Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.

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18. Swimming Time! Part 1

*A Little Past Sunset*

The girls went to sleep half an hour or so ago. I told the girls I wasn't too tired and was going to watch some TV before going to bed. I'm sitting in the living room waiting for a text from Harry. I am wearing a yellow with white polka dots bikini underneath a nice white cover-up. Next to the front door is a bag with some things for my 'sleepover' with Harry.

Out of habit when I'm bored and waiting, I take a look at my wrists. Scars are randomly placed on them. No, I don't cut. That's not the reason for the scars. It's a very long, sad story.

My phone vibrates and I get it out. Then I unlock and go to texts. Harry's name is lit up, so I click the box. The text reads, 'I'm here, Buttercup.' I hop up and rush to the front door. Slip on a pair of flip-flops, grab my bag, and go out the door. Harry's waiting for me in his golf cart. "Hi Harry," I walk up to him.

He looks at me, "Hello Amber."

I walk around the golf cart and then get it. "That was weird to call you by your name, Curly Whirly."

He laughs, "Yes it was, Buttercup." Then he starts driving.

"How long are we swimming for?"

"For as long as you want." The rest of the drive neither of us speak a word. I don't know about Harry, but I'm super nervous. It takes five minutes to get to the swimming pool. Once there, Harry turns off the cart and we both hop out. Harry comes around to me and grabs my hand; pulling me inside the metal chain link fence gate. Then he closes it. There's also a little pool house we could  have went through, but he wanted to be different.

I see towels on a pool chair, so I walk over to it. Kicking my shoes off and then slipping my cover-up off. I look at Harry, his t-shirt is off and he's standing in black, blue, and grey swim trunks. His body is perfect; abs forming; the two extra nipples thing is true. This boy keeps getting better every day.

"Love, you okay."

I snap out of my trance, "Yeah. Just peachy."

He walks over to me inches separate our bodies. "You look very beautiful."

That's when I lose. With my two tiny hands, I grab his face. Bringing his face closer to mine until our lips collide. For a split second I know Harry is confused, but then his hands grab my waist and bring me closer. It is the best kiss I have ever had. I'm not sure how much time passes; it feels like an eternity. When the kisses does break, Harry rests his forehead on mine. "That was amazing, Buttercup."

I smile, "Spur of the moment. And best, kiss, ever."

"Really?"

"Really. It was amazing."

"Then I'm really sorry about what I'm about to do next."

"Wha-" but I'm cut off by Harry picking me up and throwing me into the pool. The warm water hits my body and I grab a breath of air just in time. It's very peaceful underwater, and I take a second to think. I just kissed the boy who I'm falling for. My brain tells me to run; that he's bad news. Though my heart says to stay; that he's so perfect in every way. Will they ever agree?

I burst out of the water. Cold air hitting me. Harry is still standing on the pool deck where I left him. "Why'd you throw me in?"

"So I could tell the boys I made you wet," he smirks.

"Ha, ha, Curly Whirly. You are just a nasty boy inside."

"Whatever." Then he jumps in. Surfacing a few feet away from me. "Still need two weeks?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why the kiss?"

"How could I not kiss you?"

"It's probably hard."

"Ugh, whatever. Now that we've kissed, though. You better not be kissing any other girls with those amazing lips," I smile.

"There's no other girl I want to kiss, but you."

My face heats up, "Um, think fast." I quickly splash him.

His arms aren't quick enough and I get him square in the face. "Oh no you didn't. You better think fast."

And I do. My hands cover my face just as his hand hits the water. But I make a huge mistake by letting my wrists face him. Letting my scars face him.

"Amber, what are those on your wrists?" 

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