surprise! | 1k cabo celebration, found family au ⋆⭒˚.⋆
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summary: in which the boys surprise the girls in cabo, spending the day with them.
notes: they're all reunited!! dare i say this is one of my favourite pieces i've written from this celly 🤭 this fic is inspired by these two requests, i hope you enjoy! sending you all so much love <3 💌 🤍
logan adjusts the cap pulled low over his eyes, gaze drifting through the open-air lobby towards the stretch of beach below.
the ocean glitters between the palm trees, bright and impossibly blue beneath the late-morning sun. gentle waves uncurl across the shoreline, washing over the stretch of beach where the girls remain blissfully unaware that four very familiar faces are only minutes away.
dean shifts his backpack higher on his shoulder. “we find them.”
it is almost embarrassingly easy.
according to the receptionist, you girls have apparently become regulars on the same stretch of beach. dean has barely started describing who they're looking for when the receptionist smiles knowingly.
"there's a brunette, she talks to absolutely anyone and everyone-"
dean huffs out a laugh. "she's made a name for herself already, huh?"
"yeah" dean grins. "that's allie."
her smile widens when she notices the bags gathered around the four boys. “you’re surprising them?”
“he nearly sent her a photo from the airport" logan adds, jerking his thumb towards dean.
dean turns. “i caught myself.”
“actually garrett caught you" logan corrects.
not because he isn't listening, but because his attention is already somewhere else entirely, his eyes fixed on the stone path leading down towards the beach.
dean follows garrett's line of sight for a moment, watching his gaze settle somewhere beyond the palm trees.
he smiles knowingly to himself.
he hadn't missed the way garrett had gone quiet every time a facetime with you ended, the way he'd linger over your photos for a second longer than anyone else, the way he'd checked the time difference before texting, or fallen absentmindedly into conversations about what you'd all be doing if you were home, at briar instead.
none of them had said much about it, they hadn't needed to.
dean reaches over, giving the middle of garrett's back a light pat. "yeah" he says quietly. "come on, g."
the beach is already warm beneath their feet by the time they reach it.
music drifts from the resort bar behind them, the ocean stretches out ahead, bright blue beneath the late-morning sun, sunlight skimming across the surface in long, silver streaks as the waves roll steadily towards the shore.
she's sitting near the edge of a towel with her book open across her lap, one finger tucked between the pages to hold her place while sabrina talks beside her. every now and then she nods or laughs quietly, making no real attempt to keep reading.
tucker's attention settles on sabrina almost immediately, while dean spots allie a little further down the beach, her back to them as she snaps a towel through the air, trying to shake the sand free without sending it over everyone else's belongings.
you're sitting on the sand near the shoreline, knees drawn loosely towards your chest as you talk to grace.
your sunglasses are pushed into your hair, skin warm from the sun, one hand moving absently through the sand while you laugh at something she says.
for a moment, everything else fades into the background. the flight, the heat, the voices behind him. all he can see is you.
"go on" he says, the corner of his mouth lifting. "you've been miserable for two weeks, i don't wanna deal with it for a second longer."
garrett doesn't even respond, just simply starts making his way down the beach towards you.
you're still deep in conversation when he eventually reaches you. “and then allie tried to tell the bartender-”
garrett bends behind you, wrapping both arms around your waist.
his chest presses against your back as his face buries itself into the curve of your neck. he doesn't say anything, just holds you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, exhaling slowly against your skin.
every part of his body immediately softens.
your hands settle over his forearms, knowing who it is before you turn around. “garrett?”
you twist around so quickly that he has to loosen his grip. the second you see him, your whole face lights up, eyes widening as disbelief gives way to excitement, warmth rushing into your cheeks.
“what are you doing here?!”
you throw your arms around his neck before he can answer.
garrett catches you immediately, lifting you into him as though he'd been expecting it. your legs curl around his waist, hands settling instinctively beneath your thighs, and for a long moment neither of you let go.
"you're supposed to be in boston" you say, your voice somewhere between a laugh and complete disbelief.
you pull back just enough to look at him. his hair is still tousled from the flight, exhaustion evident in the faint shadows beneath his eyes, yet the quiet relief on his features makes him look more at peace than he has in weeks.
garrett gives you a look as though the answer is obvious. "i wanted to see you" he says softly.
you laugh through the sudden sting behind your eyes. "that's your reason?"
