A/N: Just came up with a new story, a little different than the ones I usually write. Hope you like it and let me know what you think about it! xo btw, I love u if u read and love u more if u review! ;)

One: Skinny dipping on the beach?

"Mom! She's swearing again!" My little sister Sophie yelped when I dropped a remote and few words slipped out of my mouth, not so suitable for kids' ears. Sophie was already ten though, so it shouldn't be an issue to her. Apparently it was.

"I couldn't care less. I'm bloody eighteen so you have no right to tell me what I can or can't do!" I laughed and changed the channels fiercely. One once said that there's nothing sensible to watch at the daytime on tv, and he was certainly right. "You're bloody ten years old already – almost eleven – don't act like you're a little kid anymore! I've seen loads of girls your age who act like little-whores."

"Well, I don't want to walk the same path as you and Marcus." Sophie furrowed and then went back to the kitchen.

"How's it going, kiddo?" my grandfather walked in and sat next to me on the couch.

"I'm not a kiddo, Willie. I'm eighteen."

"Yes yes... But how's it going with the streetdance thing?"

"Good. As usual."

"Okay. We can't wait your next show."

And after that we heard some weird noise from the doorway - my dad, who tumbled home from work.

Yeah, our family was weird, except my granny who wasn't around now. Funny granny-Beth. Mostlikely she was out, sharing gossips with her friends or photographing, like she always did. She was such a crazy person, really. Not like usual grannies – she was a photographer, she did calendars and photographed for some magazines, like a freelancer.

My mum Vic was a tv-chef. No complaining about that, it was good, because she was a good chef (which we had been noticing while she had been gone and our dad had to make our dinners...)

My dad was a surgent, very popular and good-paid one. And yeah, then there were my little sister Sophie, Will who was that grandpa and Marcus, my 16-year old brother who was, well, God knows where he was – partying or getting wasted at some place else. Apparently we were so damn boring company that he didn't like to entertain us with his graceful presence.

Hah, just kidding – our family was so bloody weirdo and bizarre that every single tv producer who saw us wanted to make a reality-show about us.

Well, for God's sake we have always said no. Which was good, because none of my mates had no idea how embarrasing family I had. And – if possible – it should stay hidden too.

Yeah, so basically that was my family. Weird as hell, but quite nice whatsoever. Or, as nice as your parents can be when they expect you to never fail, although never succeed either...

My granparents on the other way, they had no kinds of expectations on me, which was liberating. They just knew that I was who I was and they let me be who I was. No stupid questions or that sort of thing.

"I'm leaving now!" I called after our dinner while I was putting on my favourite pair of sneakers – the pink Converses.

"Sure!" Beth called back while focusing on her favourite tv-series; Hercule Poirot. There was probably just murder going on because she stared at the screen so intently. Well, sometimes I felt like she was, I don't know, maybe she wasn't a photographer – maybe she was a cerial killer...! You know, like in that tv-series Dexter...

"What? Where? With who? And when are you coming back to honor us with your lovely graceness?" my mom's head popped behind the kitchen door.

"Somewhere with someone and someday."

"You are not going to start this conversation – " Vic started but I interrupted her with a wave of my hand.

"Oh, I'm bloody eighteen, mom!"

"I'm just saying – as longs as you live in this house, I –" and that was all I heard because I already slammed the door shut and stood outside. I was god damn eighteen, I was so capable to take care of myself. I think my parents forgot that thing very often. Eighteen = free to do whatever you want.

Besides, nothing ever happened to me, even if I was stoned, wasted, fucked up, robbed or something like that – at the end, life always smiled at me.

"Oi, Lib!" I heard a shout from the other side of the street.

"Yea?" I was pretty sure it was my mate, Kate – although I wasn't sure because she and her twin sister Maggie looked so same. I mean, of course I knew which one was who but they sounded exactly like each other.

"Are you coming? Dan and the others are having a little party tonight?"

"At the beach? Already on my way!" I rushed to her and recognized it was Maggie, not Kate. Maggie had this short bob haircut and Kate's hair was over shoulder-lenght.

I had very wild curls – almost impossible to tame – but once I got a good old straightener and like two or three days time, it was done...

"You know, one of my old kindergarten teachers called me yesterday. They asked if our crew could come and performance to the kids." she told me while we walked along the empty streets.

