Your stare was holding,
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Four young boys were circled around each other in room of one of them. They were giggling and you could tell they had a plan. Harry Styles showed his hand in front of them. He was curly haired boy with big, green eyes and English-boy smile. He was cheeky, confident and full of himself. Still, people found him adorable and he was one of those people that you cannot just hate. Liam Payne put his palm on Harry's. He was brown haired and brown eyed boy with great personality. He loved almost all people and he was also the one who held them all together. He was the one you asked for advice but, still, he wasn't great at giving the same ones. Next was Niall Horan, Liam's boyfriend. He was blonde, Irish boy with bright blue eyes. He radiated with positivity and he tried to find something good even in the worst situations. Also, there hasn't been time when he wasn't eating. Still, he managed to keep fit and nobody understood that. Last, but not the least one, was Zayn Malik, shy boy outside, rebel inside. He had silk, dark hair and brown eyes. He was pretty obsessed with his looks, so he always tried to look as best as he could. He was always shy around girls though. Harry didn't understand how he can be so fun, confident and crazy around them but when it came to girls, he was totally other person. Harry already told himself that that was his 'homework' for their summer in USA... and find a cute boy for himself, too.
„Okay, boys, for kick-ass summer, crazy, drunken nights, but the most important, for us! " He said and they all cheered, lifting their hands up in the air. They stood up and each of them took their suitcases with them. Their flight was up in an hour and Harry was becoming nervous. It wasn't like this was first time he was flying, but it was definitely the longest one he's going to be into. Zayn put his hand around Harry's shoulders as Niall and Liam were in front of them, looking all lovey-dovey and giggly. Harry rolled his eyes and Zayn noticed it.
„Annoyed much, Haz? Think someone's jealous", he said in sing song voice. Harry shook his head but smiled a little.
„Me? Jealous? On them? 'Oh, Li, I love you so much' 'Oh, Ni, I love you so much too.'" He said, along with chuckling as he tried to copy their voices. Zayn burst out laughing and Harry joined him. As they came downstairs, Liam's mother waited for them. She's going to take them to aerodrome where all their families' going to be. Well, expect Harry's. Harry's mom and stepfather had to work, so only his sister Gemma's going to be there. He felt a little disregarded by it but he already got used to it. He wasn't very close with his mother but they weren't in some kind of fight either. They just didn't talk much. When Harry came out to her, Anne wasn't very pleased. She always waited for him to find a perfect girl that he will talk about all the time. Even though she was disappointed, it wasn't like she didn't approve it. She told him she will try. Harry was furious at her though, so their relationship just got worse. But, Harry still loved her and he just wanted her to accept him fully. He pushed that thoughts aside and tried to concentrate on their trip.
They were on the aerodrome for twenty minutes and they were welcomed by big smiles and great hugs. Gemma tapped Harry's back and smiled just a little.
"Behave, Harry. Don't make me come there to read you a lesson. You know you don't want that." Harry laughed and then hugged his older sister once again. They're going to stay at the mansion that Niall's parents had. They're going to be alone for a month and for the last month, each week; one of their parents will come. The boys agreed to that. At least they had a month without them.
"Don't you worry, sis. I'll be fine." He smiled widely at her and she couldn't help but return that infectious smile. Sometimes Harry felt like he only had his sister. He knew he was lucky to have her. "But if I do something you won't be happy about… you won't tell anyone right?" He said and winked but Gemma just rolled her eyes. She punched him lightly in the arm and he pretended it hurts.
"We'll see about that, little brother." They hugged one more time and then they had to get going. It was hard for Harry and that even surprised him. Even though he knew he will have more than just a little fun in California, he will miss his family. He smiled weakly at his sister as they walked toward the entrance. She waved at him and he was gone.
A flight wasn't even that boring and hard as Harry thought it would be. Niall entertained them all with his silly jokes and making a fool of himself. He got a warning a couple of times but he didn't even try to calm down. They were almost rolling on the floor of laughter as some passengers tried to sleep. They always made a mess wherever they went. After all, they were just teenage boys and they were using the best years of their lives in best way possible. And they slept a lot 'cause flight was too long to stay awake whole the time. They arrived at aerodrome of a small city called Brookside. They were welcomed by auspice of night and view of Pacific Ocean. The wind was bearing Harry's hair and Harry felt good. Zayn and Niall were laughing at older woman that tried to catch her cat that ran off the cage. Liam just rolled his eyes till Harry just chuckled a little. Then Niall noticed someone.
