Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 28

A/N: I re-did this chapter for all of you :) tired to get it done as quickly as possible so I'm sorry in advance for some of the errors!)

*Harry's P.O.V.*

My eyes shot open and my breath began to quicken. Sweat circled my forehead and my eyes had grown watery. Kylie shifted in her sleep next to me and I quickly replayed the strange nightmare that had just occurred to me. The plane; the island; losing everyone; what was that all about? I was thankful to have Kylie sleeping right next to me and to be back inside the resort room. 

"What's wrong," Kylie's eyes remained closed but she must have noticed me.

"Nothing, love. Just a nightmare." I stated. She brought me into her and I immediately felt safe and warm by her touch. I stroked her hair with my hand and eventually drifted back to sleep.

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"Get up, Harold," Kylie threw some clothes at me and my eyes squinted as they tried to adjust to the light that had now opened from the window. I sleepily sat up and took in my surroundings. Kylie had changed and her hair had been placed into a clean, braid that fell at her side. I stood up, in nothing but my boxers which I had managed to find, and walked over to where the clothes had fallen. Kylie's eyes left the magazine she was reading and roamed over by toned chest and fit body. I smirked at coughed so she could get out of the trance I had put her in. She blushed immensely as I went to go slid on the t-shirt and khakis. 

After I had changed into my clothes, and brushed my teeth, I exit the washroom and noticed that Kylie wasn't in our room anymore. Anthea and Zayn were watching television from our couch. I went over to greet them and Anthea wore a smirk on her pink lips.

"Nice sex hair," she acknowledged. Zayn hushed Anthea but I could still see him trying to break into a smirk as well.

"I'll be in the shower," I awkwardly walked away, back into the washroom and stripped down into nothing so the warm water would touch and cleanse my skin.

What Anthea said, still replayed in my mind. She was right, in fact. Last night, had been the most amazing night of my life, thanks to Kylie. We came back into our room and she finally told me she was ready.

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Kylie and I had bought a movie to watch on the resort's television and we had settled on Warm Bodies. It was pretty good but Kylie was still sobbing from when Dave Franco died because she loved the Franco brothers. I noticed Kylie glancing at the clock every couple minutes and I soon got concerned.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She shook her head and continued to watch the movie.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," she smiled weakly. 

"Something's wrong, Kyles. Tell me," I stated sternly. I muted the television because the movie would be soon ending anyway's. 

"Why do you keep staring at the clock?" I asked.

"Well it's just that...I want to enjoy every minute of the rest of this vacation because it has been so amazing, spending it with you and all our friends," she smiled.

"So why are you sad?" I asked.

"I'm not sad, I just hate leaving," she picked carelessly at her nails. Then, a thought had sprung into my mind. What if we didn't have to leave? What if we stay!

"We don't have to go, Kylie!" I stated cheerfully.

"What? Of course we have to!" Kylie laughed.