"that's the one i'm admitting to."
your smile only grows as you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. garrett's hand moves higher along your back, holding you close. both of you smile too much for the kiss to last.
somewhere behind you, allie screams.
you turn in time to see her drop the towel, running directly towards dean. he braces just before she reaches him, catching her around the waist.
“nice to see you too, allie cat.”
dean's eyebrows raise. “you’re hugging me.”
“both things can be true.”
grace reaches logan next, throwing her arms around his neck while he holds her tightly against him.
sabrina remains still for a second, both hands covering her mouth, until tucker smiles, opening his arms in clear invitation.
within seconds, the quiet beach dissolves into laughter, overlapping questions and four separate reunions.
garrett still has you lifted against him. “you can put me down.”
he glances towards the others. “they’ll live.”
you laugh, hiding your face against his shoulder.
eventually, he sets you back down on the sand, though he never really lets you go. one hand settles at your waist while the other finds yours, fingers slipping together as naturally as breathing.
the boys settle into your beach setup a few minutes later. bags are dropped beside towels, chairs are shifted around, allie sits across dean’s lap while demanding every detail about the flight.
dean leans back against the chair. “mostly.”
logan looks over. “garrett packed before we booked anything.”
you turn, a small smile tugging at your mouth in amusement. “you did?”
garrett closes his eyes. “why are we telling her this?”
tucker shrugs. “it’s funny.”
“his bag was by the door, ready to go” dean adds.
you look up at garrett. “you packed before everyone agreed?”
“they were going to agree.”
garrett gives him a look. you laugh, leaning back against his chest. his arm finds your waist without a second thought, drawing you a little closer before he presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“that’s a little dramatic, even for you.”
garrett presses both hands into your sides, his fingers digging in just enough to make you squeal as he tickles you.
"garrett!" you laugh, instinctively twisting away from him.
"that's what i thought" he grins, finally releasing his grip as you swat at his arm, still laughing.
the boys head upstairs to change shortly after. garrett hangs back until everyone else has disappeared inside, reluctant to leave your side even for a moment.
he takes two steps, then turns around. “don’t go anywhere.”
you stare at him. “where would i go?”
garrett’s mouth curves before he follows the others towards the hotel.
allie waits until the boys disappear inside before looking at the rest of you. "i genuinely cannot believe they flew to cabo."
"for two nights" sabrina adds.
grace shakes her head. "that's actually insane."
"insanely sweet" you murmur.
allie smiles, agreeing. "yeah."
"i still can't believe they managed to keep it a secret though."
you all nod in agreement.
grace picks her book back up. “he looks better.”
you glance back towards the path garrett had disappeared down. “yeah he does, doesn't he.”
sabrina nudges your shoulder. “so do you, y/n.”
you can't help but smile.
the boys return in swim shorts less than fifteen minutes later. garrett walks towards you carrying a bottle of sunscreen.
you're sitting on the edge of a lounger when he stops in front of you.
you look up. “hello to you too.”
“when did you last put sunscreen on?”
his expression turns immediately unimpressed. “turn around.”
you narrow your eyes, yet oblige anyway.
garrett sits behind you, one leg on either side of the lounger. he squeezes sunscreen into his palm before setting the bottle down.
his hands settle on your shoulders.
the touch begins practically, his palms smoothing sunscreen carefully over your skin before moving down your arms and across your shoulder blades. you lift your hair over one shoulder when he quietly asks, exposing the back of your neck.
his fingers eventually reach the thin bikini strap resting across your back. garrett hooks a finger beneath it, easing it gently aside before smoothing sunscreen into the strip of skin hidden underneath. the backs of his fingers graze your skin as he lets the strap settle back into place.
your breath catches almost imperceptibly. behind you, you feel his smile before you see it.
"sensitive?" he murmurs, amusement warming his voice.
“you’re meant to be helping.”
he presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another slightly closer to your neck.
“you’re not very good at concentrating.”
“you’re just distracting, baby.”
you turn your head enough to look at him. “you’ve been here for an hour.”
his hands slide around your waist, drawing you back against his chest.
