Sage’s POV

“Finally!” Zayn complained cracking his back as we stood on the beach.

“That took forever.” I looked over at Liam who was on my left.

“Yea, cause we let Grandma Payne drive.” Niall laughed.

“What?” He asked looking down at me.

“Sorry grandma, I forgot that you lost your hearing aids.” I joked, almost in tears from laughing so hard.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and walked back to the truck.

“Good one.” Niall high-fived me and then walked over to Louis and Liam.

“Sage!” Harry yelled from the edge of the water.

I laughed and walked over to the truck. Liam wasn’t pouting anymore and everyone was laughing and joking as I took my shirt off to reveal my bikini top.

“No stripping!” Louis yelled covering his eyes but leaving little spot to look through.

“You don’t have to stare guys.” A raspy voice came from behind me as a cold hand touched the middle of my back.

“Stop touching me Harry, you're freezing!” I jumped and moved away from him. “And he’s right, stop staring at me.”

“You can’t tell us not to stare when you undress in front of us.” Zayn laughed.

“You guys make everything so weird. How am I supposed to swim or just hangout on the beach if I cant even change?” I asked making all of them speechless. “Exactly, now be men and stop watching me.”

“Let’s get this barbeque started.” Liam said after a few seconds.

We unpacked the truck and set all of our stuff up in the sand. It was set up perfectly and everything was just the way we wanted it in less than 15 minutes.

“Football anyone?” Harry asked holding up a football.

“Sure.” We all agreed and walked away from the set up.

“I’m first captain.” Zayn volunteered.

“And I’m second.” I almost yelled before Harry could call it.

“I want Liam.” Zayn said standing next to me.

“Harry.” I smiled as he draped and arm around my shoulders.

“Niall.” Zayn high-fived Niall and smiled at me.

“Why am I last?” Louis complained.

“Because you're a wimp.” Harry shouted out.

“That’s mean.” I poked his ribs. “Because you hate this sport so you don’t try.”

“You guys suck.” He pouted and walked slowly over to us.

“So, I’m guessing you guys are skins?” Niall asked pointing at me.

“Wouldn’t we be shirts since she has to wear a top?” Harry asked looking down at me.

“No, because it doesn’t cover as much as a shirt, it barely covers her chest.” Zayn said like a no-it-all.

“True, maybe you should get a bigger one.” Louis said as he looked at my chest.

“I hate you guys.” I mumbled trying to cover my chest.

“Why? Because we like to talk about you're body?” Harry laughed.

“No, because you talk about my boobs like it’s a normal conversation.” I frowned at him. “How ‘bout we just get this game going so we can kick your asses?”

“You're so cocky when it comes to football.” Liam laughed.

“I’m good enough at it to be cocky.” I smiled and took the ball from Harry.

“That’s not the only thing you're good at.” Harry whispered in my ear.

“Shut up.” I giggled pushing him away.


“Fine.” Zayn grumbled walking over to me. “We suck, you guys win and we never will.”

“And?” Harry urged him continue but I didn’t know why.

“And Carly is the best football player.” He almost whispered before kissing my cheek.

“What the hell?” I laughed out.

“We made a bet that if we won, he had to say all of that to you and if they won, I’d have to say all of that to a really old lady.” Harry laughed.

“Well, I’m glad we won because telling an old woman that she’s good at football would be kinda awkward.” I giggled.

“She’s got you there.” Zayn smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist and I did the same to him.

“Traitor!” Harry complained and walked away.

“He’s a sore loser.” Liam touched my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “Good game.”

“You too.” I smiled as he and the rest of the guys followed Harry to the set-up.

“You really are good at football.” Zayn added looking down at me. “Better than I remember.”

“Thanks.” I laughed thinking about the last time we played football together. “Remember last time we played?”

“Yea, that’s really all I was thinking about besides not letting you win.” He chuckled letting his hand grab my hip.

“Well, you failed at that.” I tried holding back my giggles.

“You really are mean.” He pouted and started pulling his hand away from my hip but I grabbed it and brought it back.

“I’m not mean, I’m honest.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I kept remembering last time too.”

“Wanna do it again?” He winked.

“Not right now, maybe later.” I smiled and started walking back to the group with him next to me.

Memories of last time were rushing through my head; we shared our first kiss out here on the beach. We were playing football and he tripped me but he fell too, landing almost nose-to-nose; he leaned in and kissed me while everyone else laughed at us tripping. On the way home that day, we held hands and laughed together in the car, we’ve always had that kind of friendship. He was the first guy to take me on a real date, he took me to our senior prom and he was my date family weddings; all of this was before Harry and I got close. Zayn was my first and I was his; we go through our cycles of being ‘together’ and then the end but never sour our friendship.

Notes

What's going to happen with Zayn? What about Harry? Tell what you want/think will happen. Thanks for reading!