Chapter 3:

Harrys' POV:

"Harry, get out of the bathroom" I heard Louis yell through the door. "Why?" I answered as loud as I possibly could. "I need to shower too you know" he replied, a bit shocked that I didn't realise it my self. "Oh sorry, I'll be out in two, I promise babe" I said as sweet as I could. "You better, curly" he replied. Even though we had a door in between us, I could see his face as I saw his cheeky smile spreading all over his face. I looked my self in the mirror, I still looked the same as for five years ago, except a bit older I hoped. I had indeed experienced more of life too, these years. I saw that my celeb status did have a catch, which sometimes really bothered me. I dried my hair by rubbing my head in the towel. I then just shake a bit on my head, took the towel around my waist, opened the door and walked out, to seeing Louis sitting on the bed.

"Finally" He said, looking at me and winked. "You're such a girl, using forty minutes just to shower. You don't even wear make-up" He said, as he walk into the bathroom. I heard the shower was turned on. I went in my bag. What to wear? I went over to Liam and Nialls' room. It was already a mess in there, with food everywhere. I saw Liam standing with his head and arms, way down in his suitcase. "hey Liam, what are you gonna wear? I don't want to be too dressed up, but still look as I want to have a great time". "Well you can go as you're dressed now" he joked back at me. "Well, if I'm gonna do it right, I'll just drop the towel to" I said back, winking at him. We both laughed.

After some discussion, I was wearing a blue trouser, a white tight t-shirt and a bluegrey-ish blazer, and not to forget my converse of course. Louis was wearing stripes as usual, I'll bet he has over a hundred different types, pinkie promise. We went out to the living room, Niall was having a snack, even though we were going out for dinner. The clock was nearly six, when the last two boys arrived, fully clothed and we could go out.

We ate, we laughed and we drank. It was probably my second beer, I wasn't the biggest drinker in our group, that would probably be Niall and Louis. We paid the bill and walked down the street finding the right place to spend the evening. The clock was half past eight when we found it, Niall was already in the bar ordering shots. These boys new me to well, and sometimes it really hit me. Louis had already, stuffed a condom down my wallet and whispered in my ear that it was no problem that he shared bed with Zayn for one night. If I wanted girl visit. I know, I'm not a fan of one-night stands either, okay that's probably lying. I'm a man for Christ's sake. I knew, Louis did this for me, but I didn't know if I was ready yet.

After four shots, Louis and I decided that we wanted to dance. I'll just inform you this once for all. Together, and drunk, Louis and I make terrible decisions. As we danced more and more girls joined us, some of them very pretty actually. What I don't know is if it was me or the alcohol talking, I mean, I have terrible beer goggles. After some time, I got my eye on a brunette, standing by the bar. She was leaning over to order, I saw my move, and went over there. As she was about to pay, I opened my wallet and gave the bartender some cash. She turned around to face me, and smiled. She was hot. Standing there in a strapless dress, quite a good amount of breasts and some lovely blue eyes. I smiled cheeky back, trying to seem confident. "Thank you" She said. "Oh, it was nothing, don't worry honey". The bartender handed her the drink. It was a sex on the beach.

After some small talk, I found out her name. Bea, she was Swedish. Her and some friends were visiting a university approximately thirty minutes outside the town. She sort of knew who I was though. She was two years younger than me, oh, you only thought I'd date woman older than me wouldn't you? Thought so. Well your probably right. We danced a bit, she was getting pretty drunk, and so was I. Suddenly she took my hand guiding me to the toilets, pushed me into one of the separate toilets. Usually I like to be the one in charge, but to a change, I let here be in control. I was sitting on the toilet, she was on my lap, while we were making out. I felt a buzz in my trousers, probably from Louis, wondering were I was. Well, he had just to wait. This girl was incredibly good.