Allure (ENG)

Chapter 32 - Emily

The early morning sun wakes me. I am disoriented, but then I remember I am on a beach. On a beach in a sleeping bag, next to Harry. I look at him and bite my lip when I think back to last night. My mind goes back to Harry being here with other girls, but I have decided to not let those thoughts back in. There's enough going on in my mind already.

I sit up and stretch myself. Never in a million years would I have thought that sleeping on a beach could be comfortable, but it wasn't that bad.

"Morning," I hear softly next to me. My lips curl up slightly at his husky voice. I look over and stare right into his eyes as he sits up. The sleeping bag falls down to his hips, but it doesn't remain there. He throws it off of him and rests his arms on his bent legs. We sit like this in silence, enjoying the moment and the waves before us. The waves that grant both of us some peace.

"Harry," I say softly. He looks at me and his eyes burn into mine. The eyes in which I could drown. The eyes I could stare into for hours, days, months. I swallow away my nerves. This is not a topic I want to raise, but we need to talk about this. I can't keep postponing this. In two days I will be on a plane back to the Netherlands. "What happens when I go back?"

Harry averts his eyes from mine. "In my mind you're not leaving, but you're staying here."

"But I am leaving, Harry. In two days." He shakes his head.

"I'm in denial."

"What are we going to do when I'm in the Netherlands and you're here?" Harry looks back at me and I try to search his eyes for something that will reassure me. Something that makes me less sad. Something that tells me he doesn't want this to end. Something that tells me he feels the same way I do. I don't see that something, which causes the lingering tears to surface.

"Don't," Harry says. "Don't think about it."

"Will we stay in touch or does all of this end?" I squeeze out as a tear rolls down my cheek. I quickly brush it away in hopes Harry didn't see it. I avert my eyes and stare at the water in front of us. The water that will seperate us as soon as I get on that plane.

I feel Harry's hand on my leg, but I don't dare look up at him. My eyes remain focussed on the water. I feel his other arm wrap around me and how he softly pulls me towards him. He places a kiss in my hair. My eyes close when more tears escape.

"I don't want to leave, Harry," I whisper. I hesitantly look at him in hopes I will get some reassurance.

"I don't want you to leave either." His words provide me with that something I couldn't see in his eyes, that something that sparks a bit of hope within me that this will work out. Harry's hand leaves my leg and moves to my cheek. I close my eyes as his face turns towards me. His thumb brushes away my tears. When I slowly open my eyes again, he lovingly looks at me and it lightens my mood.

"We do need to talk about this," I say softly.

"But not now." Harry presses his lips softly onto mine. "Now we will enjoy the sun... " he gives me another kiss. "the landscape..." Another kiss, "the nature..." and then another kiss on my lips before he says "and each other."

With every touch of his lips on mine I feel my worries slowly eb away and suppressing my thoughts. I turn my body to his and wrap my arms around him. This is what I want, to be with him.

When later we're back on the bike, I rest my head against him. It feels as if we're the only two on the island and it feels good. I don't need anyone else. Now, at this moment, I am where I want to be, with him.

We drive through Mallorca's nature. I have no idea where he is taking me, but I gladly surrender myself to him. So far he has only shown me beautiful places.