Charly

Charly looked through clothes hanging on the clothes rack in the H&M store. Just a few hours ago, they had landed in Barcelona after a very short night for her. She also overslept because neither of the two girls had heard the alarm on her phone since both had earplugs in. It was Paul that came to wake her up. She felt like a zombie and tried to catch up on some sleep on the plane, but due to the strong wind, it was kind of a bumpy flight.
When they had arrived at their hotel and after she had seen the pool, she thought a good swim would wake her up, but therefore she would need a bikini. The crew had some time off in the morning and after their lunch together at the hotel, they would start into the day of work. After the rainy day in Switzerland, the sunny and very warm Barcelona was a nice change of weather. That’s why she wore some of her new clothes like a white tee with a tropical print and her new jeans shorts that ended after a third of her thigh and not those “lesbian jeans shorts”, as Lisa had called her favorite pants from before.
Charly looked at the variety of Bikini’s hanging in front of her. She had decided to do her little shopping trip without Lisa or she would probably end with half of the shop in her hands. Her credit card could not stand another Lisa-shopping-escapade. Charly reached for a white Bikini in her size and decided to try it on. That one followed one with floral print and a bathing suit with midriff cutouts in royal blue. She went to try them on. The white bikini didn’t make her look as pale as she actually was so that one would be bought. The floral print one didn’t really fit and made her body appear in a weird shape. The bathing suit covered all the right parts that she was usually insecure about, but she slowly got more comfortable with her body, mostly with the help of Liam. The way he had looked at her again last night…just the thought of it made her bit her lip right there in the fitting room. She just couldn’t help herself but imagine how Liam would look at her in that bathing suit and how his hands would fit right in the cutouts on her sides. She decided that her credit card could handle two more items and bought the white bikini and the blue bathing suit.
She kept wandering around the city, taking some pictures. She thought about how the boys were not really able to do this normal tourist sightseeing stuff because they could not take like 5 steps without being mobbed by fans. She posted a picture of the amazing Sagrada Familia and posted it on Twitter with the words “’Holy’ shit!”. Charly got a bit lost in the streets since she had forgotten to bring a map of the city with her. So she missed the lunch at the hotel and went straight to the venue. She had sent a quick text to Lisa to say she was okay, just a bit lost, so nobody started to worry about her. She had forgotten that in Spain they had Siesta around noon, so it was quite hard to get a taxi.
Charly finally got to the venue at about 2 pm. Niall, Harry, Louis and Liam were playing American football with the bodyguards and Mike, or at least, that’s what they had in mind. She had to walk right through the playing crowd to get to the entry of the stadium. “CHARLY RUN!”, Harry screamed and motioned her to run back to where she was coming from. “What?”, she asked, taken by surprised and saw the other boys came running towards her. “AHHH!”, she screamed out, dropped her things and started running back. Harry threw the ball and before she even had the chance to catch it, Niall picked her up at her waist and spinned her around. She was just happy that he didn’t tackle her to the ground since they were not playing on grass.
“I give up, I give up”, Charly shouted and put her hands up. Niall had quite a tight grip around her waist and just now she had realized that he had lifted her with just one arm, which she thought was quite impressive. He let her down again and she pulled down her shirt that was almost all up to her boobs. “Charly, you’re shit at American Football”, Harry joked. “Maybe that’s the reason I was not playing in the first place until you forced me to”, Charly defended her bad skills of catching a ball. “He didn’t force you…I know you want it, ‘cause you’re a good girl”, Louis started singing. “Shut up, Robin ‘not so’ Thicke”, Charly snapped back at him. “Uh, good one”, Louis admitted impressed and held his hand up for a high five. Charly picked up her things and gave Louis a high five as she walked by.
As she walked into the dressing room, she found Zayn standing at the other end of the room. He had covered almost the whole with white paper. “Any ideas yet?”, Charly stepped next to Zayn who was staring at the blank wall of paper in front of him. Lately, he had some trouble getting on paper what he had in mind, some artistic difficulties within himself. “Not really, it’s really annoying”, he sighed. “You know, just a few days ago, I read about a thing called 3D painting”, she told him. “Never heard of that”, Zayn asked interested. “It’s when you include objects or people in your paintings and paint over them, using them as a screen, so to say. Like in that Gotye video for ‘Somebody that I used to know’”, she explained and again stared at the white canvas in front of them. “That’s actually a cool idea”, Zayn said and rubbed his chin. Charly could see the ideas spinning in his head. “You wouldn’t actually volunteer for that, would you?”, he asked and had a hopeful smile on his face. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask”, Charly responded smiling. “Should I wear less or…?”, she asked and looked down at her body covered in a top and shorts. “Yeah, less would be better. Maybe you could…”, “I’m not gonna do it naked”, Charly intervened immediately. “Oh god no, I would never ask of that. What I wanted to say was if you could wear a bikini or your underwear”, Zayn ended his sentence. “Oh okay, sure. I actually bought a white bikini this morning, I have it here”, she said. “Oh no, I’m not asking you to waste your new stuff”, Zayn shook his head. “Don’t worry, it’s just an H&M bikini, I’ll go change”, Charly waved off his concerns. She took her bag and quickly changed in the bathroom of the venue. She put her hair up in a ponytail and came back out. “Is that okay?”, she asked. “That will work”, Zayn said and smiled.
