"Beer!" Niall cried happily, reaching for the cooler. "I like this boat already!"
Liam shook his head, laughing. "Honestly, Nialler. Try not to get completely smashed."
Niall stuck his tongue out and opened a bottle. "It's the middle of the day. I'm only going to have a couple of beers. Calm down, dad."
The two of them continued to bicker good naturedly while Louis kept his hand on my back as he led me to the front of the boat. "Careful now, sweetheart. We wouldn't want Louis and Louise to fall out."
"I'll try to keep them in the oven a bit longer." I found myself laughing at his over- protectiveness. "Boo- bear, could you grab me a water?"
"Sure thing, love." He wandered back into the cabin and emerged with a bottle of water for me, and a beer for himself. "Do you want to smell it?" He teased, holding his bottle out to me.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Don't torture me. I finally move to a country where I can legally drink, and I get knocked up so I have to stay sober."
"Ironic isn't it?" He clinked his bottle against mine. "To your sobriety! May it end as soon as possible."
I took a big sip, letting my head rest on his shoulder as the boat pulled away from the dock. "So the word on the street is that you've been working out. Trying to beat Liam and Haz in the ab department?"
"You've been talking to Eleanor," he accused. "What else has she been saying about me?"
"That you're smelly and in desperate need of a haircut," I teased. "And of course I've been talking to El. She is a bridesmaid after all."
"Did you guys set a date yet?" He asked, leaning back to soak in the sun.
"We're thinking next April. We'll be back from the U.S. and these two should be walking so they can be a part of it. Plus, my post baby body will hopefully be back to normal."
"I'm sure you'll be the hottest mom there," he said, nodding approvingly.
We moved out to sea for about an hour before dropping anchor. I chatted with Louis for most of the trip, even letting him feel a few kicks. The twins had become particularly active, presumably from the motion of the boat. When lunch finally rolled around I ate my usual obscene amount. We made our way back outside, only to be greeted by a helicopter of paps.
Louis and Niall waved enthusiastically while I just kept talking to Liam. "Come take a swim with me," he suggested, pulling off his shirt.
I stared at his flawless six pack as I spoke. "No way I'm being photographed in a swimsuit next to you."
"Come on!" He begged, making a puppy dog face.
"Li-" I whined, trying to resist.
"Fine," I groaned, pushing myself to standing.
"Yes!" Without waiting for me he ran to the end of the boat and jumped off.
"You do realize I can't do that, right?" I called down to him.
"Just take the ladder. Come on, the water's great." He was treading water, waiting for me to come in too.
I walked over to my tote which was beside Zayn and pulled the coverup over my head. "HOT DAMN!" Louis whistled. "Look at that hot mama. Get it, Haz? It's funny because she's pregnant."
I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to the ladder, gently lowering myself into the water. The cool harbor felt good compared to the hot sun above. "You were right, Li. This is divine."
The moment I turned to see who had yelled I was splashed in the face with salt water. "Come on, guys!"
"Sorry, Gemma," Harry said sheepishly, swimming over to us.
"I'm not. That was bloody fun!" Niall added.
I dunked him under water and Liam and Harry laughed as he came up spluttering. "No, that was bloody fun."
"Look at you using proper curse words," Niall said approvingly. "Proud of you, kid."
"Kid? I'm older than you!" I laughed.
"But I'm exponentially more mature," he retorted.
"I'm not the one doing cannon balls off the boat," I pointed out.
Niall frowned, unable to come up with a clever comeback. "Well at least I'm not fat."
I stuck my tongue out at him and Liam splashed him. "She's pregnant, you wanker!"
"Liam, I'm shocked at your language!" Harry laughed. "You never curse."
"I also don't insult pregnant women," he replied, chuckling as well.
"I'm hungry!" Niall declared, swimming towards the ladder.
I followed him back onto the boat, accepting Zayn's hand when he offered it. "Thanks, love."
"Gemma, your bellybutton is huge!" Niall exclaimed, biting into a brownie. "It's funny looking."
"Can it Horan!" I laughed. "My body is a vessel for two lives. Yours is a vessel for what? Dessert?"
Louis and Zayn guffawed while Niall just shrugged and finished his food. "I'll take chocolate over babies any day."
Zayn wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. "I'd pick the babies," he whispered into my ear.
His warm breath tickled my neck before he pressed a gentle kiss against my skin. I felt a shiver make its way up my spine and I turned to give him a real kiss. Just as it was about to get heated Louis cleared his throat loudly. "The paps have found us."
I looked into the sky and saw a massive black helicopter hovering nearby. I sighed and followed Zayn to the front of the boat. He put his hand on the small of my back and we sat down to soak up the sun. I let my head rest on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. "What do you say to giving them a real photo op?" His voice was light and happy.
"It's like you read my mind," I grinned. I look up into his chocolate eyes before shutting mine and crashing my lips against his. I was vaguely aware of the helicopter's rotating blades, but rather than dwell on them I just lost myself in Zayn's embrace.
So sorry it took me so long to update. It's my birthday tomorrow so I was spending the weekend out of town with friends. I wanted to write a chapter where they all get to have fun together, nothing too serious. What do people think? Comment, vote, fan!
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Free Falling (Zayn Malik fan fic)Fanfiction
Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...