Overboard

Chapter Seven

*Harry's P.O.V*

I watched as Niall and the girl that had rescued us wandered around a bend on the island and disappeared out of view. It was a beautiful coincidence that she'd been the one to jump in after us with the life boat that saved us, because she was the girl Niall had been all googly eyed over at dinner the night before he went overboard. I still couldn't believe that had happened, that we'd been drunk enough and stupid enough to stand on the platform where there was only a thin rail to keep us on board and dance on it.

Louis cleared his throat beside me and I looked over at him and couldn't help but smile, he looked so beautiful even coated in sand with messy hair and tired eyes. His lips twitched and he slowly rose to his feet and I followed, dusting off my backside in the process.

"How did we get up here?" Louis asked, looking down at the life boat and the surrounding area.

I bit back a smile and took my boyfriend's hand in mine, squeezing it gently.

"We washed up and the sun was just peeking, I'd woken up hours before and the life boat was deflating, not fast but fast enough to scare the crap out of me so I took off my shoes and used them to paddle because I saw a dark line on the horizon. None of you woke up, and so I carried Niall up here first and put him under that tree, then the girl, then you and the life boat. I lay you on the boat and made sure you were okay before I lay down beside you," I explained.

"You got us here and carried us? Babe," Louis gasped, pulling me into his small frame and hugging me tightly.

I chuckled and hugged him back, rubbing small circles in his back. It was strange being so much bigger than him, seeing as he was three years my senior, but it was adorable and I loved picking at him about it, he got so defensive and his nose would twitch. God, he was just so glorious.

"I love you Hazz," he breathed, pressing his lips to my neck.

"I love you too, Lou," I grinned, grazing my teeth over his earlobe and making him shiver in my arms.

"Hello!" a sudden scream cut through our intimate moment.

"Niall?" Louis called back, his voice painfully loud in my ear.

"Ah," I winced, pulling away from my smirking boyfriend.

"Sorry Hazz, I should have pulled out of the hug before yelling," he laughed.

"I'll get you Lou, you better watch your  

back," I said darkly, giving him my best glare and trying hard to fight the smile that was threatening to slip onto my lips.

"No you won't, you love me too much," he told me, pulling me closer to him by my scruffy collar.

I rolled my eyes but didn't argue, because he was right. My hands braced themselves on his hips and I tugged him closer so his body was pressed firmly against mine before pressing my lips against his. He smiled into the kiss as my hands moved down to grip his backside firmly, which always left him gasping for air.

He pulled back, his breath coming in short gasps, and I smirked, pleased with myself.

"You really want to do it on a sandy, cold, wet and deflated life boat on a deserted island where we could be caught at any moment by Niall?" he asked, his eyebrows arched.

"Why not?" I retorted.

Louis caught his bottom lip under his teeth and looked up at me through his thick lashes and I felt my stomach turn to mush.

"I don't have a solid reason not to," he whispered.

A smile spread across my lips and I hooked my hands under Louis's thighs, lifting him off the unstable sand so his legs could wrap around my waist. He grinned and pressed his lips against mine again, but this time he didn't hold back.