He parked his car in the parking lot and I did the same, except I on the other hand was staring at him the whole time, trying to read his body language. He always seemed to give away little I've noticed, in general he is a quiet person. You just have to ask him and then he'll tell you, but otherwise he gives off a silently suspicious vibe. His smirk remained on his cheeky self, and I felt guilty or scared in some way. Not because we were trespassing though, for some other reason I couldn't place. I just felt off place, like a fan that was spinning around and around in a perfect circle but suddenly slipped off kilter.
I slammed my car door shut and paced Harry who was also coming towards me.
"We're not allowed in this water, Harry." My sunglasses still blocked the light in. "Oh and that stupid stunt you pulled back out there on the road, not funny." as I ironically laughed.
"You played along nicely, besides, we're inseparable no matter what, so no worries." Every word, every syllable he spoke drew me closer to him and he took ahold my hand.
"C'mon." And he pulled my hand as he ran into the hot sand and over some dunes.
"Harry I am nit getting in the water with you!" I directed.
"Good thing I'm not getting in the water." He said plainly.
I was dumfounded and just went along anyway. He seemed to be pulling me along some other way, not towards the water though. After about ten minutes of running after him, we came up to a large dip in the land.
"This is far off the area where people normally swim and no one really comes here." He said. He seemed right, and it looked pretty solitary, the sands made up hills that inclined and declined across the coast. And right in front of me it dipped down, making a large, deep, and narrow path covered in sand.
"It looks so covert." I described the picture.
"It should be, it took me a while to find it."
"And now that we have..." A smirk was on both our faces now and we read each others thoughts because in now time I had a fistful of sand and was aiming it at him.
I threw it pointlessly because he ducked and so I ran into him. When I did so, I must've knocked him off balance and because he fell to his knees. I held onto him, my arms around his torso. We both looked down at the steep hill and almost as if on cue, we leaned over and then off we went. We rolled down the sand hill like a log together. I screamed in excitement and my stomach got knotted. At the bottom of the pitt we layed. Sand stuck to my hair and found its way through my shirt, but I didn't mind.
My previous feeling of some form of guilt had completely diminished. I don't know where it went but I felt absolutely free now.
We both signed at the same moment and then we let go, but we didn't stand up. Instead we just laid on our sides facing each other, staring into his deep eyes. I reached to my face and pulled off my glasses, revealing my green rings.
"How have you been, love." He asked, interested.
"Honestly, not that great. I don't have much of a house to live in." I admitted.
"Well, I'll have to do something about that." He offered.
"Harry! You can't do that." I snapped back.
"Actually, I can. And I will." I soon realized he wasn't offering, he was insisting. I breathed in to start ranting again but before I could he leaned into me.
I felt his gentle thin lips touch mine and I was shocked. I had forgotten what it felt like to love someone so much. After seconds his arms then extended, surrounding my neck. My eyes were closed and I took every moment in, old memories rushed through him, into me and gave me hope. Hope that our future has each other in it. Hope that there's no more suffering of lonliness. Hope that our love is strong and real.
We both opened our eyes and silent moments passed. Then, it hit me, this was the daydream I had. I was envisioning me and Harry on the beach. We were laying side by side, the soft and gentle breeze swept across the grains of sand. No one was around to bother us, only the suns warming rays and us, in complete peace at last. Everything in my vision had come to life. It was real.
"Wow." I accidentally said out loud, breaking the silence.
"What's that?" He asked, still gazing into me.
"How did we get here, how did all this happen?"
"Well," his low, raspy voice started, "I think it all started with the man with a gun."
All this time, I was trying to forget about that moment in time, when I was too close to death. But Harry just made that the complete opposite. I didn't want to forget anymore.
He was the reason we are together right now. He caused the ball to start motion, and what a motion it started.
If it wasn't for him, I would have never needed Harry to drive me to the hospital. We never would've kissed. We never would've stumbled upon his memorable childhood pathway. We never would've got caught in the pouring rain. We never would've fought and then found each other again. And we wouldn't be right here, in the sand.
So yes, Harry suddenly made me want to rememeber. I wanted to remember the man with a gun.