"Rick!" A bit muscular man came out from black car. He smiled at Niall who jumped in his arms, giving him a hug. A man obviously named Rick, laughed and hugged Niall back with his big arms. Harry thought he will strangle him. But Niall just continued to laugh. "Good to see you, mate." Rick put him back on the ground and faced other boys then. He was still wearing friendly smile, so Harry immediately loosened up a little bit.
"You must be Niall's friends. I'm Rick and I'll be your guardian till your parents come. No worries, you won't even know I'm there." He winked. But Harry felt a little bit unsure because he knew very well that if he screws up big time, he could get strangled to death. He trembled on the thought.
Rick picked their suitcases up, not giving them even a chance to bring them. Zayn took a front seat in car, till Harry, Liam and Niall were sitting on a back seat. Liam and Niall were cuddling and kissing and Harry tried not to look at them. The thought that he can't find his 'perfect half' would often get him down. He would always end up in some fucked up relationships that would end a week after they started. Zayn was right: He really was jealous on Niall and Liam. They were together since first day of high school and they were inseparable. Harry was happy because of them, he really was because he thought that there is someone for everyone in the world – he would never admit it out loud though. He just hoped it really is that way because he was becoming desperate. Sure, he was only eighteen and he had plenty of time but it seemed like he just doesn't have a success in relationships. He wanted that to change – fast.
They arrived at mansion and Harry stayed in shock. Okay, he knew it will be big, but that was huge. He never expected Niall to have something like that. It was white mansion with three floors. A little garden was on a left side of the house and pool was on the other side. The path was built with beige platelets and it was leading straight to a big, folding door. They were all watching it in awe, till Niall was just chuckling.
"It's not a biggie, guys." Liam looked at him like he's crazy. Then he came to him and waved his hand in front of Niall's face. Harry watched it all with ridicule.
"Do you see what I see?" Niall raised his eyebrows but nodded. Liam laughed. "And you're saying it's not a biggie? Ni, this is huge!" Niall laughed again but didn't say anything. All the four boys walked into a mansion and it even looked better than on the outside.
Boys were arranged in three rooms: Harry and Zayn got their own ones till Niall and Liam, of course, shared one. Harry threw himself on big split bed. In the room dominated dark shade of blue and white colour. There was a big wardrobe that was made for him to arrange his clothes, but, instead of doing so, he just put his suitcase in it and closed the wardrobe. He closed his eyes, taking deep, calm breaths. He was tired and he fall asleep fast. He felt like he wasn't even sleeping for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. He groaned in disapproval, but person behind the door took that as permission to access. Zayn walked into the room, looking excited and holding some paper in his hands. Harry shot him an angry glare. He didn't get how he can be so happy in the morning. Zayn didn't even pay attention on how Harry looked like. He guessed boys went sightseeing. Now, he was wondering what time is it. When he looked on his iPhone, he saw that it was already noon. He couldn't believe that he slept that long.
"Guess what?" Zayn asked with too high pitched voice that he always had when he was overwhelmed. Harry raised his eyebrows as a sign for Zayn to continue. "Tonight, at 9 pm, there's a party down the street. And it has free beer." Harry's jaw dropped open. He wasn't serious. He thought they will spent their first day better than to go on some party. He was really surprised with his friend sometimes. Dammit when you're best friend is party boy.
"You are not serious." Zayn rolled his eyes and took Harry's hands, pulling him up.
