Destined To Be

Chapter 16

"Do you want ice cream?" Harr asks as he points to an ice cream parlour on the other side of the road.

"Yeah, sure." I reply.

Harry nods his head and we wait for the red light to turn green.

Currently, I'm sitting on a red Vespa, on the back, while Harry drives. We both have helmets on and I'm sweating like hell. It's humid as we are close to the sea, but at the same time it looks like it's going to rain. The dark cloudy sky look absolutely beautiful. The blue cotten short shorts and this white tee isn't really helping. Harry is dressing in a black tank top and beige cotton shorts.

"Hang on." Harry warns as the light turns green. Harry revs up the accelerator and we move forward. He then takes a U-turn and parks right in front of the ice cream parlour.

He gets off the vespa and I shift forward holding the handle-bar.

He rolls his eyes and I giggle, "You promised!"

"I can't let you drive" he says as he takes off his helmet and I do the same. I look at his face and his hair is sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. I never got to admire his short hair. It isn't buzzcut...but it isn't as long as they were before. He looks handsome nonetheless.

"You don't trust me?" I ask, as I bat my eyelashes innocently at him, making him roll his eyes again.

"Not happening." he grumbles and I pout.

"Which flavour do you want?" he asks, ignoring my pleas.

"Butterscotch." I reply without even thinking.

"Okay." he turns around and walks into the parlour.

I feel a bit better now. The panic attack did take a toll on me, it just came out of nowhere. When I got up though, Harry was by my side. Like he always has been. He silently laid down next to me and run his fingers through my hair. We stayed there for like an hour or so. Just him and me, lying next to each other, with no words being uttered.

Around noon, Harry had ordered room service. He ordered some sandwiches and chicken wings, which we ate while watching a random episode of friends.

Half an hour later, we both agreed to get some fresh air and decided to rent a bike and just go out for a ride.

I don't know what would I do without this man. I love him and yet I can't be with him. This dilemma is gonna be the death of me. To be so close and yet far away is complete torture. I know it's eating him too.

"There you go." he breaks my trail of thoughts as he hands me my cone of butterscotch.

"What did you take?" I ask as I take the first lick of my yummy ice cream.

"Chocolate mint." he replies as he does the same.

"Urgh, the worst flavour ever." I tease and he gives me a fake shocked expression.

"I beg to differ." he says as he takes another lick. My eyes fixate on his mouth. The way his tongue licks around the the cone is making me feel.... Turned on?

God! What is wrong with me? In less than 24 hours I've been through an emotional roller-coaster ride. From horny, to panic attacks and back to being horny.

This isn't healthy.

I shake my head and focus on my melting ice cream as I lick around the edges.

"So...umm....do you want to go to the yacht?" Harry asks timorously.

"They're already on it?" I ask as I face palm. I completely forgot about the others.

Harry chuckles, "What happened?"