Harry's POV:

Cassie and I played around in the water a bit, casually trying to drown each other. I had to resist the urge to pull her into my chest and crush my lips down on hers more than once. She was just mad fit.

“Oi, Rachel joined us finally! Let's get out,” she suddenly said and started off towards the beach. When she was almost out, I grabbed for her arm and yanked her back harshly, so that she would fall back into the waves. Laughing like a little boy, I then ran to my towel, chuckling at the sight of her sitting in the water, looking furious.

“Good one, mate,” Louis complimented me while he was tracing sand over Rachel's bare stomach. They were lying down on towels next to Cassie's and Rachel had obviously given up in trying to stop him teasing her. Her eyes were closed and she tried to play unaffected, but I could clearly see her eyelids flutter and the corner of her mouth twitch.

“Oi! Harold!” I suddenly heard Cassie yell from right behind me and I turned around only to get slapped on both sides of my face. “Slapwich!” she screamed and giggled away at my shocked expression. Well, I guess I deserved that one, so I simply grinned back. We dried off and lay down to soak in the sun. I leant on my side, watching Cassie. I had noticed some tats on her body here and there and I was curious.

“You have some ink,” I stated.

“So do you,” she just replied, mimicking my position and looking at me.

“Wanna explain them?” I asked.

“Nope,” she just said and popped the p.

“Aw, come on, Cass. I'm curious,” I tried to plead.

“How much do you have?”

“Uhm... around 20, I guess? But they're all relatively small,” I answered.

“And they all have a meaning?” I could hear the doubting tone in her voice.

“Some more, some less. Some I just liked the look of. Now, come on, show me yours, or I'll go looking for them!” time to get down to business. Her eyes widened slightly and she let out a small groan.

“Alright,” she finally said and hoisted herself up into a sitting position. She extended her legs and pointed to a small umbrella at the inner side of her left ankle. “This represents my love for London and the rain,” she started.

Then she pointed to the right side of her hipbone. Relatively low on it sat a small black star. “My star phase,” she said dryly. Next was some handwriting under her left breast. It was very fine and I brought my face closer to read it. It said “i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)”. I simply loved it. “One of my favourite poems. I got it when my mum died,” her tone became more serious.

Her fingers wandered to the outline of a heart at the end of her right collarbone. She liked that one, I had seen her tracing it with her fingers more than once. “Got this in Lisbon after a hard break-up,” she stated.
Then she stretched her arms out. There was a small padlock at the inner side of her right elbow. It was almost identical to mine. “Waiting for a guy with the key to it,” she sighed. Pointing at the same spot on her left elbow, there was a small arrow. “I'm a Sagittarius and I got good aim.”

Turning around, I then saw her biggest one. Handwriting again, this time at the left side of her lower back. It looked like Shakespeare had put it there himself, such an old style. Next to it were two stars which looked slightly familiar. “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul,” she almost whispered. “Gives me strength. Also from a poem. Got it when both my parents got diagnosed with cancer.” she turned around to face me again, fumbling with her fingers. “It reminds me to not let anyone dictate my life, and to always be myself,” she said silently.


“And the stars?” I asked, guessing there was a reason for them, too. Her smile brightened and she grinned.

“Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning,” she quoted and I looked confused. “Peter Pan,” she added, seeing my clueless face. “'Cause deep down, I'll never grow up.” I laughed and we looked at each other happily.

“I love them all,” I confessed and she smiled.

“Can't say that about yours,” she countered and shot me a cheeky smile. “Those swallows? Cheesy,” she teased me.

“Oh, shut it,” I replied and threw some sand at her.

“Stop it or you're not getting any sandwiches!” she squealed and I stopped in mid-air.

“You've got food?” Louis' voice suddenly rang from behind me. She nodded and took out some from her bag, handing them over. “I love you,” Louis said, mouth already full of food and we all laughed. I chewed on mine, watching Cassie contently. We had agreed to be just friends, but I couldn't help but feel like this girl was fucking made for me. Damn it.


