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Do not read this if you have not finished Lethal. This is a one-shot specifically for the protagonists in that book.
Please note that this one-shot takes place roughly three years after "the honeymoon."
It is highly recommended that readers revisit the bonus chapter on Lethal and refresh their memory on what happens.
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Three years post-honeymoon, divulge into a short snippet from a beach day with Molly and Harry. Harry is met with the sand, the waves, and an unexpected surprise.
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Harry Styles
I ease into the beach towel beneath me, allowing the gentle morning breeze to flow lightly through each strand of my hair. With the salt water drying on my skin, I throw on a pair of shades and stare back at the ocean. The tide is low and the waves are light. The sand stretches for a few miles on either side of me and yet nobody else is here to enjoy such a gorgeous day.
Nobody except for Molly.
I look over at her. She's resting on her stomach with a light pink beach towel underneath her. Her white bikini draws my attention first, though. I reach my hand over, dragging my palm down her back while I lean my face over her shoulder, examining the book in her hands.
"C'mon, get in the water with me. Read later," I kiss her shoulder. The water from my hair drips onto her skin, causing her to look over at me.
"No way," Molly shakes her head, pushing my chest back softly. "I've got like two chapters left."
I dry my hand and reach over, snatching the book away, "Those two chapters can wait. They're more patient than I am."
"You're going to get the pages wet. Give it back," she reaches over, trying to grab the book.
I mark her page and then close it, tucking it in our tote bag. "See, I'm careful. Now come swim with me."
"Call Zayn. I'm sure he would," she teases with a grin.
"I spend enough time with him," I reason, standing up. I reach my hand out to pull her up and she takes it. Once she's on her feet, I hook my fingers around the bikini ties on her hips and I pull her into me. "I want to spend time with you, Mols."
"I know," she recognizes. She reaches her hand up, running it through my wet hair, "Y'know... I was thinking about dying my hair back blonde."
My mouth falls open. Is she okay?
"Where the hell did that come from?"
She's had her hair dyed red for over three years, since before we got married. Hell, her hair was dyed red before we moved out to Long Beach. That was a long time ago. I've gotten so used to the dark color. I love it.
Things have been good for us, since we moved to California. Niall and Sakura visit frequently. Zayn lives walking distance from us. We turned our spare bedroom into a library. My jewelry shop is doing very well. And our cats love every bit of it.
The life I have built with her is more than I could've ever asked for.
We've lived in our house for almost three years now and it's been filled with nothing but perfection and tranquility. Well, except for when Molly throws holiday parties and I'm stuck trying to calm her down while she frantically cleans every inch of the house.
Holiday parties hosted by Molly are brutal. The chores she makes me do have scarred me for the rest of my life, I swear.
"I don't know," Molly shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe it's time for me to dye it back, I guess."
