’t know. I wish so, don’t you?”, she leaned her head on my bare cheek. Our sticky body touched, under the warm sun, the cold water and the summer breeze.

“You know I always want more out of us”

“We are.. more”

“More… would be like this”, I braved myself to finally reach out to her. I only needed to tilt her head up, our eyes locked. This time, she didn’t neglect me. Our already wet lips met, hers was salty but it was perfect. It was natural and it was meant to be.

“I’m glad ‘more’ happened”, she agreed.