Disclaimer: Do not own 1Direction... They're people, duh. But the plotlines and OC's I do own. Another author helps and gives me input ;)
Caroline Flack doesn't exist in this muthafucking fanfiction :)
No offence, I cbf writing the days inbetween School and Brighton. I just wanted to involve a certain baby Tarzan :)
Baby Tarzan
Friday afternoon.
The girls had just arrived in Brighton and they are already strolling down the Prom in their shorts and vest tops with their bikinis and beach bags.
"No, no, no... Dibs" Drew whispered as the spitting image of Niall Horan walked past them. They squealed and walked on the sand, finding the perfect place to sunbathe. Megan chucked her bag down and pulled out her towel when they got to a clean, dry section of sand.
"Do you think they'd mind if we just took this space?" She asked, noticing the set of dark blue and white towels a few metres away from them, "Oh well. It's our fucking country too!" She sighed, taking her floaty bohemian shirt and sat herself on her towel. The other girls kicked off their flip flops and done the same as Megan.
"How good will this weekend be? The sun is so hot! The sound of the water-" Gretchen trailed off, putting her long curly Danielle-like hair into a bobble.
"We're in Brighton. Not Florida!" Megan smiled. She buried her drink into the sand and put one earphone in so she could still talk with her girlies. They soaked up the hot British sun and talked about boys mainly. Boys and the Prom which was at the end of the next week. They spoke merrily about dresses and shoes and hairstyles.
"Oooof!" A hushed set of voices murmered a couple of minutes later when they slowly approached. The girls had their sunglasses on and their earphones in. "With pleasure!" A voice laughed quietly. The group slumped down meters away from the girls and they watched the girls. "What one?" A posh voice asked his group. They thought and moved their towels. "Probablly the one with the hair" An Irish tone murmered.
Gretchen and Dawn turned onto their back making the boys go 'Ooooof' again. The boys lay back so that the girls feet and the boys feet were only a few inches apart.
"What about you?" The Yorkshire voice asked. There was a hum.
"The one with the chest and the fringe!" The smart voice said before Megan sat up. The boys lay back down sharply, put their Ray Bans on and tried not to move. She nudged Gretchen and Dawn.
"If I do say so myself!" She laughed quietly. The girls giggled amongst themselves and a body sat up, quickly pulling on a vest top.
"We are trying to sunbathe here!" Harry laughed, propping himself up on his elbows. Megan tightly gripped her towel and Gretchen made an odd squealing sound. Dawn just lay back as if nothing had just happened.
"Yeah! We don't disturb you!" The other boys laughed, copying Harry's motions. Megan fangirled and tried to stay upright.
Gretchen and Megan tried to speak and act as normal as possible. Harry got up and went onto his knees infront of them. Zayn done the same.
"I'm Harry."
"I'm Zayn". the girls nodded and the boys held their hands out for a handshake. Megan took Harrys like an auto reaction.
"M-M-M-" She tried to say.
"Molly? Mary? Megan? Marsha? Mum?" Harry laughed.
"Megan...!" She squealed, "Harry Styles is touching my hand" Megan almost drooled. Harry nodded and Zayn started to make friends with Gretchen. HArry was still awkwardly holding her hand with his dripping wet hair from the sea. He was still smiling and words were caught in both of their throats. She wanted to ask his number. He wanted to ask hers. Thankfully, Liam and Niall intervened.
"Harry, this is Megan. Megan, this is Harry," Niall started with his hands on both of their shoulders.
"Harry- Megan wants to ask for your number but doesn't want to look like a big freak and fangirl. Megan- Harry wants to ask your number but he's scared incase you faint or run away and tell all of your friends then they show up and want his number. He doesn't do this alot- only to special females such as yourself" Liam smiled with his hands on their other shoulders.
"Now, if you kids want digits- Knock yourselves out" Louis jumped in. Megan blushed and Harry took her phone from the edge of her towel. He turned it to her and she typed in her password. Harry then went and put his number into her phone with a kiss at the end of his name. Liam excused himself to answer his phone. Megan gulped and couldn't take her eyes from his as he typed in his own phone.
"Managment wants us for a rehearsal, boys" Liam put his phone into the large holdall bag next to the steps of the entrance to the beach. Megan let out a whimper when Harry stood up. Her and Gretchen stood up to see them off. Harry was a head size taller than her. Made her whimper even more.
"You're short!" Louis laughed, pulling her into a tight hug around the neck.
"I'm 4'10!" She protested with a squeal and a smile. Harry just watched as Louis smushed her face into his neck.
"Text me, Shorty" Harry smiled enough to show his dimples, "Zayn, let's go" Harry tried to pull Zayn away from Gretchen. Their lips were tightly locked. Louis and Nialler had to cut in and push Zayn backwards.
"We're going to be late" Liam smiled.
