The sun was out for blood today, blazing and unbothered, but you? You soaked it up like it was made just for you. Sprawled on a lounger, skin gleaming from the sunscreen you insisted I put on earlier, shades tilted just right—like the whole place was yours. And honestly, it kinda was.

I let my arms drift through the water, half-watching Harry botch a backflip off the diving board (and failing), while Louis and Zayn egged him on. Liam stood off to the side, arms crossed, grumbling something about bad influences.

But me? I was planted right here. Waist-deep in the pool, eyes locked on you.

You must’ve noticed, ’cause you turned your head, one brow arched over those smug sunglasses.

I smiled, slicking my wet hair back, like I hadn’t just been caught staring. “Just trying to figure out how I got this lucky.”

You let out a snort, shook your head—but yeah, I saw it. That barely-there smirk, the one you always try to hide.

And bam—I was gone for you. All over again.