(No Control - 46. Still The One - second part)

We lose score after about three volleys, and it ends up being a competition of who can splash the other team the hardest with the ball. By the time we climb out of the pool to sunbathe I am giddy as fuck and drunk on life.

"How was the flight?" I ask as we sit down on the sunbeds. Jess's hair is hanging over the back of her seat and I resist the urge to give it a playful tug.

"Good. We managed to avoid the paps at Heathrow but they saw us at LAX," Liam replies.

"Fucking bumpy landing though," Louis remarks. "We bounced all the way down the runway."

"Which jet was it?" I ask.

"The small one," Liam replies.

"With the squeaky seat?" I grin, and they both roll their eyes.

"It fucking squeaks even when no one is sitting in it," Louis moans.

"He spent ten minutes poking and prodding it," Liam giggles, looking at me. "He got in a right huff."

"It was fucking pissing me off!" Louis snaps. "You fucking sit next to it next time."

We cackle at Louis' annoyance and he pulls a face.

"Did Jess come over on it?" Louis asks.

"Nah, she booked her own flight," I reply, looking over at her to involve her in the conversation but she is texting on her phone and isn't paying attention. "I upgraded her to first class though," I add.

"Course you did," Louis smirks, and mouths no chill at me.

"How is that no chill?!" I hiss. "She wouldn't let me pay for her flight!"

"He's winding you up," Liam grins. "Leave him alone, Tommo."

"Nah, it's too much fun. He's an easy target," Louis says mischievously. "So you're a fan then, Jess?" he asks, raising his voice to get her attention.

She looks up and immediately goes red. "Um, yeah, a bit," she replies.

"A bit!" I tease.

"A big fan then?" Louis grins.

"Well, I like your music," she says casually, shoving her hands under her legs.

She likes our music? She likes our music? Who is she kidding? Miss Play-It-Cool.

"She's crazy. We're, like, her favourite band ever," I joke, in my best attempt at a teenage girl's voice.

"Oh really?" Louis smirks.

At least he's pretending I haven't talked about her non stop since I met her.

"One of my favourite bands," Jess protests.

No way.

Na-uh.

Not having this.

I pick my phone up.

"Which other bands do you like?" Louis asks.

"Um, loads of stuff," she replies.

She sounds rattled. Ha.

"Like...?" I interrupt, as I swipe her name on my screen.

I hope she hasn't changed her ringtone, or the joke will be on me.

"The Wanted," she fires at me, and I laugh at her attempt to slay me.

"Who?" Louis jokes.

Kiss You begins to play loudly from Jess's phone on the table and she blushes crimson as we all laugh, and snatches it up hastily.

"Excuse me, I've just got some loser from One Direction trying to call me," she shoots at me, and I let my mouth fall open, pretending to be hurt by her words.

Louis is fucking beside himself now, and asks, "Which loser from One Direction was it?"

"The one who looks like Frankie Cocozza," Jess replies, clearly spurred on by Louis' enjoyment.

I knew these two would hit it off.

"Mate, she is ripping you," Louis says to me, delightedly.

Don't I fucking know it.

"Don't start what you can't finish," Jess says to me, and gives me this secret little smile that's just between the two of us that makes my heart pound like crazy. I can't think of a reply, so I just nudge my foot against hers.

"So you are a big fan then?" Louis is asking Jess.

"Well I can hardly deny it after that, can I?" she says in a resigned tone.

"You could try, but we wouldn't believe you," Liam teases.

"So how big are we talking?" Louis persists.

"Not the type to break into your hotel room and steal your underwear," Jess says, smiling that same smile at me again, and my heart jumps as I remember the same conversation in the garden of the house in Primrose Hill on the night we met.

I love that she remembers it too. I smile back at her.

"Do you know all the lyrics to all our songs?" Louis is asking.

"Yes," she replies.

"Favourite song?" he wants to know.

"Little White Lies," she answers, and he gives me a knowing nod.

Fuck. I told him all about how that song turned her on.

"Oh yeah," he says, and I am staring at him, willing him not to let slip that he knows the significance of it. "Harry said it was your favourite," he adds quickly.