"C'mon! What's wrong? You can find plenty hot boys there, you can drink and you can dance all night long. There's plenty of time to sleep when we die." He winked and Harry rolled his eyes, realizing that Zayn just quoted the song. He still wasn't completely assured but he still got up. First half of the day they spent in the city. They bought themselves ice creams and they also made a little mess when they, accidently, run into a woman with a dog. Ice cream finished on woman, dog – a little, but dangerous one – started barking and even succeed in ripping a little part of Liam's pants and woman got so pissed that she hit Harry with her big, heavy bag. Harry was sure he will have bruise on a hand later. But, after shock, they burst out laughing. Passengers weren't even paying much attention on them but, the ones who did would shake their heads or laugh along with them. Their tour wasn't a long one because city wasn't either. Still, city was filled with people. Harry was surprised that it was so colourful and full of some kind of happiness. Well, at least most of the people were happy. They also bought few souvenirs and some magazines when they really want to read. They came back around five o'clock, all tired and sweaty. They decided that they will go to the beach tomorrow because they really weren't in the mood.
Harry took a long, relaxing shower and tried to get his mind of what could happen tonight. When he finally ran out of the hot water he got dressed and came downstairs to meet the boys. He was wearing short trousers and white V-neck T-shirt. Night was hot and he knew that he will be hot even in that outfit. Boys were settled down in front of the big plasma TV, watching some lame TV show. Harry infiltrated in the middle between Zayn and Liam. Even though they groaned, he didn't infiltrate between Liam and Niall. That would probably cause small fight. After two hours of talking and laughing at not so good acting (they weren't good at acting either but it was still funny to watch) the time to go party hard finally came. Zayn was jumping up and down from excitement till Niall and Liam had their arms around each other and they were casually walking toward the exit. Harry tried to calm Zayn down but he barely could hold him in one place. When they finally were out, Harry finally took good look at the street they were in. The house was looking at the road that was disappearing a mile after. They had good look at the ocean but it was still pretty far away – about ten minutes of walking. On the other side was empty space that was filled with grass. Just then, Harry noticed that house were in perfect conformity. Everywhere, that empty space was the same. After that, it was wood that didn't look creepy like in the most of the films. Harry smiled. It looked nice. All houses looked like they belonged to rich and powerful people though. He just hoped not all the people will be snobby and selfish.
Place wasn't far away. After just two minutes of walking, they could see the lights and the crowd dancing. And after another two minutes, they were there. Dance music played loudly and Harry could see that there were all kind of people – some of them really looked like snobby bastards, other looked like perfectly normal people, till some of them were too shy to even have a beer. People were dancing, drinking and just having fun. Harry didn't even turn around and Liam and Niall were already gone, dancing on the grass that was dance floor. Zayn and Harry brought themselves on the bar, each of them taking one beer. Harry still wasn't on for dancing and Zayn was too shy to go there. Harry was looking at all these dancers. Some of them had no clue what they were doing. It was quite funny to watch some girls falling and trying, unsuccessfully, to get up. But, some of them knew very well what they were doing. There was this group of people that danced just for fun and weren't good. But there were rare dancers that actually knew how to dance. Harry's glance fell on one basically. He had light brown hair with his forelocks on the side. It almost looked at bit messy. He had sparkly, blue eyes and huge smile on his face. He wasn't dancing with anyone particular – he danced with almost everyone. Harry couldn't help himself but to think how damn hot he looked. He definitely looked older than him, but he still looked young. Harry's lips were dry as he watched him and Zayn noticed it.
"Well, Harry, I'm straight, but I must admit – he's hot." Harry didn't even look at Zayn. He couldn't take his eyes of the stranger. He took a long sip from his bottle, trying to organize his thoughts.
"Damn." Zayn chuckled at Harry's choice of words. Or better to say, word. "I want him", he said not even thinking. Zayn laughed and tapped his friend on shoulder. "How can anyone be so hot? It's not normal. A-a. Nada. No way possible." Zayn was almost on the floor as he laughed at Harry's silliness.
"Get up and go there. You know that you know to dance well, opposite of me, so go impress him." Harry finally looked at Zayn with his eyes wide open. First time in his entire life, he wasn't sure about the guy. He didn't know where all his confidence went. He took a deep breath and drank his beer till the end. He got up of the chair and, with trembling legs, came on the dance floor. It was better to do it now then when he won't be able to stand. He started to move on cheesy pop song that, on the other hand, was pretty catchy. He let the music take him, still not taking his eyes of guy. It took guy just few seconds to start looking at Harry. He smiled a little and Harry smirked. Harry didn't even had a time to think and he was already in the boy's arms, dancing the night away. They were smiling at each other and Harry found himself getting lost in that blue eyes very often. The boy moved his head closer to Harry, his lips almost touching Harry's ear. Harry shivered.