“can’t keep my hands off you.”
the words are quiet, spoken against your skin rather than for anyone else. you try not to smile, “clearly.”
dean walks past carrying two drinks, immediately looking away. “i see nothing.”
garrett doesn't move. “good.”
“there are families here though.”
you grab the sunscreen bottle, throwing it at him. dean catches it against his chest. “right. noted."
allie takes it from him, handing it back to you. “leave them alone.”
the volleyball game begins after lunch.
you're sharing a drink with garrett when a voice calls out from across the beach.
ethan stands near the net, volleyball tucked beneath one arm. liam, noah and tom are gathered behind him.
you groan, garrett follows your gaze.
you look at garrett, noticing his eyebrows furrow. “don’t.”
ethan and the others jog across the sand, greeting the girls first before slowing when they notice the four unfamiliar faces standing amongst them.
ethan looks from dean to logan, then tucker and finally garrett.
liam looks between the boys before breaking into a grin. “these are the boyfriends.”
dean lifts his brows in confusion. “the boyfriends?”
“we've heard a lot” noah says.
ethan points towards logan first. “logan's the sunscreen one.”
logan simply nods, accepting defeat.
“tucker packed the electrolyte tablets” liam says next.
tucker glances towards sabrina, “and they came in handy! she used them.”
“dean...” ethan pauses, trying not to laugh. “is the overprotective one.”
dean looks straight at allie, mouth agape in shock. “what the?!”
"they weren't my words" she responds, immediately turning to point towards you.
you throw both hands up in mock defence. “i was only kidding,”
“you're actually the worst” dean mutters. you only smile back, entirely unrepentant.
ethan's attention eventually settles on garrett. “and that must make you garrett.”
garrett steps forward, offering his hand in greeting. “apparently.”
ethan shakes it. “mate, we've heard about you all week.”
garrett looks across at you. “all good things i hope.”
ethan hesitates, you narrow your eyes, saying his name in warning. “ethan.”
garrett laughs. “i'll take mostly.”
“she does talk about you like you're the greatest person alive though” liam adds.
heat immediately climbs onto your features. “okay!" you clap your hands once. “volleyball. now.”
garrett looks far too pleased with himself. “greatest person alive hey?”
you shove lightly at his chest. “don't start.”
he raises his hands in defence. “wasn't going to.”
teams are made with very little fairness. somehow, garrett and ethan end up on the same side.
you point between them. “are you two teaming up against me?”
ethan and garrett glance at each other, before answering in unison, as though their response had been rehearsed. “yeah.”
“you’ve literally known each other for five minutes.”
the game becomes chaotic almost immediately.
dean takes every point personally, logan argues over whether the ball touched the line, while tucker says very little, but becomes one of the strongest players.
when it's your turn to serve, you step behind the line, bouncing the ball once. garrett watches from the opposite side of the net.
ethan shifts beside him. “just make sure you get it over the net, y/n!”
you look at him, eyes narrowing. “thanks, ethan! that's some insightful advice.”
you toss the ball into the air, unfortunately, your hand connects with it poorly. the ball travels approximately three feet before dropping straight into the sand in front of you.
a beat of silence follows, until ethan folds over laughing, clearly amused. garrett presses his lips together, trying, and failing, not to join him.
you point across the net at your boyfriend. “don't.”
garrett nods solemnly. “that's a good effort.”
ethan straightens, still grinning. “kept it in your half, y/n. well done."
you point between them, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. “i hate you."
garrett's smile only widens. “who?”
before you can answer, dean wanders over to retrieve the ball. he pauses beside you, tucking it beneath one arm. “ignore those two.”
you glance towards him, “easier said than done.”
dean looks over at garrett and ethan, still talking quietly between themselves with matching smug expressions.
he scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. "nah, fuck 'em.”
you laugh in response, “seriously.”
dean tosses the ball back to you. “and if you accidentally hit garrett in the face…”
he shrugs. "bonus point.”
you snort, shaking your head. “you're unbelievable.”
you bounce the ball once, take a breath and serve again.
this time it sails cleanly over the net.
garrett throws himself forward, managing to get a hand beneath it at the very last second. the ball floats high towards ethan, who dives after it, fingertips outstretched, but it lands in the sand a heartbeat before he can reach it.
dean throws you a grin as he jogs past. “there you go!" he holds his hand up, “nice serve.”
you slap his palm, giving him a high five in celebration.
