*Emma’s P.O.V.*
I sighed, my head resting on his beautiful bare chest. I stared up at the sun, as it beat down on our bodies. It was a beautiful day, which Harry told me was unusual for Holmes Chapel. It was usually rainy, and dreary, clouds painting the sky grey. But on this beautiful summer day, we sat on a pool chair, my body pressed against his, next to a large pool. I smiled, the moment being perfect. He looked down at me and a smirk formed on his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“You just look perfect. I love that bathing suit,” I laughed when he said it. I hadn’t expected we were going to go swimming, so I had to buy one from a nearby store. Problem is, since I’m very petite, they didn’t have my size, so I had to buy a kids bathing suit. I had grown a few inches in the spring, making me finally in the range of average heights, although just barely. I was very skinny as well, as I had always been. But of course, the kid’s bathing suits were too small. The largest size just barely covered me up entirely, except the strings kept coming undone. Every so often I had to ask Harry to do it up for me.
And he enjoyed every second of it.
“You probably did this on purpose,” I speculated. “Left me stranded with no bathing suit, so you’d be able to gape at my boobs spilling out of this child’s bikini top.”
He grinned, and I smacked his arm. Now that I think about it, I was actually quite lucky. Instead of being forced to buy some sort of princess one, they had a black bikini with gold strings to tie it up with.
“I can’t believe a kid would wear this!” I laugh, and Harry joined in with me. I rested my head back on his chest, and we lay in silence for a while. Until we saw a familiar laugh from behind us, and we spun around to see Zayn flirting with some girl. She was leaning against the change room wall, as Zayn tried to coax her into staying at the pool area with him.
Zayn recently broke up with his girlfriend, and he was so lonely we felt obliged to invite him with us. It was nice to have him along, and he kept himself occupied.
*Zayn’s P.O.V.*
I bit my lip, as I stared at her perfect body leaning against the wall in front of me. She was average height, with pale skin and dark, dark hair. But what fascinated me most were her eyes. I never thought I would meet someone with more beautiful eyes than Niall, but here she was. They were blue, like his, but they changed color around the pupils. There was a rim of yellow molding into the blue. “Cat’s eyes” she told me they were called.
“I’ve never seen a cat with eyes that beautiful.” I responded, making her giggle.
“Listen, I have to go. But, it was nice meeting you.” She smiled and turned to leave, but I grabbed her arm.
“Come on, you can’t go now!” I was probably just another guy trying to flirt with her. She must’ve had tons of guys drooling over her. She sported a lime green bikini with black strings tying it up, the colors complimenting her skin well.
“I really have to.” She started to seem uncomfortable, and I felt like an idiot.
“Look,” I said. “I know I sound like another horny guy trying to flirt with you, but it’s not like that. I swear.”
She bit her lip, and turned around again to face me properly. “Here’s my number.” She said, handing me a paper. “But I really do have to go.”