Charly stepped in front of the big paper put up on the wall. “Where do you want me?”, she asked. Zayn thought about it for a few moments. “What about the right corner?”, he said. “Your right or my right?”, she asked. “Oh sorry, my right”, he answered and she took a few steps to her left. “Now lean against the wall, put your right arm up and put you left over your stomach”, he directed her and corrected her position himself for a few centimeters. He picked one of his cans up and started shaking it. “Wait a second, does the color come off again?”, she asked, now a bit skeptical. “Ehm…”, Zayn checked the can description. “I guess…”, he mumbled. “Very reassuring, but okay. Let’s get this over with”, Charly rolled her eyes but smiled.
Zayn started to draw the rough draft with a pencil on the paper and used a pen on her body. After that he took the spray cans and it got messy. When he came closer to her body he stopped. “I’m doing it now, are you still in it?”, he asked. “Of course, this will look great. And don’t be prudish, just go for it, okay?”, Charly reassured him. So Zayn sprayed on her body and at first she twitched at the cold feeling of the paint on her skin. “Do you use spray cans only or also other paints?”, she asked to break the silence. “Actually only spray cans”, he mumbled. He was so focused on painting that it was useless to try to get a conversation going.
“Now turn your head to the right and close your eyes, please”, Zayn said and Charly did like she was told. He sprayed her whole face and then added some details. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she was sure it was great. She had seen some of his stuff before and it was simply amazing. “Okay, now don’t move, I’m gonna take some pictures”, he said after a while and she heard him going a few steps back. “That looks so great, probably the best I’ve ever done. Thanks for the idea and thanks for doing that”, Zayn said while he took picture after picture. “Are you done? Can I move?”, she asked a few moments later. “Yeah, I’m done. Thanks for doing this”, he said and Charly walked a few steps forward, careful not to touch the painting. She turned around and looked at it. She could clearly see where she was standing. “That looks amazing, Zayn”, she admired his work. “Thank you. And it also looks quite cool with the blank spot. You can totally see your shape”, Zayn said, also looking at his work again. “Can I have a look at the pictures with me in it?”, she asked. “Sure, here”, he said and held up his phone. She didn’t take it in her hands because she was still covered in paint. “Wow, how cool is that?”, she said and smiled. Zayn zoomed in on one of the pics and her smile disappeared. As she saw how her hips and stomach looked, she went pale underneath the paint. She had to do some work-out as quickly as possible.
The door opened and the group of people that were playing football before came in. “Woah, what is going on in here?”, Louis asked as he spotted the almost naked behind of Charly next to Zayn. Both of them turned around and so the men could see that Charly’s front was covered in paint. “Zayn painted me like one of his French girls”, Charly quoted Rose from Titanic and had to laugh at her own joke. “You guys just did that?”, Harry asked impressed as he came closer to the now filled canvas on the wall. “Well, Zayn did that. I was just standing there”, Charly said. “But you had the idea. Thanks again, it was really cool”, Zayn corrected Charly and gave her some credit.
Niall couldn’t help but give most of his attention to Charly in her bikini. There wasn’t much to see because of all the paint, but when she turned around, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her butt. Oh, what wouldn’t he give to being able to just squeeze it right now. “Show me the pictures”, Harry said to Zayn and got Niall out of his trance. Zayn handed Harry his phone and Louis stepped next to him to also get a look.
“I better go take a shower and try to remove that paint while it’s fresh. I hope it comes off”, Charly said and walked towards the showers of the dressing room. “If you need any help to brush it off, just shout”, Liam said to her as she walked past him. For a second she was shocked that he had said that in front of everybody. But then she reminded herself that he was just joking around and being “normal”. “I think I can handle that, thanks”, she replied, but winked at him before she left the room.

Notes

So, this is the last chapter I have pre-written. For the next you will have to wait even longer. I REALLY hope I get some writing done on the weekend

Please tell me what you think of this chapter and the story so far!!

Is there anything you want to read in the story? Something between Niall and Charly or Liam and Charly? =)

Hope you liked the chapter! =)