A drunk tale

“Hi again, is that Harry and your friend?” a voice popped up from nowhere. I groaned and peered from the corner of my eye to see Niall standing beside me with his arms crossed and laughing at god knows what.

“Yea it is” I said simply before returning my gaze to the pool full of people that are judging each other by their body and swimwear.

“So is there something in particular you’d like to know or are you just going to stand there like an awkward penguin?” I asked and heard shuffling and something digging into the ground before a creak of him most likely bringing a chair next to me and lying down on it.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow “Actually yea there is”

“Okay then what is it?” I asked looking over at his half naked body lying next to me on a chair. I looked away feeling a bit flustered but regained my confidence.

“Well Harry and I are just going around meeting new people” he said looking at me and smiling.

“And what has this got to do with me and my friend over there” I replied pointing over to the retard that had placed a pair of goggles above her belly button and played with the both creating a whole new character.

“Uh well nothing really I guess just a friendly introduction” he shrugged resting his arm across his forehead. I nodded and stared at Harry’s body. Birds. Tattoos. So fucking many. We have a bad ass over here.

“Alright then. Nothing wrong with a friendly chat with a complete stranger. Sounds safe to me” I muttered rolling onto my stomach and bring my arms underneath my head.

“Do you maybe have a problem with us?” he frowned and turned onto his stomach to direct his question to me further. I shook my head with as much possibility of it looking like I’m shaking my head instead of it looking like I’m having a spasm.

“Oh okay I hope not” he whispered turning his head the other way. I looked at the back of his tousled hair and shut my eyes. What is going on with me?

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