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HARRY'S POV

My want for him has always been strong. But right now, at this moment I find it really hard to control my need for the boy.

My heart is beating quickly and I feel his soft lips kiss against my neck.

I know we can't do anything. It's way too soon and we're in public but I can feel the mutual craving we share. We both know it's there.
And the only thing I want is to give in to it.. but I can't. Not yet.

Im happy when he speaks, distracting us from each other but also can't help feeling  disappointed..

"You know, there's clay in the water.."
His voice is soft and a bit hoarse..

I hum as an answer.

"What's up with clay?" I ask when he doesn't say anything after that..

LOUIS' POV

"I heard It's good for your skin.."

He laughs at me but crouches down..
I join him.

I put my hands in the water, first rolling up my sleeves..

He does the same and let's his hands rest in the cold water.. shaking them a bit..
Making the water wrinkle.

I dig a bit and find the mudish clay, my mom once showed me when I was younger.. when I came here for the first time.

I grab some of it and spread it along my arms..
Its cold and kind of refreshing..

I grab some more and lay it in Harry's hands.. he gives me a weird look and looks like he doesn't know what to do with it..

"Jesus Haz, it's just clay" I laugh.

He gives me a small smile joined with blushy cheeks.

I see his eyes glisten and his face grow back confidence while looking a bit suspicious..

Before I can react I feel clay slam right in my face..

I wipe it off, in shock and raise my eyebrows at him, making a warning face.

"Ohohhhoh, you're so gonna pay for this Harold!.." i yell while grabbing some more and running after him..
I catch him and rub it all over his shirt, getting some on his arms and neck..

He looks me, astonished and squats down to pick up more, in his own hands..

I quickly run away as far as I can, seeing how much clay he can fit in those huge hands of his..

I don't make it far tho, cause he catches me, my back now pressed to his chest.
Rubbing the clay all over my torso.
I fall back a bit letting my body rest against his, cathing our breath.

I make him think that it's over and his heartbeat slows down a bit just when I drag him down.

Making sure to not hit his head on a rock I push him down into the low standing water..
Our pants both soaking wet and our clothes full of clay..

I'm on top of him, leaning over, breathing rapidly while straddling his hips.

He tries to get out of my grip, but doesn't succeed and I smirk at him..

He looks beaten and I bend down to give him a kiss.

Instead of his beautiful soft lips on mine I find water splashed all over my face.
I open my eyes and I see him smiling as bright as someone can.

"Yeah, I deserved that I guess" I say, laughing.

He pulls me down by the colar of my shirt and connect his lips to mine.
I run my hands trough his wet hair and let them knot into it..

We kiss for a bit, not daring to move as this moment is perfect.

I stand up and I reach for his hand, he grabs it and I pull him up..

His chest being visible trough the now sheer fabric of his soaked shirt.

I can see a few of his butterfly tattoo again, the one I saw when he was with me, wronging on the geography task..

I strongly relate to it, feeling just that in my own stomach.

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🎶..I'm gonna pay for this🎶

🎶Nobody can drag me downnnnn🎶

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