"You want me to what?" Luz asked Harry skeptically.
Harry sighed in mock exasperation and lay down next to where Luz was stretched out on a towel in the sand. "When we're in London next month, me and a couple of friends usually get together for a game of football. You should join us."
Luz was touched that Harry was including her in something between him and his friends, but Harry was always the first person to tell her to take it easy with physical activity, so she wasn't sure why he was insisting on her playing some small game, even if it was just among friends.
She looked over at her boyfriend, noticing that he was a little too still, a little too nonchalant as he stretched out in the sun beside her. There was something Harry wasn't telling her.
"Alright, what is it?" Luz asked, rolling over onto her stomach so she could look at him better.
Harry pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head. "What do you mean?"
"There's something more to it that you're not telling me, I just don't know what it is yet."
He leaned over and kissed her, his lips salty from swimming in the ocean minutes before. "Can't I just want to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend and introduce her to some of my friends?"
"Hm, you could," Luz mused, settling her head in the crook of his arm, her hand coming up to idly touch where his pearls usually were. Harry had taken them off to go swimming earlier, realizing it was probably safer to keep them in the house while he ducked and tumbled under waves. "But that's not why you're asking me."
She felt him kiss the top of her ocean-tangled hair. "Why do you know me so well?"
Luz hummed, satisfied that she had been right. "You're not a very difficult person to read, Harry."
Harry was quiet for a few moments after that, enjoying the silence around them. They'd been living in their new house for almost a year now, but Harry had to be in London next month to shoot some movie he'd been casted in. Luz was surprised when he told her about wanting to be a part of this project, not realizing that he had an interest in acting. She supported him all the same, knowing that he would be amazing in whatever he put his heart into.
"So there's this team we play that always beats us," Harry started, but that was all he needed to say for her to understand.
"Ah, so you need me to help you win." Luz sat up so she could grin down at Harry. She wasn't beyond hustling, she just wanted to hear him say it.
"Well now I don't want to ask you, looking all smug like that," Harry said, his eyes taking Luz in from this angle. She was in a vibrant red bathing suit that complimented her skin perfectly, and from the way she was leaning over him, she was giving him the perfect view too.
Luz could feel the way he was looking at her, taking her body in in full. She didn't mind, though, she'd worn this bathing suit for a reason. Grinning, she shrugged and stood up.
"That's okay. My hip has been bothering me anyway, so," she said over her shoulder, her voice trailing off. Luz continued walking towards the ocean, not needing to look back to know Harry's eyes were on her.
Before she could even take another step, Harry was there and scooping Luz up into his arms, running them both into the water. When Harry was about waist-deep, he dropped Luz into the water unceremoniously.
Luz popped back up gasping for air at being dropped so suddenly, but she had grown up around rowdy brothers and was pulling Harry down with her in an instant.
They stayed in the water, splashing each other and sharing salt water kisses under the sun until it started to set and the water became a little too cold. Wrapped in a towel together, Luz rested her head on Harry's shoulder and watched as the sun sank below the horizon.
