"Look who's here" Louis greeted me with a tight hug, patting my back gently, as I stepped into the kitchen where he was taking something to eat from the fridge.

"Hi Lou" I answered and smiled back at him as we broke from the hug. His smile made me feel better instantly. Maybe this day wouldn't be all crap after all. The guys didn't even know I was in a relationship in the first place, and I'd never be the whining girl talking about her broken heart with them, so I kept it to myself, and put my poker face on.

Then he went back to what he was doing, trying to make himself a sandwich. He tilted his head in my direction, and was now glancing at me with puppy eyes.

"What?" I asked, bluntly. Did I have something on my face or what?

He smiled like an idiot and just asked "Would you mind doing it for me?"

"Your sandwich?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded, amused by my reaction.

"Oh you little lazybones. You know it's 2016!" I snapped, as I came over the kitchen aisle, and dropped my bag on the tile floor.

He was so happy to win this, at the way he was smiling like an idiot. "You didn't win an award Louis, I'm just making you a sandwich". And we both chuckled. "It'd be better if you make it" he added. "Oh spare me the shit, Lou!" I retorted, applying some mustard on the bread...

Then I put some on my forefinger and spread it out on Louis' cheek, saying "Can't believe you're a father..." and rolled my eyes.

"And you're the child" he teased. We both chuckled. We were such kids. "Okay, come here, I'll remove it" and then lick it with the tip of my tongue "Awww, Gross..." he exclaimed and we burst into laughter.

That being done.

He was wearing his Rayban's on his nose, even in the house, hiding his incredible blue eyes, was bare chest showing his tattoos and a black pair of swim shorts, barefoot.

Actually, all the guys looked like the same, except the color of their shorts.

They looked incredibly hot, to be honest... But you knew that already. God bless the sunny weather!

Louis and I crossed the huge yard to meet the guys by the pool. This day was absolutely beautiful, it was warm, and there was no cloud at all in the sky.

Niall was laying on a long chair under a parasol and Liam was in the pool with Harry,

And well, Louis was with me, taking a bite at his sandwich.

I sat next to Niall, on the long chair by his, and said Hi. Then, I shoved my hand to Liam and Harry in the pool.

"Hey Emma" they said in unison. "Where have you been" Liam asked, I was kind of late.

"Busy licking my cheek" Louis answered for me, and Liam eyebrows narrowed in confusion. He didn't dig though, because he knew it was pointless when it comes to Louis and I... I couldn't help the smile on my face remembering Louis' grimace. Priceless.

They were both swimming and doing what guys do in the pool. Playing some kind of a game with a ball, and giggling, then trying to sink each other.

Well, guys stuff.

Laying down, I got rid of my clothes, and put them in my bag that I threw on the grass. I was wearing my swimsuit under my outfit, so I didn't need to change. I was wearing a two pieces' pink swimsuit that I liked a lot. It was a regular one, with two triangles of tissue for the top.

Niall and Louis joined the guys in the pool, and I followed them. It felt great to enjoy the cool of the water, contrasting the heat wave.

But I wouldn't complain, summer was blessing England for once.

The guys didn't treat me that bad in the water, like they remained pretty gentle, even if they thought I was the ball at a point, like it was funny to throw me at each other. I kept screaming and pinching my nose to not swallow water.

My attempt to revenge was a total fail.

Then we ended to play two against two, like I was on Liam' shoulders and Louis on Harry's, Niall was supposed to the referee, but he was definitely corrupted by team Larry's.

I did my best to push as strong as possible, but damn, have you seen Louis? There was no way I could win this. I pouted at the guys, they were mocking at me and Liam for losing, but come on, I should have been the referee and not Niall...

"It should have been Larry against Niam guys!"

We felt like brothers and sisters, but sometimes I think they forgot I'm the sister here... not a brother... As a kid, I used to be more tomboy, but could play with dolls in Gemma's princess room, and played football with them as a teenager, as well. Multitasking.

When I was done swimming, being in my element, I got out of the pool, and headed to the chair, to sunbath a little. I was exhausted by all this agitation in the water...

Pulling my towel above the mattress of the long chair that I'd stay on and sat.

After putting some sunscreen on my body to avoid the sunburn, I just laid down on my long chair and appreciate the warm sun on my skin.

