“Harry, mate, are you serious?” Niall groans as he squints from the sun. “Just get on my shoulders, c’mon, it’s guaranteed to make her look at me!” I say, all but literally begging as we stand there in the pool.

You’re one of the intern stylists on tour with us, and we currently are down at the hotel pool since we all have the full day off until tomorrow’s show. I’ve liked you since the first day I met you, but it’s actually proven to be very difficult finding out if you feel the same or not.

Niall and I are in the pool, who knows where the other boys are, but you’re on your lounge chair outside the pool engrossed in a magazine. You didn’t even pay me a single glance when I jumped in the pool ten times, doing damn near every backflip in the book, and enough is enough. I’m determined to get your attention.

“Just get on my damn shoulders, Niall,” I huff, adjusting my sunglasses.