Cassie's POV:

Late in the evening, we returned to the city. The traffic was awful and it took almost three hours until we stepped into the apartment again. I let myself drop on the couch and my eyelids fluttered close. I was so damn tired. All the running around on the beach, splashing, mock-drowning and the game of volleyball we played later on had really worn me out. I had taken some really good pictures, though. I felt a warm body next to me on the couch and a hand stroking my hair softly. Opening an eye lazily, I saw Harry gesturing for me to cuddle against him. I sighed and did as he wanted. The last thing I heard was his soft heartbeat against my ear before I drifted off into unconsciousness.


Liam's POV:

“See you soon?” Behati whispered against my lips when I kissed her goodbye at the door.

“Anytime you want,” I replied and stroked her cheek softly. She pressed one small peck against my nose and disappeared. I closed the door and leant against it, sighing contently. I was in love. Last night was great, and today, we actually spent most of in bed. I strolled into the living room slowly and laughed at the sight there. Niall and Demi were playing a video game, Zayn was drawing something over at the piano, Harry and Cassie were sleeping on the couch and Louis and Rachel were putting all sorts of things on the two of them. So far, half the kitchen was on Cassie, whereas Harry was covered in DVDs and food. They still looked cute, though. I went over to Zayn and took a look on his notepad. He was drawing a girl which looked very much like Perrie. “What's going on with you two?” I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders, not taking his eyes of the paper.

“It's difficult. We're away all the time, but I really like her,” he mumbled and I squeezed his shoulder.

“You'll make it work,” I assured him and went to get my laptop. I haven't done a twitcam in a long time, and somehow, I felt like it. Bad enough that we were off the radar for so long, let's not let our fans starve. I returned into the living room.

“Twitcam?” Niall asked, not taking his eyes off the TV screen.

“Yeah, Demi and Rachel, you wanna be involved in this?” I asked the two girls.

“Hell, no!” Rachel said and gave Louis a hard peck on the cheek. “See you later,” she said suggestively and turned towards her room.

“Wait, I'll come with!” Demi said while getting up from the floor. “I'm not ready for this yet,” she groaned and kissed Niall softly before speeding after Rachel. In the meantime, I had already tweeted that we were gonna do a twitcam in five minutes and decided to place the laptop on top of the piano. Sitting down on the stool in front of it, Niall and Louis joined me, whereas Zayn was seen in the background.

“Hey guys! How is everyone?” I started and waved into the camera. There were already 40.000 viewers and the number was rising. Wow, they really missed us. We spent the next few minutes answering some questions and being random. More and more people asked “Where's Harry?” and Louis grabbed the laptop.

“I'll show you where sleepy Harry is,” he whispered suspiciously and sneaked over to the couch. Careful to only show Harry, he turned the laptop around really close to his sleeping face. “Let's wake him up, shall we?” Louis then whispered and stepped back slightly. Niall had come up behind him and knew what to do. He leant close in to Harry's ear and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Harold! Get ya fat ass outta bed!” Harry twitched awake and looked shocked. All the stuff Louis had put on him slowly fell of and he was breathing heavily.

“What the..?” he started slowly and looked around. Seeing Louis with the laptop and all of us in a laughing fit, he then smiled himself and waved to the camera. Next to him, Cassie had also stirred and looked around sleepily. Harry noticed and smiled at her sweetly. She looked pissed and groaned something that sounded suspiciously like “Stupid little boy-bands and their fucking pranks all the fucking time. Grow a bloody pair”, before she buried her head in the cushions. We all laughed and returned to the piano.

“Mission successful,” Louis joked and we continued answering questions. A lot of them were about Cassie now. Uh-oh, they had seen her. Over the next few minutes, the fans literally went crazy about why Harry and Cassie were cuddling on the couch. I looked over and saw her lying over his chest. They had both fallen back to sleep, his hand resting on her cheek, and his other arm wrapped protectively around her. We told the fans that it was just a friendly nap, but looking at them all cuddly like that, I had the slight feeling we were steering towards some problems right over there.

Notes

tattoos are all mine, I have the star as well, but no good picture at hand at the moment.

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