I was sunbathing, and taking my vitamin D dose, while browsing my phone, when I noticed that Harry was on his way to get out of the water as well. His tattooed arms muscles tensed when he forced on his forearms to make his body out of the water, taking a grip at the edge of the pool to carry his body out of the water. It was convenient to watch; I couldn't deny it.

He took his towel, before coming over me, wiping his face with it, as he walked in my direction, letting me catch a glimpse of his incredible abs.

He could have played at Baywatch... ahah

"Hey" he shoved his hand at me, as he was drying his body now, at least to wipe the pearls of water on his skin.

HOT.

"Hey" I answered, smiling at him.

When Harry had wet hair, it was difficult to keep myself back together.

The way the sun enlightened his green eyes with the contrast of his tan skin, and wet hair, with light pearls of water here and there...

Sitting on the long chair next to mine, he put his towel and laid down as well.

"Good time?" I asked, as he was putting some sunscreen on his shoulders. Need any help?

"It's so good to chill out" he answered, putting his back on the back of the chair when he was done. Then setting his sunglasses on his forehead, making it a headband.

"That's what the break is about, isn't it?" I turned my head to look at him, waiting for his answer.

"Exactly" he nodded in agreement, a soft smile growing on his face, he was obviously enjoying a lot his time off.

They had worked so hard the past six years, they needed a break above anything, it wouldn't have been healthy for their sanity to keep travelling and working like maniac like that. It hurt though, to not be what they loved to do, but they just will come back stronger than ever, for sure.

Harry was laying and sunbathing. Turning my head from his incredible body, I looked at the guys playing in the pool, before being interrupted. (thankfully I wore sunglasses, he couldn't see I was watching...), My phone rang, I had received a text.

I got a text from Hannah. Finally girl!

"Shoot" I exclaimed, frowning.

Harry opened his eyes, and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked, curious, by what made me swear.

"Shawn Mendes' show is sold out! I sooo wanted to go to see him in London. Fuck!" I answered, I was really upset, I wanted to see him so bad. "This is so unfair!" I added, pouting.

"Another time" he said, before adding "I was nice enough to invite you to my shows" he teased.

"Awww, how generous of you! At some point you didn't invite me, you dragged me to your shows because you needed an audience!" I smiled back at him, putting my phone on the little wooden table. Like he invited me? Of course he invited me!

He winked at me, jokingly.

"Remember I was there at every of your shows, even the not famous ones, the first ones, at school, and you were not that... talented" I nudged his arms and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ouch, I'm hurt. Physically I'm fine, emotionally..."

"I'm bruised" I ended the sentence for him, and we both giggled. Oh god that fall was so bad...

Then, he pouted, showing only his lower lip childishly. "I wasn't that bad" he added, smiling.

His smile...

"I have evidence Harry, don't try this with me" I warned him. "Those costumes were terrible" I laughed hard at the memories, those schools play and shows were absolute shit seriously.

"That's when I figured out what I wanted to do this in my life" he affirmed, trying to keep a straight face.

"Bullshit!" and we both burst into laughter.

After laughing so hard, that my cheeks were painful, I stopped and took a look at the guys in the pool. Louis and Niall were laying on a huge sponge Bob buoy. Those silly idiots...

"It's good" he said after a while, and I lifted my head back to look at him, and immediately he locked his eyes with mine.

Don't do this to me Harry, your eyes ware my weakness. If only it was just his eyes though...

"What do you mean?" I was confused, by the way he stopped laughing and just stared at me, with a soft smile on his face. Did I have something on my face?

"Having you here, it's really good" His eyes were so sincere, it was very overwhelming to hear him saying this kind of things. My heart started to pound faster in my chest. I knew it had cost him a lot, Harry isn't the kind of guy who expresses himself.

"Thank you Harry" a smile grew on my face. "It's really good to have you in my life again" I added, and meant it from the bottom of my heart, from every cells of my body. I was feeling so happy at the moment, but I didn't know why, but also nervous, because of all the sudden cheesiness maybe. There was nothing cheesy here, he was sincere and I loved it.

Harry outstretched his arm and set his hand on my hand as he lifted a little bit to reach me. His touch was so gentle, it made butterflies grow in my stomach. Instantly, I felt peace.

