Some Fairytales Aren't Fair | l.s.

Nice To Meet You

Harry hadn't had a relaxing bath in quite a time and he was thoroughly enjoying it. In addition to the perfect scent of candles and bath salts that filled him with bliss in the lukewarm water, he had the most wonderful view of the beach outside. When he got to know about the hotel's complimentary bathing arrangements, he was quite unsure about letting strangers arrange his bathtub. But it was totally worth it.

So now, here he was with an unfinished glass of Chateau Lafite in one hand, gazing at the sunset of Seychelles while soft music played in the background and this was the closest one could ever get to heaven, he thought.

There wasn't much crowd on the beach which Harry thought was because the holiday season wasn't in full flow yet. The island wasn't very crowded anyway. That was the main reason he chose it. He could be himself, even if for a while, without the paps and fans.

He loved his fans dearly. He loved that they loved him so much and he couldn't be more grateful but the ways they chose to meet him were quite worrisome. One time, a bunch of teenagers dressed as hotel staff to meet him in New York and ended up damaging hotel property. It was only a good thing that they didn't harm themselves in the process. Harry wasn't sure how to react to that.

After more than what seemed like an eternity, Harry got out of the shower and thought of taking a walk down the beach.

As he reached the hotel lobby, he could see the beach past the huge glass doors. He could see there were only a few people on the beach. A few couples, two kids running around, a girl dancing alone. Her flowy white dress moved with the wind as she slowly danced to the beat and all Harry could make out was that she was barefoot, alone and the song was really slow. She doesn't care about people watching her, he thought. And to be honest, it was brave of her. Harry could never do that. 

And suddenly, he was curious. Whenever he sees people doing what he'd chicken out of, he wants to know how they do it. He liked to get to know people who are nothing like him. And so he wanted to go and introduce himself but couldn't risk being recognized. But if he was going to live here for a while, he is going to get recognized a bit, it is only fair, right?

As he was making his way towards the girl, his eyes widened at what he saw next.

The girl was trying to twirl when she twisted her foot and boom, to the ground. It didn't look that bad but now that she was sitting down, caressing her ankle, you couldn't say the same about the after-effects. And now, he just wanted to help her.

As he stepped outside, a cold breeze hit his still moist skin and he felt like he could stay here forever. On his way, he spotted a little beach cafe and that's where the music was playing. She must've tried to call someone but the music was a little loud at this part, Harry thought.

It was a cosy, little space where a few wooden tables and chairs were arranged outside the cooking area. It reminded him of that high school party where he got piss drunk and kissed Nick, a good friend. And it would've been a drunken mistake except Harry remembered it the next day and he remembered liking it. And eventually, he figured out that he was bisexual.

After walking a bit farther, he spotted the girl still sitting there, admiring the waves. She kept glancing here and there hoping to find someone but there was only a couple who seemed a little too busy making out.

"Hey", Harry managed to slip out as he approached her.

She was beautiful, Harry thought as the girl turned around. Her brown skin matched the shade of her tiara, which was a new detail to her appearance now that she was right in front of him. She wore a soft smile as her light brown eyes scanned his face with curiosity.