"Really? Like, streetdance? That she doesn't assume we're dancing like a ballet?"

"Of course! What else? Kids want to see something different, not all those same jumping vegetables every fall."

"So we should make a real coreography then?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. I haven't even responsed her yet. I just said that we'll think about it if we have time."

"Oh right. Good though. Cause it's summer and girls just wanna have fun!"

"Girls? Most of us is boys – it's just you, me, Kate and Jess – the rest seven are boys."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." I shook my head amusingly. "Though Ted is acting quite femininely sometimes."

"Maybe he's a drag!" Maggie laughed.

Our little crowd wasn't the only one at beach that night – mostly because it was Saturday and people wanted to have some fun. In this case fun ment three things - drinking, drinking and drinking.

"Hey! You managed to get her safe here?" Adam yelped while we approached the large blanket.

"Yep. Don't worry – she'll be perfectly safe as long as you don't give her too much to drink!" Jess laughed, tapping my shoulder.

"Don't you tell me about my tolerance – I'm perfectly fine with drinking!" I pointed out.

"Sure you are – almost ended up to jail once!"

"No I did not! And if I did, it was only because the guy who I was with was a bit too drunk to realise what was going on and..."

"And you were perfectly sober, right?"

"Um..."

And then we all laughed. Okay, maybe I did ended up to jail once. But accidentally. And it was while I was still minor, so it was nothing big...

Maybe I acted a bit too loudly when I had had too much to drink. Gladly, my best mates (so basically our dance crew) kept the craziest of us falling down the cliff or drown in the sea while one tried to found out if it was possible to breath underwater.

Jess was the first one who drank her bottle empty first, so we decided to play 'Spin the Bottle' and mostly because the boys were huge fans of it. Especially Tom loved it – he loved to come out with all the craziest questions or things to do.

"Oh my... Look, Lib – how bloody hot are those guys over there?" Maggie nudged me with her elbow and pointed to the other direction, where were like six persons or so.

"Can't really see from here, don't you think you should take a bit closer look?" I teased her, although I noticed myself that those guys were damn fit. Well, really there were only three boys and the other three were girls. Probably their girlfriends... Fucking girlfriends... Who ever made 'girlfriends' in this planet, damn you! I mean, it would be a lot more fun if anyone would be able to shag anyone, right? No stupid rules about cheating or anniversaries... No commitments. I mean, I had nothing against it, but in a long term... It just got boring. It was much more fun to find new shags, experimentally – of course.

It was Kate's turn to spin the bottle and it so nicely turned itself straight towards me. How ironic. Kate was always so mean to me. Or not mean, but in a games like this, she always made up the worst questions.

"Go skinny dipping, gal." she smirked at me.

"Oh. Right. Why am I suppose to do all the embarrasing stuff here?"

"Because... Well. You are Libby. You just do it. You don't think before or regret afterwards. But I'm sure if you don't dare to do that..."

"Fuck that. I'm doing it! But can I at least keep my lingerie?" I huffed and stood up.

"Thongs." Kate said and kept on grinning.

First I took my sneakers off and put them on the blanket. The sand felt chilly underneath my feet and I wasn't actually in the mood to go swimming.

Then I shrugged off my varsity jacket and shorts and tossed them to Kate's lap. When I was only in my bra and knickers, I quickly made a bun on the top of my head, I didn't want them to get all soaking wet.

I shook my head amusingly and turned towards the water. My silvery necklace jumped against my warm skin as I stepped forward.

"Your bra, Lib!" I heard Dan shouting at me when I felt the waves flooding over my feet.

"Yeah yeah..." I mumbled and unhooked it, letting it drop onto the sand. After that I began to walk forward, and finally, when the water reached on my hips, I started to swim.

When I turned to face the beach again, I noticed that my ten friends were standing at the water line, Maggie jumping on Jake's back – obviously they were coming here.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled and Jess laughed:

"We're going to see if we could grab some food somewhere!"

"Hell no! You are so not going to leave me here without my..." I started but then I got a water in my mouth and started coughing.

"Bye! You clothes are... Somewhere at the beach – don't worry – you'll find them!" Kate giggled.

"Screw you!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Fucking great. Fucking drunk friends. I should've know that this was going to happen... Or not. Because this should never happen! I was at the beach, wearing only my knickers and my clothes were... Well, God knows where they were!