“see y/n?” dean nods towards garrett. “sometimes you've just gotta tell him to get fucked.”
garrett hears him. “i'm literally right here.”
dean shrugs, a small smirk gracing his features. “and?”
garrett laughs, shaking his head. “fuck you.”
“that's not very captain-like.”
the game ends without anyone agreeing who won. dean claims you guys did, while ethan declares that dean invented several points.
logan calls it a draw solely to end the argument.
by the time you reach the pool, the late afternoon sun has softened slightly.
waiters move between loungers carrying cocktails and late lunches while groups linger in the water or stretch out beneath umbrellas, the easy rhythm of the afternoon settling over the resort.
the eight of you naturally spread out, towels dropped across the nearest loungers as everyone reaches for water after an hour spent in the heat of the sun.
you have barely sat down when a familiar voice cuts through the conversation.
oliver is walking towards you, sunglasses pushed into his hair, two drinks balanced in one hand.
your face lights up. “oliver!”
you hug him quickly, careful not to knock either glass from his hand.
“how was the rest of your afternoon yesterday?” he asks.
“better than cocktails with me?”
you gasp, nudging his shoulder playfully. "don't make me answer that!"
oliver laughs before his attention catches elsewhere, gaze drifting over your shoulder. his expression changes almost instantly.
you turn, curious as to what he's looking at. garrett is making his way across the pool deck, brushing the last of the sand from his hands after the volleyball game.
oliver blinks once. “i know you said he was handsome, but y/n, he's like a goddamn greek god."
garrett reaches the pair of you just in time, caught slightly off guard by oliver's comment. it's not long however until a small smile graces his features. “well... that's a hell of a way to say hello.”
oliver looks back to you, gesturing at your boyfriend. “the photos, although amazing, definitely don't do him justice."
garrett shakes his head with an embarrassed smile before holding out his hand in greeting. “it's really nice to meet you properly, oliver.”
oliver ignores garrett's hand completely, pulling him into a hug instead. garrett laughs, hugging him back without hesitation.
oliver steps away, “so much better than facetime.”
before you can respond dean approaches with allie beside him. “woah. hold on, you're the vacation co-parent, are you not!?”
oliver turns, responding with enthusiasm. “yes i am!”
dean holds out his hand. “it's so good to meet you, man.”
allie closes her eyes, “please don’t become friends, oliver is for us girls only.”
“too late” dean says, a warm smile planted across his features.
oliver stays long enough to properly meet the boys, though it quickly becomes apparent he knows most of them well through the stories you girls have spent the last two weeks telling.
he leaves once theo texts to say he is waiting in the lobby. before going, he hugs you again, then garrett.
“tell theo we said hi!" you call after him.
“i’ll tell him the famous boyfriends finally arrived.”
dean turns towards allie. “famous?”
“don’t let it go to your head.”
by late afternoon, everyone reluctantly agrees they need to get ready for dinner. the girls gather towels, books and abandoned drinks while the boys help carry everything back towards the rooms.
garrett stops outside your door, passing you your bag. “dinner in an hour?”
“that’s what allie said.”
he nods but doesn't move. you tap the key card against the reader. a soft click echoes through the hallway as the light flashes green. “are you planning to stand there while i shower?”
“was considering coming in.”
you glance at him. “absolutely not. it's still a girls trip.”
garrett opens his mouth to argue before you point a finger at him. “i need my girls getting-ready time.”
the corner of his mouth lifts. “fair enough.”
you laugh, pushing the door open. before you can step inside, garrett catches your waist, gently pulling you back towards him.
the kiss is unhurried at first, soft enough to make you smile against it before it deepens. your hands slide into his hair as your back comes to rest against the door.
his hand lifts to your neck, thumb brushing lightly beneath your jaw. when you finally pull away, he follows for one more quick kiss.
he steals one last kiss before finally taking a step back. you laugh, shaking your head. “one hour, graham. you can do it."
