On his last night in Hawaii, Harry Styles sets his sights on a fiery pro-surfer, who pushes him outside his comfort zone and decides to take him on a little adventure he'll never forget. One that lived past its expiration date. He could've never gue...
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HARRY'S POV
(SUMMER 2015)
"Can you lot move your asses? It's our last day and I want to spend the rest of it at the beach!" Niall yells inside from the bungalow's back deck.
We're in Hawaii, and this is our last vacation before our hiatus begins. We decided that we needed to take a rest week between shows since it might be the last time we'll all be together for a while. We agreed to focus on our solo music careers and get away from the toxicity of our grueling schedules and management, needing a break from the craziness of it all.
Don't get me wrong, it's been an amazing ride, and I have loved every single second of the journey—accomplishing what we have as a band since we formed One Direction five years ago. But we're all exhausted. And we miss home.
"Shut it, Niall. You were the last one to get out of bed this morning, which is why we're running behind in the first place." Louis slaps Niall upside his head as we all congregate in the living room.
I chuckle to myself as they bicker back and forth, throwing my long hair into a bun because it's hot as fuck here. Even though it's nice, I'm used to the cool, muggy weather in England. Picking up my beach towel, I throw it over my shoulder and then slide my sunglasses on top of my head.
Liam rolls his eyes and pushes the guys out the sliding glass door and across the deck until we're making our way towards the cabana we reserved on the beach. Apparently, there is some big charity thing going on today, so we opted to get a space for ourselves to have some privacy, just in case.
"Shit. Look at those girls tearing it up out there," Niall whisper-shouts, tipping his sunglasses up to get a better view.
Glancing up from my phone to see what he's talking about; I realize that this is obviously part of the event our manager told us we'd likely run into today.
I turn my focus back to the guys, but they're too busy gaping with their mouths hanging open as they check out all the pretty surfers littering the beach. With a sigh, I walk up behind them and shove them forward to usher them inside our cabana. After setting our stuff down and pouring some drinks, we head out to enjoy the rest of the evening. We're close enough to the action, but not in the middle of the crowd, which is good for us.
"Do we want to chance it and move further out to watch?" I ask, genuinely interested because I've always wanted to learn how to surf. It seems so freeing.
"Fuck yeah!" Liam cheers, all but running from our sanctuary.
"Mate. Look at her." Louis smacks my arm to get my attention. He points to a slender blonde with long, wavy hair, wearing a tiny blue and yellow bikini which accentuates the contours of her figure deliciously.
She's holding her custom board upright, which is a vibrant shade of baby blue, while a few photographers circle around and snap pictures of her. She poses for a couple of serious shots but then goofs around for the rest—puffing her cheeks out for some as she struggles to contain her giggles, and then she's flexing her biceps and baring her teeth with an adorable growl for the others.
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