"Louis", he said and Harry smiled. Louis... it sounded good and Harry thought how good it will sound when he says it. They danced just a little bit till Harry wasn't brave enough to say his own name.
"Harry." Then they noticed that both of them have English accents so they chuckled. "Wow, an English boy. How come I never met you? I usually notice hot guys... or they come to me." He winked and Louis laughed. Harry already knew that the guy named Louis was going to be a big part of this vacation.
"Well, I'm sure that if I saw you passing by me on the street, I would at least whistle at you." Harry couldn't help but to laugh. Oh, how charming. He already liked Louis. He was hot, funny and absolutely adorable. Harry couldn't find better company even if he wanted to. "But… I moved in United States three years ago after I graduated. You know, hoping for a better life and all. Guess I kind of find it here after all." He stopped for a little bit, just to look at Harry's green eyes once again. "And what about you, pretty boy?" Harry smirked, trying to hide a little fear that he felt. The fact that he was three years in USA said a lot. First, he was twenty-one, so he was also three years older than Harry. Second, he definitely had more experience in life generally than Harry and now, Harry was scared that he's going to think that Harry's too immature for him. He didn't want to lose Louis. Not just yet. He doubted himself. He could easily lie to him and told him he's older. But, he didn't want to do that. He would feel guilty if he lied to Louis so he just decided to go for a truth.
"I'm here on a vacation. I just graduated from high school. One of my friends has a mansion here, so we took a chance and came here, four of us." He was looking at the ground, too scared too look at Louis' beautiful, dazzling, blue eyes. But he could feel Louis smiling – which was weird 'cause he really didn't know how he could feel it – so he looked up. And really, Louis was smiling softly.
"So, you're eighteen, right?" He asked casually and Harry grinned. He nodded not actually wanting to talk. "What? You think I will leave you on the middle of the dance floor and run screaming 'Aaaaaa, this guy's younger than me! Somebody help me!'?" Harry's eyes widened but he still let out a chuckle. He was impressed by the fact that Louis read him so well.
"Kind of; I don't know. Maybe you have a thing for older guys... How could I know that?" Louis laughed again and put his hand that was resting of Harry's waist before, on his cheek. Harry felt his heartbeat skipping a beat and shivers running down his body. Damn, how he hated that feeling.
"You're special, Harry, and I liked you immediately after I saw you dancing. I can't wait to know you better." Harry smiled. Louis' words meant a lot to him. Of course, he had a lot of confidence but when it came to Louis, it seemed like it would just go away. He didn't know why he had such an influence on him. Then he smirked and asked a question that he wanted to ask for the first time when he saw Louis.
"So, Lou, I was wondering. You're such amazingly hot and adorable guy and all and… can I kiss you?" Louis chuckled and pressed their foreheads together. They were looking at each other's eyes for few seconds when Louis finally answered.
"You're kind of guy that always gets what he wants, right?" Harry nodded with a smirk. "Well, who am I to stop the line of success? So, yes, I guess you can." Harry brought his lips closer, closing the space between them. The sensation he felt when they kissed was indescribable with everything Harry felt before. Louis' lips were matching perfectly with his own and Harry was enjoying the moment while it lasted. Just as kiss was getting deeper, Harry broke it, knowing that if it's gone too far, he might not be able to stop. He just smiled and put the paper with his number (that he wrote back in the mansion) in pocket of Louis' trousers.
"Here. Call me maybe." He winked and Louis laughed. Harry was already inspirited by cheesy pop song and it kind of annoyed him. Still, it was his and Louis' song from now on, whatever happens.
"Be sure I will." Louis came closer one more time and gave Harry one more peck on the lips. From that moment on, Harry knew: This summer wasn't going to be bad at all.
A/N: Hello! :D So, I got this idea, because, first of all, "Call Me Maybe" came on the radio when I was in Larry mood and second because very similar thing happened to me. It was just a wedding not a party, xD. Anyway, I hope you like it because I really do. I'm publishing this on so, yeah, there are already 4 chapters published, xD.
Review, please? :D