"Give her my number" Niall smiled, handing Gretchen a sheet of paper with his number on it. He gestured to Dawn who was bobbing her head to her loud music. Zayn nodded and Gretchen smirked when they all walked away. Megan dropped into the sand and looked at the black iPhone next to her. It wasn't hers. Hers was white and didn't have a crack in the corner. She decided to text Harry and let him know. Of course, after she fangirled. Gretchen and Megan held eachothers arms and screamed loudly.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! AAAAAAAAAAH!" They screamed, jumping up and down on the sand.
" I have his number!" Megan shrieked.
"I kissed him!" Gretchen copied. "I'm getting to see him tonight at a club called Liquid, I think. I could give Zayn Harry's phone and-"
"No. I want to give him his phone. Besides, I have to get mine back from him-" Megan was torn away from the conversation as a loud bell chimed. She squealed again and looked at her number and name on Harry's screen.
Some guy's texting me! It's so wierd!
His name's Dal- Oh...
I have your phone :L
I think we should swap back ;)
Pier. 7. Bring my baby back to me pwease ? xxx
Megan got right to packing her stuff up. It was already 5:30.
"Where are you going? what did he text?" Gretchen smiled. Megan just looked up from the sand and fixed her sunglasses as she rolled up her towel.
"I'm meeting him at seven. I have to go and get ready- Dawny, can I borrow your navy Pauls Boutique Blazer?" Megan queried, gently kicking Dawns foot. Dawn took out her earphones and Megan had to repeat the question.
"Yeah, honey! That's fine; just, don't get it dirty or muddy or somethin' like that" Dawn warned.
"What time are you meeting McKiss?" Megan nudged Gretchen whilst slipping her BoHo top back on.
"Seven at the club. You're seven at the..."She waited for Megans response.
"Peir. I think I'm going to wear the blazer and my jean shorts- OH! And my black Polo shirt." Megan grinned. The girls nodded in amusement and agreement.
"The one that goes right down?" Dawn asked, pointing at the bottom of her bikini. Megan nodded.
"Oh! I really have to go! Wish me luck!" Megan picked up her sandals and Harrys phone before running off to the B&B.
The wardrobe was being raided. The room was an utter dive. Harrys phone never moved from her bra for maximum security. Megan still couldn't believe she was meeting up with Harry Styles for personal reasons. Even when she was approaching te peir for the exchange. It wasn't happening. Megan made it to the end of the peir and leaned over the edge at the crashing white foam against the brown legs of the peir.
"Shorty!" The sultry, posh voice shouted from the other end of the peir. Megan kept the fangirling to a minimum as she fished Harrys phone out of her brassiere. She turned and he greeted her with a small cuddle.
"Your phone" Megan shakily handed the phone over to Harry. Harry smiled and felt around his pockets for hers.
"Err... Oh, my God- Er- Here!" He exclaimed after feeling around in the back of his chinos pocket. He handed the phone over and went to unlock his own and answer his texts.
Megan unlocked her and saw an unknown picture. She didn't remember downloading that one. The abs. The treasure trail. It wasn't familiar to her. Nevertheless, she unlocked her phone and compared the pictures of the abs. All of the pictures she owned with abs, had the faces of the people involved- namely Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn. She could never find one of Harry. The abs didn't match any of the boys and she flushed hot pink when all the peices fitted together. They were Harrys. The picture was deliberately for her eyes, you could tell from the angle and lighting. He wanted her to see his body. He had seen hers at the beach.
"Do you want to- I don't know, maybe go to a club or something with me? Get to know eachother a little bit?" Harry broke her attention from the on-purpose abs.
"Err... Yeah, that'd be great!" Megan gasped. Alone Time with Harry Styles! She couldn't believe this either.
They slowly walked side by side to the club.
"Actually, lets talk about you." Harry abruptly smiled in the slowly setting british sun. "We know all about me. You seem more... Interesting and cooky!" He laughed. Megan hesitated before saying only what she was comfortable with.
They approached the underground club just as their conversations were getting interesting. The bar looked sleezy. It was crammed full of drug pushers, dealers and young ones. "Two seats at the bar" Harry pointed out. The club was hazy and dark but with a deep red tint from the lights above. After Harry ordered two large Vodka and Cokes, he just smiled. "I feel like I've known you for ever." Harry said under his breath.
"What?" She asked over the loud bass on the makeshift stage upstairs.
