As Harry sat across from Louis, he admired the way Louis sat with his legs pulled up to his chest and his free hand playing with the warm sand in front of him. Louis' toes clenched and unclenched around the sand, the tiny grains getting stuck between his toes. "Why'd you do it?" Louis finally asked Harry, looking into Harry's eyes. "Why'd you humiliate me like that?"

Harry brought his legs up to his chest much like Louis, but he sat more uncomfortable than the smaller boy. He had to phrase his answer just right and he knew that. "I think that you should know what happened before the video was posted every where."

"And what's that?" Louis asked, resting his chin on his knees. His voice was weak, like he was tired of the entire conversation already.

Harry let out a sigh and used his right hand to rub his left arm as he tried to keep calm. He was sweating and it wasn't because of the heated climate. He always thought about the dare, the stupid game that lead up to everything, and now was the first time Louis would ever hear about it. "Before you showed up--actually it was like right when you showed up and I saw you standing around with friends, laughing and having a good time--I was playing a game of truth or dare with some of the jocks and big shots."

Louis had a vague idea of where this was going and he really wanted it to stop. "Harry," he pleaded, his eyes begging Harry to shut up. "Please, it's okay, you don't have to--I don't want you to anymore."

Harry then let go of his legs and crawled closer to Louis. He took Louis' hands in his and looked at the way their hands fit together so perfectly. "Sommer caught me looking at you and decided to give me shit for it. He teased me and said stuff like 'awe, little Harry has a little boy crush on Louis' and other stupid shit like that." Harry continued to stare at their hands, avoiding Louis' sad eyes. "He was right, too, but no one needed to know that."

"Harry--"

"Please, Louis," Harry said, squeezing Louis' hands a bit, "I need to tell you. You deserve to know this." Louis didn't say anything and instead waited for Harry to speak, squeezing his hands back. "So Sommers decided to ask me truth or dare. I knew that if I went with truth it would be 'is it true you're in love with little Louis?' so I decided to just avoid that because I knew I couldn't lie about it. Not with everyone watching me. I just couldn't tell the truth or a lie so I went with dare."

Harry shook his head, trying to shake away the tears he knew were bound to start falling. A tear fell and Harry quickly spoke, chocking on his words "A-and he dared me to kiss you."

There was a short silence that filled the air around the two boys and Louis felt as though his heart had stopped for that time. Harry's lips tugged at the edge and he was half-smiling and pathetically laughing at himself. "I was actually excited to kiss you." He looked toward the blue sky and closed his eyes. "I wanted to kiss you and I wanted to be able to blame it on the dare if you didn't feel the same way."

"But I did feel the same way," Louis interjected, his voice soft and low.

Harry nodded, holding Louis' hands a little tighter. "I know now. I didn't then. I was stupid. I was a stupid, blind idiot who didn't care about your feelings even though I thought I did." Harry let out a shaky sigh and looked at the sky for a moment, trying to stop the tears for just one damned second, then he went back to staring at their hands. "So I took the dare and stood up and walked over to where you were standing and asked your friends to go away for a moment. And you smiled at me and your eyes beamed and you looked so beautiful in that moment, so charming and full of life and excited."

"Then I asked what was up and you said something stupid because you always said something stupid around me," Louis added, trying to get Harry to look up at him.

Harry looked at him and weakly smiled, a huff of air escaping his lips as a laugh. Louis smiled back. Then Harry stared down at the sand between them. "And then I started to go in for the kiss and you stopped me and said that you didn't feel good, but I didn't make any sense of that--"

"--then I threw up all over your nice shirt and jeans and even got some on myself," Louis interrupted, trying to make things easier for Harry.

"And all the while, people were recording from so many different angles," Harry spoke softly.

Louis remembered that part. He remembered looking up and seeing so many phones pointed his way. Some flashes went off as he stood in shock, embarrassment and shame. He looked green and red all at the same time and every one has caught his humiliation on film.

When Harry went in to try and comfort Louis, he pushed him away and ran out. Harry raced after him, running faster than he usually does, trying to shrug off his plaid button down as he did. When they made it outside to where there were fewer people, Louis turned around and yelled at Harry three words that broke Harry's heart three times over:

"I hate you!"