your expression softens before you can stop it, warmth creeping into your cheeks. “go shower.”
he lifts both hands in surrender, already walking backwards down the hallway. “i'm going!"
you wait until he disappears around the corner before stepping inside, closing the door behind you.
an hour later, there's a knock at the door.
you are fastening one of your earrings when you open it. garrett is leaning against the wall opposite your room, hands in the pockets of his trousers.
he's wearing the white linen shirt you've always liked on him, the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. his hair is still slightly damp, curling just enough as it falls over his forehead.
you pause in the doorway, he looks up. his eyes move over the blue dress, then back to your face.
garrett straightens, crossing the narrow hallway. “you look fucking beautiful."
his hand settles at your waist, fingertips pressing lightly into the fabric. you look past him, trying to look for any sign of the other boys. “how long have you been standing out here for?”
you stare at him. “that makes no sense.”
“the others are already downstairs but i didn't want to rush you."
you can't help but smile. shaking your head, you slip your hand into his. together, the two of you make your way downstairs to meet everyone else.
allie is standing between dean’s knees while he sits on the arm of a chair, grace is fixing logan’s collar, while sabrina is removing a portable charger from tucker’s pocket.
“we’re going to dinner,” she tells him.
dean sees you and whistles, garrett looks at him.
“what? i was being nice.”
allie looks towards you. “you look gorgeous, y/n!"
dean gestures at her. “see? same thing.”
“the whistle was more efficient, g.”
dinner is held at a restaurant overlooking the ocean.
the eight of you sit around a long table near the open edge of the terrace, candles flickering between glasses while the last of the sunset fades beyond the railing.
the first round of welcome drinks arrive before anyone has properly opened the menus. allie orders something bright pink that nobody can identify from the description alone, dean and logan settle on beers, while grace orders a margarita, pointing a finger in warning at logan.
“don't say a word about the salt.”
“i know you were thinking it.”
after spending far too long comparing descriptions, tucker and sabrina eventually order the same cocktail.
garrett glances across at you. “what are you getting?”
he closes the menu. “i'll have the same.”
you look at him. “garrett."
“you're going to hate it.”
he teasingly throws your words back at you. "live a litte, baby."
laughing you shake your head in disbelief. "you don't like cocktails, you've said so yourself."
“i might surprise us both then. i could like it."
“i really don't think you will.”
when the drinks arrive, garrett eyes the bright orange cocktail with immediate suspicion.
“looks promising" dean says, clearly enjoying himself.
“doesn't it?” garrett raises his cocktail towards him in a mock cheers before taking a sip. his expression changes almost instantly. you don't even wait, your hand appearing beside his glass.
without another word, he slides the cocktail to you, reaching for your water instead.
across from you, dean watches the exchange over the rim of his beer. the corners of his mouth twitch, however he takes another sip instead, deciding, for once, to keep whatever comment he had to himself.
allie raises her glass, eyes moving around everyone at the table. “to the boys finally giving in!”
logan frowns. “giving in to what?”
“being incapable of surviving without us.”
grace looks at him. “you called me because i didn’t answer one text, logan.”
“you were doing dangerous things.”
“i was eating breakfast.”
“after doing dangerous things" he clarifies, as though his fifteen calls could be justified.
tucker lifts his glass. “to nobody getting injured for the rest of the trip.”
you laugh at tucker's words, sending him a small nod in acknowledgement.
dean raises his beer, “and to me for organising this.”
allie looks at him. “dean stop taking all of the credit.”
conversation moves quickly once the food arrives. everyone talks over one another, filling in stories the boys only heard pieces of through calls and videos.
dean picks up exactly where he'd left off, still insisting the volleyball score had been different. allie calls him a liar before he finishes the sentence.
beside you, garrett's commentary on your serve is repeated back to him with more dramatic additions every time someone tells it.
