Tessa's POV

Niall and I ended up sleeping until ten in the morning, when my alarm rang out. I jumped out of the bed where I had been sleeping with Niall less than a minute ago. We were just sleeping. Niall got up real slow-like and was still bleary eyed from his slumber. I started pacing his room and worrying about what I was going to do for work. What was I going to wear? Thank God, I always kept my uniform in my locker at Denarii's.

I started to use my fingers to brush through my mussed hair. Niall got fed up with my pacing and anxiety really quick. "Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist. Here's how it's going to go. I washed your shorts, but your tank top wasn't capable of saving. You can wear my hoodie. You use whatever you want in my mum's bathroom and I'll do your hair. I'll make breakfast." Once he was finished we both rushed to get ready.

Niall rushed downstairs to make breakfast, and I grabbed my shorts from his dryer. I took off the tee-shirt he allowed me to use and slipped on my white shorts and pulled his grey hoodie over my head. I went to his mom's bathroom and borrowed a hair tie from her for when Niall would do my hair. I felt really awkward taking anything from her. I went back to Niall's room and ran a brush through my hair to make it easier for Niall. The mad thing was, it had a massive knot at the bottom of the back of my head. It was really hard to reach.

I finally got it and looked at the time. It was ten fifteen. I ran downstairs to Niall already dressed in athletic shorts and his own hoodie. He was watching something cook in the toaster. "Niall, whatcha cooking?" I asked and took a seat at the table. He turned around at the sound of my voice.

"I'm making frozen blueberry waffles," He said then turned around to grab a plate already full of waffles. He placed four onto mine and set the rest on the table. I reached for the syrup and poured it, drowning my breakfast. I dug into my meal whilst Niall waited for the last few waffles to finish toasting. Once they were done, he scarfed them down. Even though he had more than me, he finished before I had even finished my second one.

Since he finished before me, he started on my hair. It was a little difficult whilst I was eating, but he ended up being able to plait it rather well. His quick fingers worked fast and he was done in no time. I finished my breakfast, and then we both went upstairs. He was able to actually brush his teeth, but I was only able to mouthwash. We started to put on our shoes when Niall spoke up.

"Hey, it's only half ten. We might be able to make it on time." He said, making the mood lighter. I laughed at him. He was always so carefree and saw the positive side in everything. We ran out the door.

An idea sprang to my mind. "Hey, why don't we take my car today? It'll be a little out of place, but I think it'll be fine for today." I knew we would be late if we didn't take it, so I hoped he would agree. I can't stand being late.

When he nodded, I got in the driver's seat whilst he got in the passenger's. I put the keys in the ignition and waited for him to put his seatbelt on. Once that was taken care of, we were off down the road.

"I cleaned your car for you by the way." He said, out of the blue. It took me a second before I realized the reason he would be cleaning my car.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you for that. I really appreciate it." I told him and I genuinely meant it. After that, we didn't talk, so I turned on the radio to avoid any awkward silences. There weren't a lot of radio stations that played English music because we were in Spain and everything, so I turned it to a rock station. They were playing "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi, one of my all-time favorites.

"You listen to rock?" Niall, surprised, asked.

I nodded. "Why are you so surprised?" I asked.

"I don't know, you just seem to be one of the girls who listen to the newest and most popular music." He said nonchalantly.

I pretended to be offended. "Me? Listening to new and popular music? Grotty!" I exclaimed. I really did not like the new and popular music. It was the bane of my existence.

Niall laughed at my expense. "No need to be so offended. I was just saying."

We both ended up laughing, but I had to stop after accidently swerving on the road. Luckily, no one else was on the road. I wanted to sing along but after that little mishap, I didn't. Niall took over that role for me instead. The thing is, he was really good. I knew he could play instruments, but I never thought he could sing. His accent seemed to disappear when he sang.

He didn't sing loudly, only loud enough for me to hear. I didn't even think he meant for me to hear, but he was still really good. I didn't comment on it but, on the inside, I was screaming. How are you and that voice of yours not famous?