"You know, Harry," Louis said, gaining Harry's attention. He looked into his teary, green eyes, "I never meant what I said. I never hated you. I was--it was embarrassing and I thought that you put me up to it and I just wanted to blame you for everything that's wrong with me." Louis looked down at his lap, "I know that everyone else recorded it and they were the ones to post it online and share with their friends, but I only wanted to blame you because I wanted to have a reason not to like you. I've never found it though."

Harry rubbed his thumb gently over Louis' hand, "it's okay, Lou. I'd want to blame me, too, if I were in your shoes." Harry chuckled, "I guess it ended up being a good thing, yeah? At least now we're together."

Louis laughed at that. "Yeah, we're stuck on a desert island and now we are confessing our love to one another. What a cliche we are."

Even though Harry knew that he could just swoop in for a kiss, he asked Louis: "would it be alright if I kissed you now?" to which Louis laughed again and then let go of Harry's hands to tug on Harry's shirt, "come here, you fool."

Then their lips were pressed together and both of them felt so light, and free, and alive. One kiss never felt so good. Louis smiled against Harry's lips as Harry hardly tickled his sides. Louis wished that they could stay like that: in the sand, the waves crashing in the distance, the birds chirping in the trees and the hot sun beating down on both of them. It seemed too good to be true, yet it was and Louis could hardly believe it.

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As Zayn sat on a large log and nibbled on a piece of jerky he had taken from the camp before he had left, he watched a squirrel circle around a tree several times before actually jumping. Soon after, the squirrel was running back down the tree with another squirrel running after it. Zayn wondered if they were playing or if this was a territorial issue. Maybe the one stepped onto the others turf and needed to get a taste of pay back. Maybe they were fighting over the place with the highest nut quantity. The truth was, Zayn didn't really know what they were doing--or himself for that matter.

Why was he out in the middle of thick forest life and deathly hot weather. Although he was grateful for the shade from the trees, he craved a dip in the ocean or a stream or any sort of body of water. He swallowed his last bite of jerky and suddenly his mouth was dry. He opened his waterbottle to drink the last drop he had managed to salvage.

He needed to find water and as quickly as possible.

He packed everything back into his back pack and then continued in the direction he was going, not looking back for a split second. After walking for quite sometime, he had heard the unmistakable sound of water falling. He began to run in the direction he thought it was coming from. It took him longer than he thought it would, the sound echoing throughout the entire woods.

When he finally saw the pouring water, he fell to his knees. His body was disgustingly dirty, his lips dry and cracking, his hair greasy and his face felt as though it was covered in layer after layer after layer of sweat. He was so grateful and happy to have found the miniature waterfall in front of him.

Then he thought about the boys and how Niall would have mumbled an "oh shit" as he stood in awe; Liam would already be taking off his clothes, racing the rest of them to bottom of the fall; Harry encouraging Louis to join them as the smaller stood by, watching them all splash around. Louis would finally join in, because he always joined in eventually; it just took him a while to warm up to the idea of doing things.

Zayn frowned, wishing he could share this moments with the others. He wished that he could be here with those four other idiots and they could just enjoy their time together. Nonetheless, Zayn stood, brushing the dirt off his knees. He began to strip of all his clothes and sat them on a nearby rock. He ran toward the water, shivering as his warm body made contact with the freezing water.

He washed away the sweat that covered every inch of his body and then ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to wash and comb through his hair. Then he got out from underneath the water and stood next to his things, shaking has he tried to dry himself off.

They would love it here, Zayn thought to himself, they would love this entire place.

That was true. The fall was so beautiful and the scenery surrounding it was gorgeous. Zayn felt as though he was caught in a painting or picture. He couldn't even use words to describe it all. Then he decided that he needed them all to see the sight so he got dressed and then began to run back toward the camp, hoping he'd be able to follow some breadcrumbs along the way.

I feel like it's been forever since I last updated. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'd like to take this time to advertise my new short story book. There you're able to find all of the short stories I have written in one place! (It's called "Short and Sweet".) I will soon be adding newer stories, so stay on the look out! Also, please check out my latest piece "Mindless Gaming" as it's all about video games and butt-kicking. (There will also be some girlxgirl action, just to let you know...) -M

Question: What do you think of Zayn running back to the other boys? Do you think he realizes he is best off with the others or did he scare himself out of doing this on his own?

Question For You: What would you consider your "summer jam"?