It wouldn't be that bad if there wouldn't be other people on the beach. There were at least five groups besides us and the one of the three goodlooking boys were looking at me confusingly.

As I got out of the water, I immediately covered my chest with my arms and flickered my eyes around the beach.

"Oh fuck you Kate... You're so going to pay for this..." I muttered as I tried to find at least my bra from that bloody beach.

"You need help?" I heard a voice next to me and immediately raised my gaze from the ground. Oh, great. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more embarrasing.

It was one of those three boys. His blue eyes were looking at me from head to toe – well, nothing about it – it was nice to catch some attention by being goodlooking, but right now... It was more than embarrasing since my friends had abandoned me.

"Well, actually... I could use some hand." I nodded.

"Yeah, I saw that your friends threw your clothes behind that one rock here. Nice prank from then." he corked his brows upwards and looked at me curiously.

"Yep. I know. I guess they ran out of drinks so they decided it was time to get some more..." I hemmed. "But anyway, you're here with your friends?"

"Yeah... You want to come with us...?"

"Well, I guess I should find my mates, but... Ah, fuck them – I'm coming. Just wait til I get some clothes on..."

As we approached the place where my friends hid my clothes, I realised that there were only my bra and shorts. No top. No varsity jacket. No sneakers. Fuck them.

"Nice. What the hell where they thinking...?" I huffed and reached to grab my shorts off the ground, checking that my phone was still in the pocket.

"Oh. Too bad. But, you know... I could lent you a shirt."

"Really?"

"Sure." the boy pulled his white t-shirt over his head and I couldn't help but smirk when I saw his body and his biceps... Very, very good ones. Something you would normally drool over, but right now, when you had only your arms covering your breasts, it would've looked weird...

"Here." he gave it to me and I could swear he blushed a bit when he noticed I was looking at his body. Hah, funny boy. If I was a lad and had a body like his, I would be a total player. I would cheat and greet girls however I like. Although... I am doing it actually. Just with the boys though. And no, I'm not a whore. I just happen to think it's unfair that boys can players but when girls do that, they're immediately sluts. So I want to prove peeps wrong. I mean, I don't how I'm actually doing it, but anyways...

"So... You coming?" he asked then and pointed at the place where his friends were.

"Just let me change first."

"Uh, sure. Sorry."

"Although, you can always stay and watch if you're interested." I teased him and noticed that he flushed even more and flew his gaze on the ground.

"Uhm... No, I'm... I mean... I let you change and... Well, come over there, when you're ready..." he ran his hand fiercely through his hair.

I snickered silently when he turned his back at me. He was interesting. A bit insecure, maybe? Or then he was just acting like one. But it was working – at least for me. He was different than the other I guys I used to met (well, our dance crew was a whole other story...) and it reminded me with that one lad – I was with him like a week or so – his name was... What it even was? Whatever, he was so god damn insecure that it was annoying, like he couldn't put up a good old conversation without stuttering his words... And on the other hand, he wasn't that good in bed that I would've had any mindblowing moments...

But this boy here... He seemed cute. Not in an innocent way but in a cute-cute way. Besides, his irish accent reminded me of something...

Then, when I finally managed to made my way to them, I realised who I was dealing with. It was none other than Harry Styles sitting on the sand, some blonde girl in his lap. And our beloved boy from Bradford - Zayn Malik. So it ment that the blonde bloke was Niall Horan.

Cool thing, bro! Like – I wasn't a fan or anything but I needed to admit that they were bloody goodlooking!

"Hey!" I called when I approached them. All the five immediately turned their heads in my direction and grinned widely. Although, the other blonde who was currently dry humping Zayn, glared at me in a quite bitchy way. Well, we'll see biatch – I can be very bitchy too.

"Okay guys, here is – " Niall began but then looked at me laughing. "I don't even know your name, what is it?"

"I'm Libby. And you're apparently the famous lads from One Direction." I corked my other brow and Harry smirked at me.

"Oh shit – how did you recognized us? I thought we were very well disguised."

"Well, if disguising means hiding behind pretty girls, then yeah – you were." I laughed and sat next to them. "I though you had a third girl here too?"

"Oh, you mean Ellie. She had to leave. I'm Candy and this is Cat." the smaller blond smiled. I smiled politely back to them but snickered loudly in my head – Cat and Candy – like a candycat... Okay, sorry, I was being mean now and I wasn't usually. At least not often. Just sometimes when someone seemed very fake.

