First Time For Everything

05

Author's Note: AH! Hello everybody! I'm so excited to be sharing this chapter. It's a bit of a long one, I won't lie. I'm not home yet but the wifi is good and I got a few hours to myself to polish it off. I hope y'all like it.

This chapter has a lot to do with Dylan and kind of kicks off Niall's arc haha the next chapter is gonna be *chef's kiss* and I'm already working on it. If I'm lucky, it'll be out tonight/tomorrow so look out for that. After the next chapter, things are gonna get a bit more businessy and serious and we might even come across a familiar ex ;)

enjoy!!

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"We're going to the beach today, boys," I say, finally sitting down at the breakfast table. We've all been awake for a couple hours now, but none of us have eaten yet.

Some men came by at 6:00 in the morning to figure out how to install a recording studio. They took a few measurements, discussed logistics with my mom, and left, claiming they would be back around noon to get to work.

Originally, I wanted to take the day to rest. Lay out in the sun or play football with the boys. Something fun. But, with the men coming, I figured we wouldn't get much peace and quiet. I made the executive decision to just leave the house a few minutes ago.

Louis and Zayn are laughing quite loudly about something as I sit, but both immediately stop at my words.

"Really?" Liam asks, looking up from the notebook he's scrawling in.

"Technically, we're meant to write today," Niall says without looking at me.

Things have been weird between us since the night I told them about Dylan, but it's nothing I can't get past. I think we were just a bit too sentimental.

"Technically," Zayn says, poking at Louis' side who giggles and pushes him away, "I don't care. Let's go to the beach!"

"I'd be just as down as you, Z, if we didn't have a whole album due tomorrow. We still have two songs to finish, you know," Liam leans back in his chair as he speaks.

"I can give you some of my old lyrics tonight if you need them still," I offer, looking between Louis and Liam, "'Sides, it'll be way too loud to work in the house today if they're really going to be carving a window into one of the walls in the basement."

"She makes a point," Harry says, offering Niall some strawberries.

Niall takes the strawberries with a nod, "I'm game. Let's do it. No offense, D, but I've been dying to get out of the house for a minute now."

"Me too," I admit, "We can take a volleyball or something and spend the day. There are pits for fires, too, if we decide to stay after dark."

"Okay. But I'm holding you to your lyric offer," Liam says, pushing his notepad and pencil away from himself.

"Of course. You'll looooooove getting questions about whoever broke your heart when you incorporate them into a song, I'm sure."

"Ha! And they're gonna think you wrote them, Liam! Good luck explaining that one," Zayn laughs.

"At this point, most people assume Louis writes all the songs, so redirect your attitude."

"Damn. All the Larries bouta start tweeting you, Haz," I laugh, accepting the strawberries from Niall (the fans still don't know if the relationship is real).

We joke like that for a little while longer, predicting the tweets fans would direct at Louis and Harry if they were to actually take my lyrics. Everything from cheating to being left to straight up hating the person on the other end of the song. I realize after a moment that it feels good to be able to joke about Dylan for once. I'm always so serious about my time with him, I've never tried to make light of it.