In secondary school, you and Louis had always hated each other, always. Always fighting. But when your mutual friend Perrie said she wanted to go to the beach with the two of you and a couple of your other friends for her sixteenth birthday, you couldn’t exactly say no. You sat, shirtless on your towel on the sand, next to Louis, also shirtless. The two of you were pointedly ignoring each other, a scowl plastered onto your faces. Perrie, Zayn, Liam, Niall, Sophie, and Eleanor were all in the sea, laughing and splashing water at each other, and you two were sat up on the shore.