By the time the song was over, we had made it into the town. I decided to drop Niall off first so he wouldn't be late. I pulled up outside Sam's and he opened the door.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Thanks for taking care of sick ol' me." He started to get out of the car. He was halfway to the door of the shoppe before I remembered something. I honked the horn at him. A couple people stared, but that's probably because there weren't many cars in the town. He rushed back and stuck his head over the door handle.

"What's up?" He asked.

"If you need a ride afterwards, you know where to find me." I gave an overly dramatic wink. He laughed, and then turned around to head inside. I drove away to Denarii's laughing.

Today was most definitely a rush day. It was a lot of hard work. I was moving around so much that I didn't even notice when my new "best friend" came in and sat down at the bar.

Still not knowing who it was, I went to take his order. "Hi, what can I get you?" I looked up and was shocked. "Woah, hi Niall. What's up? Can I get you something?"

"Yeah, I'll have a shot of tequila." He ordered with a wink.

"A Coca-Cola is coming right up." As I walked away, I could hear his laughter.

Ever since we became "best friends," things have been a lot of awkwardness. I think it's working for us. I gave him his drink and, thankfully, it was the last of my shift. I went to the locker room and put Niall's sweatshirt and my white shorts back on. Wearing Niall's sweatshirt, you could barely see my shorts. It looked like I wasn't wearing any pants. I threw my hair up in a ponytail since the braid had gotten messed up. It was nowhere as neat as Niall's work, but it worked.

"So what do you wanna do?" Niall asked as soon as I got back from changing.

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you want to do is fine."

He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "We have to celebrate our friendship! It's our one-day anniversary! You have to be excited!" He whined like the baby he was.

"Woo." I said monotonously. He glared at me, and I sighed. "Woo! Friendship, unicorns, rainbows, and sparkles!" I exclaimed in a preppy-high school-cheerleader voice. He took what he could get.

He grabbed my hand and we skipped out of the diner laughing and looking stupid. Niall didn't seem to care what people thought, so I didn't either. "Wait! Niall where are we going?" I shouted at him.

"Doesn't matter!" It was so spontaneous that I just went for it. We skipped down the boardwalk, and it was so fun. I never even did this as a kid. We went to the edge and jumped off the pier and slowed down to walk in the sand.

At one point, I leaned down to take my sandals off and put them in my right hand since my left was still intertwined with Niall's. We walked in silence, but it was more comfortable than most of our silences. It didn't feel awkward or anything.

Finally, we made it to a stop next to our favorite spot on the beach, the place we went to with Noah, Liam, Cara, Lola, and, last and least, Sailor. It was a secluded spot where no one really went.

Niall took off his hoodie and started to take off his tee-shirt underneath. "Wait, woah! Niall, what are you doing?" I asked surprised.

He took the rest of his shirt off before speaking. "We're going for a swim." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"B-but I don't have anything to swim in." I stuttered out.

"Why can't you just swim in your bra and panties? I've seen you in them before. Plus, they're just like a swimsuit." He looked confused.

I gave him an Are you kidding me? look. "Niall, I am not going to swim with you whilst I'm half naked."

He thought about it for a second, and then handed his tee-shirt to me. I took it, but I didn't know what to do with it. "You can wear my shirt while we're swimming." He explained.

"Well, turn around." I gestured. He chuckled to himself and turned around. I took off the sweatshirt and my shorts before slipping on the navy, almost black tee-shirt. It reached the middle of my thighs and was big on me. By the time I turned around to tell Niall it was okay, he was already in the water and splashing around like a little kid. It was nothing but the usual.