“it did not go backwards” you say.
garrett looks at you. “nobody said it went backwards.”
dean frowns. “did it go backwards?”
you kick his leg beneath the table. he laughs, catching your hand when you try to do it again.
sometime later, the lights dim. the music shifts from something soft in the background to something louder, brighter. staff begin moving a handful of tables away from the centre of the restaurant.
allie looks up. “is that becoming a dance floor?”
dean follows her gaze. “looks like it.”
his eyes drift across the table until they settle on you. you're absentmindedly tracing the rim of your glass, shoulders already moving slightly with the beat of the music.
a slow smile spreads across his features. standing up, he pushes his chair back. allie laughs, clearly already aware of his intentions.
dean makes his way around the table to you.
you shake your head, watching as he beelines for you. he simply holds out a hand in front of you, “come on, y/n.”
you stay firmly planted in your chair. “i'm very comfortable here.”
he takes your hands before you can pull them away. dean laughs, with one gentle tug, you're on your feet. you immediately look to garrett sitting next to you, mouthing a quick
garrett meets your eyes. completely unhelpfully, he smiles, giving you an apologetic little shrug.
"you're on your own, y/n."
the table erupts immediately. logan whistles loudly enough that several nearby tables turn to look, allie claps her hands together excitedly
dean starts leading you towards the dance floor. “i'm being publicly humiliated.”
you gesture vaguely around the restaurant. “people are watching.”
sure enough, a few people nearby smile as you pass. you attempt to hide your face behind your free hand. “this is all your fault.”
by the time you reach the centre of the dance floor, every one of your friends are clapping and cheering. “why are they all encouraging this?” you ask.
“because” dean says simply, “they know you secretly love it.”
turning to face you, he keeps hold of both your hands. he lifts one arm, and your eyes widen in anticipation.
“don’t you dare spin me.”
he spins you, and despite every intention not to, laughter escapes you. your heel catches briefly against the floor, but dean's hand is already at your waist, steadying you before you have the chance to stumble.
he keeps moving, far more committed than skilled, dragging you through unnecessary, dramatic turns while everyone at the table laughs.
allie claps in time with the music, logan whistles, sabrina raises her phone for a few seconds, dean attempts another spin.
“absolutely not, di laurentis."
“you’re ruining my choreography, y/n.”
“there is no choreography.”
you push at his shoulder, laughing. for a moment, the teasing softens. dean glances towards the table.
you follow his gaze. garrett is watching you, one arm resting along the back of your chair, quiet amusement gracing his features whenever dean does something particularly ridiculous.
his eyes meet yours, and he smiles.
dean notices. “he certainly looks less miserable.”
you glance at him. “he wasn’t miserable.”
dean gives you a look. "you didn't have to deal with him for two weeks straight. thanks for that, by the way."
you laugh in response. "you're most welcome."
dean squeezes your hand once before spinning you a final time. he guides you back towards the table, placing your hand in garrett’s.
garrett stands. “she still standing?”
dean looks offended. “i was excellent.”
allie catches his wrist, a grin gracing her features. “come prove it then!”
“thought you weren’t dancing.”
“i've changed my mind.” she pulls him away before he can argue.
garrett leads you back towards the floor as the music changes into something slower. his hand settles at your waist, you rest yours against his shoulder.
“very convenient timing.”
“maybe cabo just likes me.”
“well...you did travel far.”
you sway together, neither of you moving particularly well. garrett’s hand shifts slowly across your back as you glance briefly towards dean and allie. he's trying to dip her while she repeatedly tells him not to.
“he’s going to drop her.”
allie, whose laughing hysterically, shoves at dean’s chest, straightening herself.
the noise of the restaurant softens around you, not disappearing, only becoming less important.
you rest your head against garrett's shoulder. beneath your cheek, you feel him finally relax.
there's no need for another conversation about the flight or the time apart. everything he wants to say is already here.
in the way his hand never leaves your waist. in the familiar weight of his cheek resting briefly against your hair, like he's reassuring himself you're really here.
when the song ends, neither of you move immediately.
the others begin gathering near the table, allie still laughing while dean argues that he did not almost drop her.
garrett looks down at you. “ready to go back?”
you glance towards the others. dean has allie’s heels in one hand, logan is helping grace find her bag, tucker is making sure nobody has left a phone behind while sabrina waits beside him.
the core eight together again.
“yeah” you say, sending him a warm smile.
garrett threads his fingers through yours. when everyone heads out towards the beach, still laughing over dean’s dancing, he falls into step beside you.
his hand remains loosely linked with yours. familiar, easy, exactly where it should be.
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