Finally, we were in a good place. I couldn't wish more something else in my life.

"Harry" I started, and wasn't sure if I wanted to keep going. We were like in a bubble after the confession part, and I didn't want to ruin it.

He was focused on his phone and lifted his head up, waiting for what's coming next.

"Would you mind talking to Gemma?" I asked, carefully. I knew this was a lot to ask.

And I notice how Harry's face changed in a matter of seconds.

"Come on Harry, she can't keep thinking that I cheated on you." And he knew I was right. He could frown as much as he wanted, it wasn't fair to me to be in that position.

"Emma" he instantly sat and was now resting his elbows on his knees.

"You have to take responsibility at some point, she doesn't even speak to me, haven't you seen how she reacted when she saw me last night? Damn Harry, you have to do something about it, I'd covered you for over a year, it's time to come clean" I didn't avoid his glare and kept looking at him in his eyes.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Fine, I'll talk to her". Then he took his initial position, and relaxed on the long chair, his knees lifted.

That was easy... Maybe he had processed everything and he was now ready, that those rumors were false, and the fact that he used them to explain to his sister why we broke up wasn't correct over me.

"Thanks, it means a lot" I appreciated that he was finally coming clean. I didn't expect him to tell everything to Gemma, just that it was false, and wasn't the real reason why we broke up. He had the right to keep to himself that he cheated on me with a fan, after the rumor etc... It wasn't anyone business after all.

So, that being said, should I ask him what he told to Kendall, or should I wait? I wasn't sure if I'd be able to be alone with him again before her and Gemma would come back from their shopping in London...

I decided to not mention it, for now... We were having a good time; I didn't want to ruin it to bring it now. And I was so relieved that things with Gemma could smooth over, she was definitely on team Kendall, so hopefully, we could be friends again.

And if I knew Harry well, he must have told her that he had slept at a friend's. That was so Harry, always half lying, half saying the truth... He had been trained for years because of the papz and media.

**

We spent the whole afternoon swimming, laughing, smoking and drinking.

For a few hours, I was able to forget the break up with Ben. But, for some weird reasons, I didn't feel that sad. To begin with, Ben and I were dating only for a few months, so it won't upset me that much, like we weren't nothing that serious in the first place. I wasn't devotionally in love with him, it was just the beginning of our relationship.

What was bugging me more, was the fact that I expected being in something more serious if I had to face Harry again, while his time in Holmes Chapel. It would have comforted me that I was over him, I was kind of afraid that I wasn't this morning, but as and then time passed, hanging out with him, I didn't feel that fear anymore.

But if I had issues seeing him with Kendall at first, I think I might just be great for now on.

Besides, I was happy that I could make a good decision for my own sake, and stop this unhealthy pattern to be in long distance relationships. Well, it wasn't like Ben could cheat on me on the war field, but I didn't want to do this again to myself anyway.

But in some way, I did, dating a guy who wouldn't stay home. Being in a relationship with someone who is always absent. I'd already done that with Harry and it didn't end very well. It was the best decision to make to end things before it became a complicated mess.

It's summer, and I'm supposed to have fun. So let's, have fun...

**

The end of the afternoon arrived, and it was my time to leave. My shift was starting in an hour and I needed to take a shower to rinse the chlorine and get ready for work.

"It sucks you won't eat with us tonight, we had planned a barbecue" Niall said, pouting.

Too bad, I won't share a meal with Kendall... Oh no... Raincheck?

"I know guys" I had to go back to reality. I wasn't a very wealthy twenty-year-old star, but a waitress at a pub, with no degree, so I couldn't afford a long break, and had to go to work...

"We'll come by later" Liam offered and they all seemed excited to come drink at the pub I work.

Yay!

**

Anyway, I did all I had to do and arrived at work on time. I was wearing my usual outfit, a black skinny jeans and a U neck black shirt, with white sneakers. I stained my clothes a lot while working, there's always beer on my shirt at some point, so I don't do fancy or original with my outfit, and most of all, it had to be comfortable as I paced a lot between the tables and the counter.

There was a game tonight, France against Romania, because it was the EURO 2016 so people would be here to watch the game and drink beers. It's gonna be a very long shift and a very long night.

I was pouring a beer to a guy when the guys showed up.

