After getting settled in, the next day I'm awoken by Harry.
"Hey, you wanna go to the beach?"
"Sure." I say.
"Ok, get ready and we'll go." He says.
"Ok." I say.
He leaves the room and I get up. Going to the dresser, I grab my bikini. I packed a few considering we were going to California.
I got my beach bag ready and then headed down the stairs.
When I got to the kitchen, Harry's eyes widened.
"What?" I ask.
"U-um, nothing." He says. "You ready?"
"Yep." I say with a smile.
We head out the door and start walking towards the beach...
I wasn't expecting Alexandra to look so, hot. As we walk out on the beach, the sight of fills my mind. Trying to shake off the memory, but realizing I can't.
The bikini fit her perfectly, and it looked very good on her too.
As she spread her towel out on the sand I looked at the ocean.
She sets her bag down on top of it that way the wind won't blow it away.
"Would you like to get in the water?" Harry asks.
I smile. "Sure." I say.
"I'll race you!" He says sprinting off.
I chase after him, trying to make it to waters edge before him.
We both end up hitting he water at the same time and water shoots up spraying us.
We walk in until we're about waist deep, then I start swimming around.
I look up and Harry's smiling down at me.
"What? I like to swim." I say.
He laughs and starts swimming right next to me.
Before I know it, we're in a splash war and then he disappears underneath the water.
"Harry?" I call out.
"Harry?" I try again.
That's when I feel a set of arms grab my waist and pull me underneath the water. When we both come back up, our lips are incredibly close.
"What did you do that for?" I ask.
"Because I wanted too." He smirks.
"You sneaky, sneaky guy." I say.
"I can be sneaky, and then again I can be romantic and fun." He says with a smile.
I laugh and smile at him.
Then something strange happens....
We start getting closer and closer to each other. Our lips connect and it almost feels as if my body is telling me he's the one.
I don't break the kiss, but soon it ends.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"It's alright. You know, I haven't let a guy kiss me in so long because of the whole flirting slash whistling thing." I say.
He smiles. "So I'm the exception?"
"Well, you haven't really flirted with me, or whistled at me." I say.
He smiles. "Well, then I'm going to give you a compliment..." He says.
"I'm all ears." I say.
"That bikini looks really good on you."
I giggle. "Thank you."
Our beach day also consists of lying on the beach relaxing, then kinda throwing a ball to each other, like, two player volleyball.
It's good day and I can't get Harrys lips out of my mind. In a strange way, I wish I could kiss them again....