We spend the afternoon lounging around the pool, messing around in the water and talking about anything other that work. We were all finally beginning to relax, London a distant memory.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Ethan decided to fire up the barbecue. He was probably the safest bet out of the other lads. I mean, can you imagine Alex using a barbecue? We would be in A&E before the first burger was cooked.

Whilst Ethan cooked with James as sous chef, the rest of us set the table and made drinks. Jugs of (probably lethal) cocktails, surrounded by shots (thanks to Alex our alcoholic magician) covered the table leaving little room for the food.

***

We ate until none of us could stomach anymore, the jugs empty and the shots gone. We cleared everything up, refilled the jugs and shot glasses and went and sat back outside. Although it was getting late it was still warm, all just in shorts and t-shirts. Will brought his wireless speaker outside, and the more we drank the more we danced and messed around. We knew it was going me be a messy night with messy hangovers in the morning, but we didn't care. We had no worries.

'So there is seven lads and our honorary female. Who do we think Jess is gonna shag this holiday?' George blurts out, causing me to choke on my drink.

'Woah fucking what? None of you lot thats for sure!' I say as I throw my empty cup at Georges head.

'My bet is on Alex' Will winks, dodging my arm as I went to slap him around the head.

'I won't be fucking anyone thank you very much' I say as I make a second swing, finally connecting.

'You must like.. have needs though?' James pipes up, ducking before I even find anything to throw.

'We are NOT having this conversation, thank you very much' I say louder than I mean too as I finally find an empty cup to lob in his direction. 'My sex life is not up for discussion!'

'Oh man, you need to relieve some of that sexual tension' Ethan joins in.

'FUCK. OFF' I shout, back-handing his arm. 'No sexual tension. No discussion.'

***

It is starting to get light outside by the time we all stumble to our bedrooms. James carries me, whilst Ethan helps Harry up the stairs to our room. James dumps me on my bed before turning and leaving, Harry falling in through the door into a heap on the floor.

'I think.. I might.. be drunk' he groans, making no effort to move.

'You and me both.. you and me both..' I grumble in response, trying to figure out how I was going to move to change. The room spinning around me.

Harry finally pulls himself up off of the floor and flops down onto my bed face down.

'Harry.. wrong bed' I groan as I try to shove him. My limbs not really working as well as normal.

'I know.. I am getting there slowly.. its too far.'

'I have no clue how I am going to get changed. I don't think my legs even work' I whisper, trying to pull myself up and failing. Harry sits himself up and then pulls me up with him into a sitting position.

'There ya go.. just don't fall over.'

I stumble to the wardrobe and pull out my pyjamas before attempting, and failing, to walk into the bathroom. Harry comes over and picks me up off of the floor, ignoring my pleas to just leave me there. He sits me on his bed, pulls my t-shirt up over my head, and replaces it with the new one. Then he shimmies my shorts down my legs, before stuggling to get my pyjama bottoms on.

'There you go.. don't say I don't do anything for you' he chuckles. I lay back on the bed, unable to move. Before I know it, I pass out into a deep sleep.