There was Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry. I was surprised that Kendall and Gemma weren't there.

"Hi guys!" They arrived in advance, I wasn't expecting them so early.

"We're gonna watch the game and eat here, in the end" Louis said. It made sense though that the girls weren't with them, they probably didn't want to watch the game.

"Sounds like a good idea, follow me" I shoved my hand and lead them to a booth, it was the best spot in the pub to watch the screen of the TV.

"Perfect" Niall exhaled. He loved soccer so much, Louis too.

The guys gave me their order, and I came back to give them their beers. "Cheers" I said to them, before turning on my heels to go back to work.

"Do you think you could stay with us?" Liam asked. "Busy night tonight, so I don't think so, but I'd be here and there to celebrate France's winning"

Since it was a small town, the guy could hang out in a pub without having trouble with fans. Everyone knew Harry here so no one would bother him or them. They could be regular guys watching a game.

**

"Told you France would win" I teased the guys, as I came to clean their table "They have such an easy group" Niall answered. Well, it was true...

The pub was packed after the game, it was crazy, and people got pretty drunk at a point. Too much beer guys.

It was sometimes difficult to work there, because when guys got drunk, they became annoying and tried to make some move towards girls, and waitresses, like me. As I work here for a long time now, I got used to it and handled things pretty well, but it was still annoying to look like a piece of meat.

So, it was almost one AM, and it was the last round, so I rang the bell to let the customers that it would be the last round, then for now on, no one would be served, and they all rushed to the counter to get their last drink.

Hammered, they were all hammered. It was summer, and they were having fun.

I was cleaning tables because I wanted to take the lead from cleaning the mess so I'd come home as soon as possible when the pub would close, when a guy came from behind my back. The pub was almost empty, so it scared me.

The dude put his hand on my waist, and was waiting for me to turn around.

"Damn Zach, you scared the hell out of me" I snapped, and hit him with my dish towel.

"Sorry beautiful" His smell was awful, and he smelt was terrible. He obviously drank, A LOT.

"How's summer going?" I tried to make easy talk with him but he was so wasted that I didn't know what to say to him...

"Great" he smiled his eyes bloodshot, the way he looked at me with lust in his eyes made me want to vomit. He had hitting on me multiple times, but he was harmless.

Coming from nowhere, Harry showed up at my side, a frown on his face. Was he mad?

"Ready to go home?" he asked me, patting my shoulder. I lifted my head up, did we plan that he'd drive me home?

"awwww you date Harry again" Zach said, a disgust look on his face. It was like it made crystal clear why I didn't hang out with him. "That's why you don't want to hook up with me" he added. What was wrong with him? Well, alcohol, but still.

"Don't talk to her like that" Harry got mad at Zach's comment.

"I talk to her how I want, you know there's some rumors" and he put the tip of his finger on Harry's shoulder to make a point and pushed it a bit.

What the fuck, was he provocating Harry? Did he lose his mind?

In a matter of second, I heard Harry's wrist hit Zach's jaw, and smashing glasses on the floor. They knew I'd have to clean that up right?

Oh god... "Harry" I yelled, to try to make it stop, but he punched Zach's face again.

Soon, Louis, Liam and Niall stood up and ran to us, and separated the guys. Harry had beated the crap of Zach. He had punched him multiple times in the face, and Zach was bleeding from his temple and lower lip.

Zach's was looking at the blood on his hand after touching his lip. "Fuck man". Very clever comment Zach... He stood up and just left, he was obviously angry, but didn't look behind.

"Damn Harry" I said to him as he was blocked by Louis arms, we were just the five of u, now.

He was fuming and you could see how mad he was in his eyes, he saw red.

"That bastard was disrespectful to you" he yelled, he didn't calm down yet...

"So? I'm a grown up Harry, I could have defended myself" right?

"What if he presses charges? You can't put yourself in situation like that!" I added, worried.

"Go for it, I'll kick his ass again" he snapped again, when Louis let him go out of his grip.

The room was spinning, and my heart was pounding into my chest. Then, I noticed how Harry looked at his hand, please tell me it's not broken... "Let me see your hand" it was swollen, but he could move it, thankfully.

He sat on the tool behind him, as I inspected his hand. "Let me get some ice".

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