"You have officially lost your mind."
"Are you just now realizing it, baby?"
Your boyfriend's grin is so wide it's threatening to break his face as he is kicking his trusty Vans and socks off, stripping to his swimming trunks as you stand next to him in disbelief. Harry is about to jump into the ice cold water on the coast of Dublin, because he is insane, you're convinced.
But you still love him.
"Harry, why can't you just watch the water and not get into it?" you sigh, shaking your head at him as he pulls his shirt over his head.
"Where's the fun in that?" he spreads his arms. "You should come with me too!"
"I would never want to harm you, baby," he murmurs softly as he drops his clothes on top of his shoes. "Come on, just for a few minutes! It'll be fun!"
"I'm starting to realize your definition of fun is a lot different than mine."
"I know a way of having fun we both like," he grins, curling an arm around your waist as he pulls you against him, stealing a kiss. "Join me, please! I'll keep you warm, okay?" he begs, murmuring against your lips before peppering it with more tiny kisses.
"Harry, it's freezing cold. Your dick will fall off," you tell him, looking to the side at the blue water that stretches over the horizon.
"Then you can help me look for it!" he laughs. "Wouldn't want to lose my prick, right? We need that for later."
"My tits might fall off too," you tell him, now just taking the joke even further.
"I'm not letting that happen, I'll hold them and keep them safe," he says with a serious face, his hand sliding to your ribcage so his thumb can stroke the side of your breast. "Please, just for a few minutes!"
Sighing you furrow your eyebrows and look at the water again, then back at Harry. He is giving you those damn puppy eyes he knows you can't resist and you hate him for that.
"I swear to God if we get sick because of this, I'm breaking up with you," you warn him as you start to peel yourself out of your clothes.
"Don't threaten me, babe!" he grins as you hold onto his arm to keep your balance, getting rid of your shoes.
A minute later you're in your black matching underwear, you weren't planning to get in the water so you didn't dress accordingly, but it doesn't bother you much. Harry takes your hand as you get down to the water and you stop a few feet away from the edge, examining the clear blue water. Harry stands behind you, his arms wrapped around you from behind.
"It's alright, just don't think about the cold," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your naked shoulder.
"It's hard not to think about it when you're literally turning into an ice-cube."
"Don't be so dramatic," he chuckles, squeezing your hips. "Come on, let's just get over it."
He lets go of you and steps to the ladder that leads into the water. Moving around for a bit as if he was stretching, he focuses ahead of him before turning around and starting to climb down into the gentle waves.
You know him enough to see that he is shitting his pants. The look on his face would appear modest to anyone, but you can tell he is holding himself back not to scare you. Slowly he climbs down and pushes himself away from the ladder, gasping a bit as he tries to keep himself floating.
"Your turn, baby! Come on!" he calls out to you, but you're currently planning to just run up and get dressed.
"Your lips are turning blue!" you tell him, though it's a lie. For now.
"Because they need to be kissed!" he grins. "Don't make me wait!"
Sighing you walk over to the ladder and holding your breath you start climbing down. The moment the water touches your leg you gasp in shock, it's so cold it hurts.
"It'll get better, baby!" you hear Harry's voice and he swims closer so when you start getting lower he places a hand to your waist.
"Holy fucking shit I'm about to die," you squeak as you reach the end and now you're in the water up to your chin.
You hold onto Harry like a monkey, hoping to feel some heat from his body and he tries his best to keep the both of you floating.
"I've got you, don't worry," he grins, kissing the side of your head, but his voice is a bit shaky, so you know he is probably fighting for his life too, like you are.
"Tell me again why it's fun? Because I'm definitely not having fun," you stutter, tightening your hold around his neck with your arms.
"It'll be a nice memory," he chuckles.
You only stay for a couple more minutes before you give up and climb out of the water, using Harry's towel you dry yourself as much as you can before putting your clothes back on. He stays a little longer, makes friends with the other crazy dudes swimming around as if it was a spa before he decides he has had enough. By that point his lips are actually turning blue, but he just demands kisses and acts like it's nothing.
On the way back to the hotel you curl up against him on the backseat of the car, his skin still feels a bit cold, but you both have reached a better temperature.
"When we get back, do you want to check if my dick fell off?" he cheekily murmurs into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Mm, I think I can check it now," you hum, one hand sliding over his crotch. "Definitely still there," you giggle, earning a grunt from him when you squeeze it a little.
"Maybe I should check your tits too," he says in a low, seductive voice as his hand wanders up on your chest, cupping your breast shamelessly. "Yep, still there. But I think I have to make sure they are alright when we get back to the room."
"Sure," you chuckle. "Of course."