"Oh really?" she says, grinning at me. She sits up and leans forward, giving Louis a great view of her cleavage. "What else has Harry said about me then?"

Louis rolls his eyes.

"What hasn't he said? You're all we hear about."

He needs to shut the fuck up. Now is not the time for Tommo sass.

"Hmm, care to elaborate?" she grins.

"No, he doesn't," I butt in as Louis opens his mouth and then closes it again with a smirk.

"That's a conversation for later," he tells Jess.

It's fucking not. I will never leave these two alone in the same room as long as I live.

"Later?" she repeats.

"Yeah, we're not going anywhere. At least, not until tomorrow," Louis tells her, and she can't hide her grin.

"Hmm, ok, I'll hold you to that," she tells him and they smirk at each other while my stomach churns sickeningly and I swallow nervously.

She stands up from her chair and walks off into the house, crossing her arms across her stomach self-consciously, and I suddenly want to run after her and put my arms around her and tell her she is beautiful.

"Don't fucking tell her anything," I moan at Louis as soon as she is out of earshot, and he laughs.

"I won't," he says. "You're a fucking open book anyway, H. You're staring at her like a moron most of the time."

"Fuck off, no I'm not."

I yank my hair up off my face with an elastic band.

"No chill," he smirks, and I throw a towel at his face.

"If I hear those words one more time..."

"Fine," he smirks. "You're whipped."

I shake my head in annoyance.

"Anyone want an ice cream?" I offer, and they both nod so I get up and walk towards the kitchen.

"Leave him alone, Lou. He's in love," I hear Liam chastise Louis.

"I heard that. No I'm not," I call over my shoulder.

"Whatever you say," Louis replies, and I can hear the grin in his voice.

Come on. Seriously? I've only known her five minutes. She's hot, but I'm not in love.

I'm not denying I love a lot of things about her. And I love hanging out with her. But in love? Definitely not.

I open the freezer and browse the ice cream selection, and I hear Jess come into the kitchen. I put my arm around her waist and lean down to kiss her, and she slips her arms around my neck. My heart is beginning to pound.

"Don't mind me," Louis' voice sounds, and I look up to see him grinning at Jess as he walks past the kitchen door. "Whipped," he mutters, and I glare at his retreating back.

I pick up the ice creams, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Jess, but gasp as something cold presses against my stomach and I realise she's holding an ice lolly against me.

I squirm and push her off, grinning. "Get off," I chuckle.

"You love it," she retorts, swishing her hair at me as she turns away.

"Yep," I mutter, thinking of Liam's comment a minute ago, and reiterating in my head that I am not in love with her, I just love hanging out with her. There's a massive difference.

We sit down outside and Jess opens the wrapper on her ice lolly, puts it in her mouth and starts sucking.

What. The. Fuck.

It doesn't help that it's long and hard and shaped rather like... well, you know.

Fuck.

I can't take my eyes off her.

She's taking no notice of me whatsoever, but instead is looking down at her phone.

Jesus Christ, I'm so turned on by this.

I need her to do that to me. Like, now.

Fuck.

I pull my phone out and text her. I need to let her know the effect she's having on me.

You're driving me wild with that ice lolly xxx

I send it and look away as her phone beeps. She picks it up and smiles a sexy smile, and then glances over at me and I can't help but smirk as I look at her out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm looking forward to getting back in the studio," Louis is saying. "I've got a line in my head that just keeps going round and round."

"How does it go?" Liam asks, and Louis sings it quietly as my phone beeps.

I reach for it excitedly.

Like what you see? ;) x

Like it? Like it? I'm hard for it.

Party in my shorts again ;) xxx, I reply, and Liam harmonises quietly with Louis.

I watch her face but she doesn't look at me; instead she reads the text, grins, runs her tongue over the ice pop, and then bites her lip.

My face is flushed. I know it is.

Stop that xxx, I text.

Stop what? x, comes the reply, instantly.

"You could follow that into a bridge, like duh nuh nuh nuh," Liam hums to Louis.

"Yeah! I like that!" Louis says enthusiastically, and I think I should probably be listening to this, but I've got a hard-on and Jess is giving a popsicle a blow job so it's sort of difficult for me to concentrate at the moment.