"Alright then..." so Cat was the more bitchy one, she was still glaring at me and squeezing Zayn tightly on her side. Oh, don't worry Pussycat, it was not my intention to steal other people's boyfriends. Or shags. Or whatever they were. They didn't exactly looked like a girlfriends and what I've heard about those two lads, they seemed quite a players – especially Harry was most certainly some sort of a manwhore. (okay, sorry – who am I to judge anyone when I didn't even do relationships?)

"Yeah. Niall apparently had a better look of you then, since you were standing out there topless?" Zayn laughed.

"Oh no, he didnt' really wanted to, just borrowed me a shirt when my idiot friends hid my clothes." I grinned and noticed Niall taking a quick sip of his beer.

"Are you a dumbass, man?" Zayn reached to puck his friend on the stomach.

"So – I thought there were five of you lads – where are the other two?" I asked as I took the bottle that Niall gave me.

"Oh, they're just having a quality-time with their girlfriends." Harry waved his hand and laughed.

"Alright. So it's just you guys who are allowed to have this sort of fun?" I laughed.

"Well not exactly, The Sober and Sensible in our group is Liam – he has only one kidney, so basically he can't get wasted or he'll end up in a hospital." Niall explained. Wow. That was the longest sentence this far. I wanted to hear his lovely accent more.

It was almost 4 AM, when I walked towards my home. Or not home, Jess' place really because my mom would had a seizure if I would come as the way I currently was – completely drunk and messy.

I wasn't walking alone – Niall was with me taking care that I would get home safely. I thought I was funny when I was drunk and I giggled like no one else in that point. So, yeah... I think the poor lad was so embarrased when Jess finally came to open the door.

"The actual fuck? Is Niall fucking Horan taking my fucking wasted friend home? I mean – you are a fucking God damn Horan!" she squealed when she saw that Niall was there, holding my arm to keep my stood up. (Jess was a bit of a swearer, sorry about that.)

When these two then managed to get me inside, I (sigh, this makes me blush when usually I regret nothing) threw up in a sink! And, like it wasn't enough, Horan held my hair when I vomited. Oh duck. Fucking duck I was so embarrasing. Ew. Ew ew ew. After that I apparently collapsed on the sofa and tried to grab Niall with me. Sigh. Sigh sigh sigh. Why couldn't I act like a normal people when I was drunk? Why was I so bloody embarrasing? (apparently it runs in my family...)

"So... You had a laugh last night, right?" Jess questioned as we were sitting on his couch, tea mugs in our hands.

"Yep... Thanks for reminding. I probably won't be able to look at him anymore. And my plan – it's all now forgotten."

"So you already made a plan? I thought you and Horan had had some action at the beach since you were wearing his shirt and everything..."

"Well that was because you guys decided to hide my clothes!" I reminded her.

"Oh, yeah... Sorry 'bout it, we were drunk and you know... By the way, what I been reading Sugarscape, it seems like this certain Mr. Horan is not that kind of person you've been looking for. He wants a good old relationship. Ever heard about that sort of thing before?" Jess teased.

"Crap. I knew he was too good to be true. But it doesn't matter. There's always Curly and Zayn. To be honest, I think they are actually more for me." I grinned.

"So this is your new project: friends-with-benefits-with-one-direction?"

"Well not all of them... Even though... I could do a both of them."

"Ew! Don't be ridiculos! They're mates, like they could ever do threesome!" she winced and looked at me like I was mental.

"Now you're being ridiculos. I didn't mean that. No sharing, right? So forget about that. Just a regular shagging."

"You know, you're always having these your ridiculos ideas in the morning-after." Jess pointed out and I let out a little laugh.

"Yeah. That's why I'm so freaking genious!"

To be honest, I had no idea what had happened last night after that third glass of Jack with the lads and the candycats. Maybe, considering I had a nice bruce on my left arm, I had tried to lick Zayn's face or something and the Bitchy-Cat attacked me. Well, gross. But I was always. Or actually I wasn't that gross. I mean, you can think about all those fans who are having fangirl moments right in front of them. Not cool. Not at all. Thank God I wasn't a fan. I was just a girl who happened to think that those lads were damn fit.

"Where's my phone?" I asked suddenly when I realised that I haven't heard a single call that morning coming from my mother.