As I walked into the ocean, the tee-shirt splayed around me like a dress. While I was walking out, I was hoping Niall wouldn't go under and see anything. I turned around to see how far I had gone out-the water level had risen to my chest- and when I turned back, Niall had disappeared. I twirled and frantically searched around. Oh crap…

I felt something brush against the inside of my calf, so I instinctively kicked out my foot. Damn it, Niall. He tried to come up, but his face got stuck under the back of my tee-shirt. I wonder how that happened. After a little bit of battle that involved multiple shrieks and a couple of shrewd comments, we got him out of my shirt, and we both started laughing. Seriously, how did that happen? Serves him right for trying to see something he wasn't supposed to.

After our laughing fit, we just floated around in the water. "Tessa," Niall called out. We were starting to drift apart over time. Literally not figuratively.

"Yeah," I called back.

"C'mere." He shouted and you could hear his accent more articulately than usual. I started to swim to him-still in his dark tee-shirt-and he met me halfway. By the time I was near him, the water was deep enough to cover me twice, and I couldn't reach the ground. I was a little weary from all the swimming, so I went straight into his arms. He seemed surprised at first, but he quickly caught on and brought me into him.

"Tessa."

"Hmm."

"This whole 'best friend' thing is really working. Don't you think?" He asked rather abruptly. Where did this come from?

"Yeah, I'd say so. Being best friends is cool." I said the last part in a kiddie voice. I really did mean it though.

Niall looked lost in thought, and I was starting to get bored. We had been swimming for a while. I swam out of his arms and started to swim towards the beach. Niall was startled by my sudden movement. "I'll race you to shore!" I shouted back at him, leaving him in my dust. Or mist, whatever you wanted to call it; he was behind me. I swam even faster knowing he would be catching up. Blast boys and their athletic bodies.

"Aah!" I screamed out. Something had suddenly grabbed my leg. I kicked my foot and a man's voice yelled in pain.

"Oi!" Even though I kept kicking, he kept his grip. His hand pulled me back until I was behind him. He swam out in front of me and within a few seconds, he was at least two yards in front of me.

When I got to the beach, Niall was shaking his hair out like a dog. "No fair! You cheated when you pulled me back!" I scolded him whilst I walked out of the ocean.

He scoffed. "I cheated? I was unfair? You started way out ahead of me!"

"It was necessary! You're so much larger than me! I needed a head start!" He laughed at the expression on my face.

"So when do I get my shirt back?" He asked, completely out of the blue.

My expression steeled. "When you turn around and don't peek." He raised his hands in surrender and did as told. I peeled off his wet tee-shirt and pulled on my shorts and hoodie. As I was redoing my ponytail, I called for him that it was okay to turn around. He turned around and held out his hand. I thought he wanted me to take it, so I grabbed it. He looked at me with a bizzared expression and gestured towards the tee-shirt in my other hand. I quickly unlatched my hand from his and placed the tee-shirt in it. I was completely embarrassed and blushed a deep red.

While the tee-shirt fit me swimmingly, it fit right on him. Since it was wet, the shirt clang to his sculpted body. It seemed to articulate his already bulging muscles. In other words, Niall won the wet tee-shirt contest.

It was too hot, so he carried his sweatshirt. When he offered me his other hand, to hold this time, I reached down to grab my sandals and took it. We started to walk back.

"Niall, why did you want to be friends so badly?" I asked him.

He looked surprised but answered anyway. "Well, I dunno really. Your mom makes this really good food. Plus, I couldn't stand the thought of only being friends with two out of three triplets." He joked.

I bumped his shoulder with mine. "Seriously." I laughed. "I wanna know."

"Why'd you agree?" He asked. Damn, answering a question with a question. He was good.

"Fine. You don't have to tell me." He smiled.

We walked back closer to the water, so our feet got wet. The first time the water touched us, Niall jokingly almost pushed me into it. "Niall!" I screamed. With my "quick" reflexes, I latched onto his arm and almost pulled him down with me. Luckily, he had amazing balance and didn't fall, too. He laughed at my misfortune. I hit his arm once I regained my balance. He feigned hurt.

"Oh, shut up Niall." I growled but then laughed.

We went back to our walking, playfully shoving one another and laughing.