Cherry- H.S

This.

A/N: There is a part in this chapter where it will tell you to play the chapter song... DON'T IGNORE IT! LISTEN TO INSTRUCTIONS!

"Cherry love... Wake up.." I open my eyes to soft light pouring in the room, and a messy haired boy looking down on me. I cover my face with a groan and he laughs softly.

"Why, oh why do I need to wake up?" I mumble, feeling like this is the first time I've fully slept through the night with no problems, no nightmares, not even thoughts and fears keeping me awake this time.

"Everyone else just got here... M'pretty sure they were all heading out to the beach, and I didn't think you'd want to miss out on that..." He mumbles, and I pull the covers back showing only my eyes.

"This beach you speak of..."

"It's private, no one but the people in this house can be on it.... There may or may not be a surfboard for you..." He pleads his case, and I throw the covers off of me, and get right out of bed.

"You had me at surfboard... I'll be out in a bit, but-"

"Before we got here there was a grocery list made, and purchased... I got all your favorites..." He tells me, and I could melt.

"Harry Styles I mean it when I say this so do not take it lightly, you truly are the best. I could swoon." I joke, looking over my shoulder. He stands there, placing his hand on his hip, giving me a look. "What?" I ask.

"I was waiting for you to swoon over me..." He looks at me like it was obvious, and his face slowly melts into a cheeky smile, which causes me to do the same. He walks out of the room, and I already hear chatter outside as he does, knowing there will probably be questions asked on why he was staying in here, and not his own room.

I hadn't really thought about that... The fact that his entire team is in the house too, and there's not much privacy with that, but they're also his team meaning they won't be out spitting lies, and spreading rumors... His team doesn't strike me as that type of crowd.. They're more like a family than a work group.

I move slowly this morning, knowing I'm more than okay with taking my time, doing things the way I'd like to right now.. I know that will ring true this entire week. We may all be together, but we can run on our own time if we'd like, there's no rules, or set times for anything, it's kind of a free for all.

I put on a one piece, it's blue with a pattern of oranges on it. One pieces are easier to surf in, and I plan on getting in the ocean today, nothing will stop me from that... The ocean is a lot warmer here than California so this will be the only time I've gotten to get up on a wave without having to wear a wetsuit.

I go into the kitchen, and blend together a smoothie, not making my usual breakfast today, and going with just a smoothie. I grab one of the towels stacked outside on the porch, and I walk myself down the wooden steps, and on the warm sand, feeling it sink between my toes.

I walk on the heated sand, and approach the beach chairs, laying my towel down, seeing a single person sitting here. I notice everyone else farther out, Harry, and two others, a brunette girl, and some guy playing with a football. There are others laying out near the ocean, and some in the ocean... But there's one person sitting up here, sitting on the chairs.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." I joke, taking a seat on one of the chais, leaving a chair between us. Mitch looks over his shoulder at me, his hair pulled back.

"Cherry.. When he told me he was bringing you with us I swore you'd back out.." He laughs, and I shake my head.

"I don't think he would have let me." I shake my head, knowing the small meltdown he would have thrown if I told him I couldn't come to Jamaica.