What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 6 - 'yoυ ѕмell lιĸe υnιcorn rocĸѕ.'

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YOOOOO MY HOMIES! Hehehe.. here is CHAPTER 6!!! Now, this is important...

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VERY MATURE CONTENT... SO BEWARE ;)

Yup, just had to let that be known. :)

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KK, Love you all HOMIES!! <3

P.S. - One of my friends read this chapter before I published it and she sent me a gif trying to explain how she felt throughout the entire chapter. It's on the side XD.

P.P.S. - This chapter was 15 pages in Word.... Yer welcome :3

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~Isabelle~

"Oh. My. God. HOLE IN ONE!" I shout excitedly, jumping up and down and looking over to Harry. He laughs loudly at my reaction. I would never have thought that getting a hole in one was possible on the 'rotating fan hole' as I like to call it; the hole I had noted previously. Yet apparently, it is.

I gleefully skip over to pick my ball up out of the hole and walk back over to where Harry is standing. "Beat that." I whisper in his ear.

"I will." He says back haughtily, getting himself positioned to make his shot. He watches the rotating fan, debating when to shoot his ball. I snicker into my hand at his utter concentration. He glares playfully back at me. "Quiet on the green."

I put my hands up in surrender, a small smile still on my face. He turns his attention back to the fan and very lightly, he taps his ball towards it. We both watch in silence as the ball nears the obstacle, Harry sucking in a breath.

Before Harry can get excited, the fans' blade whacks the ball off to the side and away from the first hole. I burst into laughter at his expression. It's caught between disappointment and surprise. He turns and scowls at me, but I can't stop the laughter.

He stalks towards me, a playful glint in his eyes as I continuously back up, still laughing. I'm forced to stop when my back hits one of the many supporting beams in the large space. "Just because you're winning doesn't mean you have to laugh every time I do worse than you." Harry says, his chest now centimeters from mine.

"Awww, is Harry upset?" I say in a baby voice.

He lowers his face, a smirk now playing on his lips. "Upset? Noooo, never." He says, his right arm rising to rest on the beam right above my head.

"It's ok, you don't have to lie." I say winking, the top half of my body arching up to be able to look him in the eyes. "You know," I whisper and glance around superstitiously, "I can teach you how to be better." I say, teasing.

He raises his eyebrows, his left hand settling on my right hip. "Oh, really?" He whispers seductively. "I think I actually might enjoy that."

I push aside the butterfly tornado in my stomach and focus back on him. His eyes glance down to my lips. "Isabelle?" He questions, his gaze returning to mine.

"Yeah?" I say breathily, my pulse accelerating tremendously.

"I really want to kiss you." He says, his eyes zeroing back in on my lips.

I laugh, my head falling to the side a bit. Once I regain my composure, I press my hands to his chest and gently slide them up to encircle his neck. "Then grow a pair and do it." I say, giggling.