"I said; THIS PLACE IS REALLY DIFFERENT! I WOULDN'T USUALLY COME HERE! IT WAS RECOMMENDED!" He laughed. They bantered and their glasses were never empty. Everytime Megans glass looked near empty, Harry would top both of the glasses up with a little bit more alcohol. The bar stools were starting to take their toll on Harry and Megans bum, so, Harry being Harry, he spotted the empty plush looking couch in the corner of the lower level of the club. They carried their almost drunken conversation over to the sofa and when they sat down, Harry dove at her neck. They wern't the only ones which set Megan at ease a little bit. His lips roughly traced over her thoat and up to where her ear joined her jawline. She sighed with content and put her drink onto the side, letting her hands go into his luxuriously soft and bouncy curls. He worked back round to the other side and Megan couldn't help but gently tug on his curls. It was so wrong. Dale kept coming into her head. She groaned trying to get him out. It wasn't cheating yet. Harry moved across from her jaw and was slowly moving closer ot her lips. The word Cheating was burning worse and worse into Megans head the closer Harry got to her lips.
RING RING RING RING RING, BANANA PHONE! Harry's phone loudly sang from his pocket. Megan laughed and tapped Harrys pocket.
"Answer" She slurred. Harry took his phone out with Louis' picture on the screen.
"Louis!" He answered cheerily.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES! IT IS MIDNIGHT! I AM WORRIED SICK! WE HAVE SOUNDCHECK IN THE MORNING!" He said loudly down the phone, "GET YOUR ROOTY BOOTY BACK TO DE HOTEL BEFORE I SEND ZAYN OUT TO GET YOU! YOU BETTER NOT BE FACE DOWN IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE, YOUNG MAN!" Louis broke his serious voice at the end and laughed.
"Louis, I'm with Megan" Harry blushed slightly.
"HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING? I CAN HEAR IT IN YOUR VOICE, YOUNG MAN! HOTEL AND SLEEP IT OFF!" Liam ordered.
"Tell Megan we say hello. Bye!" Niall shouted. The line went dead and Harry laughed.
"Go. I heard it all. Go and rest for soundcheck!" Megan told him. Harry nodded and tried to balance on his feet.
"You got a bit of... Just there..." He gestured to her neck just below her ear, "I'll text!" Harry said with a flirty smile before stumbling out of the bar. Megan frantically wiped the spot Harry had pointed out to her.
The next morning 10am
Harry groaned from his bed. The boys were gathered around his bed, excluding Zayn. Kevin knows where he was. Harry let out a moan of pain when he lifted his head. "Gaaaaaaaaaah!" His head dropped back onto the wafer thin pillow. "What's the time? Why's it so bright? Where's my phone? Can I get some clothes over?" He asked many questions. Harry opened his eyes slowly and Liam crossed his arms across his chest.
"You brought a cat back with you this morning!" Niall said, walking in with a black Persian cat purring in his arms. Niall handed Harry the cat. "We can't keep her though" Niall laughed. Harry sighed and cuddled up to the cat which was heavily tired.
"Speaking of 'Hers' and females- Do you any idea how loud you are with your sexual tension?" Louis laughed heartfully at Harry. Harry squinted then his eyes widened and he hid his face into the cats back.
"You heard nothing!"Harry muttered into the fur. There were then sexual groans from Niall over at the mini bar. Liam joined in from the bathroom.
"Doo Bad Bad Do ba!" Zayn hummed from outside the door before walking in.
"No, it was more like; Meg-an!" Louis hoarsley breathed. Harry shook his head into the back of the cat. "But, glad you had fun!" Louis laughed.
"I had a reason!" Harry argued, his voice muffled by the black fur. All the boys looked at him. "My bra was in her phone. NO! My phone was in her bra! Phone was in her bra! Phone was in her bra!" Harry trailed off, thinking about her glorious small but busty body.
"Harry?" Niall asked, throwing a packet of cheese at him. Harry looked up with a smile. "She's quite hot" Niall smirked.
"SHE'S MINE!" Harry shouted. Liam poked his head out of the bathroom with his toothbrush and he smiled. "What? She is. I will make her mine" Harry said before his phone bleeped. It was a text. From Megan. He jumped upright, holding the duvet around his waist. "She text. She fucking text me. She wants me. Men always make the first move. She text!" Harry grinned and the cat hissed at him before running into the bathroom.
Morning!
Sore Head? I do
last night was really fun. I really enjoyed it
er... thought I should ell you I leave tomorrow morning and go back to Crewe and get ready for the prom on Friday! :D :D :D :D x
enjoy your tour of Britain!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Harry squealed like a girl.
"She's local! She's local! She's from Crewe! CREWE!" HE jumped up and down as Niall brought him over paracetamol and coffee. "I'm OK. Megan's local!" Harry was madly grinning at the boys who were watching him. "Oh, there's another line; PS. remembering what I can of last night, I forgot to tell you that I have a boyfriend" Harrys voice went quieter and he slumped onto the side of the bed. "A boyfriend! Really?" He sighed into his hands.
"You said she's from the same bit as you; we're performing at Kings Grove on Friday. Maybe you could stop by and see her after the Prom?" Zayn offered. Harry nodded with a glum expression.
"Yeah. I'll just go see her afterwards." Harry smiled weakly. The wind was from his sails. A boyfriend. He'll just have to admire from afar.