THAT!, I type back as she puts it in her mouth again. Seriously, I am so hot for you right now xxx

I'm now fantasising about... well, I'm sure you can imagine. I am so regretting stopping her on that first night.

She's licking her lips and twirling her hair. Is it possible to come just from looking at someone? I feel like I'm about to find out. Fuck.

I'm just enjoying my lolly xxx, is her response, and I smirk and take a deep breath. I hope she won't be offended at my reply.

Do that to me later? ;) xxx

I mean, if you don't ask, you don't get.

She blushes and drops her phone when she reads it, and I chuckle as I notice her trembling hands as she fumbles to pick it up.

I watch as she taps away on her phone and a second later my phone beeps.

I'm suddenly aware Louis is onto us because he's watching us, and I grin as I read her message.

Maybe. If you play your cards right xxx

"Get a room, you two," Louis teases.

I fucking wish, Louis. If I thought I could slip away with her right now without getting roasted, I would.

The wind blows the wrapper from my ice cream across the patio and into the pool, and I get up to fetch it, tugging at my shorts to hide my raging boner. As I bend down and lean towards the water I feel a small, soft hand between my shoulder blades and I topple forwards into the water.

The temperature kills my hard-on which I am thankful for, and now I also have an excuse to grab Jess and get revenge. I haul myself up the steps and she screams as I catch her and swing her over my shoulder.

"I'll pull your shorts down!" she squeals as I walk up to the deep end with her.

"Feel free," I grin, relieved my erection has gone away. "They've seen it all before."

She screams again as I tickle her inside leg and dump her in the water, and I give her a triumphant smile as she pops her head up. Sadly my glee is shortlived as someone - Liam or Louis, I'm not sure which - gives me a push and I plunge into the water again.

"I thought you both needed to cool down," Liam's voice says, and as I'm pushing my hair out of my eyes I see Louis creeping up behind Liam. I turn away and Liam smacks face first into the water.

"Yessss, Tommo for the win," Louis celebrates, and struts back over to his sunlounger.

Liam looks at me and Jess with a determined expression.

"I'm not having that," he says in a low voice. "I declare war."

"I'm with you," I nod, and the three of us pull ourselves out of the water and grab towels to dry ourselves off.

I get us some drinks, and then lay down next to Jess on the sunbeds. She immediately brushes her finger against mine so I reach for her hand and slip my fingers between hers.

"You spoken to El?" I ask Louis softly, and he casts a nervous glance towards Jess who is lying quietly next to me with her eyes closed.

She's alright, I mouth at Louis, inclining my head towards her. I know she won't repeat anything she hears, if she's even awake. I trust her.

"Yeah, briefly the other day," he nods.

"She OK?"

He shrugs. "She's with the Burberry model isn't she - Max. She's fine."

"Good."

"I'm looking forward to getting some action to be honest," he says, and I roll my eyes as he smirks.

"I'm hitting the clubs with Payno - join us if you want," he continues.

"Yeah, maybe," I say absently.

What will happen when Jess goes home? I was planning on spending our entire two months off over here, but suddenly it doesn't seem so appealing without her.

I lay back and close my eyes, pondering this thought, and I hear Jess get up and walk inside. The sun is so warm on my chest. I could honestly just fall asleep out here for a few minutes and no one would even know...

Ice - wait, fire? No, ICE hits my stomach and chest.

Freezing.

So fucking cold it's painful.

What the fuck is going on?

I scream and jump up in shock as I realise I am being hit by a stream of icy cold water from the hose. It takes me a second to understand what is happening, and Louis jumps up in fright next to me, scaring me even more.

Liam is laughing like a buffoon.

Someone make it stop. MAKE IT FUCKING STOP.

"What the fuck.... stop! STOP!" I yell, turning my back on the stream of water, which now hits my warm back and causes me to scream louder. "That's fucking freezing!" I shout, and as suddenly as it started it stops.

Next to me, Louis begins screaming and I turn, shivering, to see Jess standing by the back door firing water from the hose at his torso.