"On the counter. It didn't stop ringing, so I needed to answer that and –" I quickly interrupted Jess. She did what?

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry but it was your mom and she sounded quite anxious so I told her that you're perfectly fine here with me who is completely sober. At least I tried to sound like I was. And that you didn't drink much. All that basic stuff that mothers want to hear. After that I turned the thing off." she explained like it was no big deal. But it was. It was my mom. She spoke with my mom. Oh shit. My mom who was so god damn embarrasing. (like many other things in my life...) It could've been Beth who could've called, but no. Beth wasn't worried about me. She knew that eventually I would always come back home.

"So did she believe you?"

"I think so. She just muttered something like 'Thank God Elizabeth has this good friends...' or 'Jesus Christ – she's alive!' And then we said byes and I turned your phone off. Just in case that you could catch some sleep."

"God damn..." I buried my face in my hands and winced.

"You have a nice mom – at least she's worried about you. Mine couldn't care less if I was in jail." Jess smiled symphatetically.

"But that's the thing. She shouldn't be worried. She should be like my granny Beth. She doesn't worry – she trusts me. I'm fucking eighteen!" I huffed. Why did people keep forgetting that I wasn't a minor anymore?

"Alright alright. Remember, you're having a hangover – don't shout." she sat me back on the sofa as I tried to stood up.

"Yeah, about that... How come you never have a hangover?"

"I'm so good at this drinking thing." she grinned.

"Are you ever even drunk? Are you just acting?"

"Hah. No! I can handle my drinking."

"And you're saying I can't?"

"No no. Of course you can. Sometimes." she snickered and I nudged her with my elbow.

I wasn't even mad at her of hiding my clothes. I just couldn't. Nobody can be mad at Jessica for long. Kate was a whole other story then... Although, mostlikely I would be mute to her like the first five minutes and then we would be all best friends again. That's just the way we handled things. We never argue about anything big. The biggest fight ever was like few years ago, about our new coreography for some Christmas Party.

While we sat on Jess' couch, enjoying our teas (which were probably all cooled down...) the doorbell rang.

"I'll go." I said before she could stood up and planted my mug on the coffee table. Just in case, it was better that it was me who opened the door. Who knew if my mom had stalked my room and found out where Jess lives?

But no. It wasn't my mom. It certainly wasn't her. It was him. Niall God damn Horan was there, my varsity jacket and sneakers hanging on his arm.

"Morning! I found these at the beach when I went there after I left you here..." he smiled widely.

Wait. He did what? He went to pick me clothes from that bloody beach? In the middle of the night? Or morning, whatever.

"You did?" I astonished.

"Yeah. No big deal, I just thought... Well, you probably want these back?"

"Are you kidding me? Thank you! Thanks!" I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him thankfully. Okay. At least one thing about his personality was no clear – he was a gentleman.

"Hi! You want to come inside?" Jess called behind me.

"Well..."

"Yeah, come. It's the least I can do since you rescued my clothes." I smiled, forgetting completely my promise that I made when I this morning heard what I had done last night...

I closed the door and followed him to Jess' livingroom. He was now wearing just a regular grey hoodie and a trousers were hanging low on his hips. Nice. How on the name of Christ he was able to look so good even when he had drink last night?

And I noticed there was a different kind of look in his eyes when he peeked at me every once in a while. (although, it may be because of the way my hair were on a messy bun and I was wearing some old, oversized shirt...) This time there was... What it was? Lust? No, he wasn't looking at me like a piece of meat. He looked at me like I was... Pretty? With that admiring gaze I haven't seen too many times.

I smirked a little – maybe Jess was wrong? Maybe there was a chance to get that Irish lad for me – maybe this time he was searching something different? If you ask me, I could tell he was just trying his boundaries, like trying to figure out if he could have anyone he wanted just because he was in One Direction?

A/N:

Hey guys! Just made up a new fic – actually have been planning to make a Nialler-one for quite a long and when I finally got an idea, I just needed to write it! Hope you liked it – remember to review – it means more than you know! And also, let me know what you think about Libby, Jess, Granny-Beth... Or anybody in this story!

So, thank you so much for reading and stuff – means the world! (and just a quick fyi, i like to think AnnaSophia Robb as Libby, I just love her hair in "Carrie Diaries" ;)

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