"Fuck!" he screams, scrambling up off his chair and hiding behind me. "FUCK! Control your missus, Styles!"

Even in my freezing distress, I need him to shut the fuck up and stop calling her my missus.

As he slips behind me the water hits me again and I try stupidly to bat it away, before realising this is hopeless; I need some form of proper shelter. I race across the patio and dive into the pool head first. It actually feels warm after that nuclear attack.

I feel someone jump in next to me and look over to see Louis surfacing, looking at me in disbelief, and we both start to grin. Fucking Liam finds this hilarious, of course, and is videoing the whole thing.

"I don't know what you're laughing at," I hear Jess say, and I look over to see her taking aim again, squeezing one eye shut.

She looks like a cowgirl or something. Is it wrong I want to pull her into the pool and fuck her against the wall?

"No," Liam warns, and she nods, grinning.

"Oh come on, it was my idea! We're on the same side!" he protests, but I know from experience he's not getting out of this.

"Trust no one," she says, and squirts him with water. He immediately jumps in the pool next to us, and when I look at Jess again she is taking a video of us, and strutting towards us with the nozzle in her hand like she owns the place.

"Now, you three stooges can be my bitches," she says as she squirts water at my head.

"I can't believe we've been outsmarted by a girl," Louis moans, but I can't wipe the grin off my face.

"I can't believe she turned on me!" Liam huffs.

That's MY girlfriend! I want to shout. She's funny and sexy and brilliant and she fucking wins at life. JUST LOOK AT HER.

"Sorry Liam," Jess grins. "All's fair in love and war."

Love? Did she just say love?

As in, me?

Does she love me?

What?

"Love?" I say stupidly, and I'm thankful she cuts me off by squirting water at me chest, and I smile up at her like an overgrown puppy.

"You are so whipped, boy," Louis scoffs, but before I can silence him, Jess does it for me with a stream of water. She's fucking awesome.

"Sorry not sorry," she sings.

"LADS!" Louis yells, smacking his hand in the water and bringing me to my senses. "Come on! We need to take back control!"

He's right. I need to use her weaknesses to my advantage. Show her who is fucking boss around here.

Watch and learn.

"I'm doing it," I declare, and I pull myself out of the water, taking her by surprise, as Louis cheers me on.

I'm going to show them I'm not whipped.

I'm going to make them eat their words.

I'm going to show them who has chill around here and who doesn't.

I stride the few steps over to Jess and wrench the nozzle out of her hand in one strong movement, tossing it as far away as I can and putting my hands on her waist. Honestly, it's like something out of a movie. Why is no one filming this?

"Play nicely," she says, cockily, grinning up at me, and I laugh in her face.

"Play nicely?!" I repeat in disbelief. "After what you've just done?"

Are you watching this, Louis and Liam? Are you watching me take back control?

This is epic.

I look into her eyes and she holds my gaze, biting her lip.

"Remember what I said earlier about playing your cards right," she murmurs, sexily.

Oh fuck.

Fucking hell.

Is she talking about giving me a blow job?

Fuck this.

How does she have this power over me?

I shake my head at her, pressing my lips together in resignation, and then bend down and kiss her, because she has got me whipped and there's just no point denying it.

I'll take a lifetime of shit from the boys in return for what she's promising.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Louis watching us and shaking his head at us.

"Fucking whipped," he mutters, and I know I will never live this down, but right now I don't fucking care, and I pull her a little bit tighter against me so it feels, just for a second, like it's just the two of us.

----****----

OK - I'm sorry to those of you who have already heard this story, but I went to OTRA Manchester last night, and it was the best experience of my life. We were FRONT ROW, Harry read my sign and asked me if I was OK and called me cheeky, he sprayed us with water, I caught a flag he threw from the stage, we had eye contact from all the boys and a wave from Sandy Beales, and I got THE BEST pictures and videos in the whole world.

They're on my Twitter and have been retweeted by all the 1D Update accounts and have even made it onto Instagram and Tumblr apparently. Go see for yourselves, I'm @scooby_snacks94 on Twitter.

I don't think I'll ever be over it. I'm still dead. They were literally like four feet away from us. Dead.