Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 19

"I don't own a swimsuit," I tell Harry, his finger tracing me as I lay in the sand.

"You can go in your underwear," he smiles, my lips releasing a laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"You can wear a tank top or something. I know you're hesitant," he whispers, brushing his fingers against my stomach to which I lightly tense at.

My hand grabs his and pushes it off, but he moves his body over mine. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he reminds me, lifting the tank top up again. He crawls down and kisses the scars again, my breathing calming as he whispers how beautiful I am.

"Now, take off these shorts and come into the water with me," he whispers, kissing my cheek and pushing himself up. He pulls his shirt off, his body flexing in the most beautiful way. Watching him swim for a minute before pulling his hair out of the bun makes my heart beat quickly, his muscular arm present as he runs his hand through the currently wet curls.

"You coming?" he yells, my body getting up. I climb onto the pier and he smiles up at me.

"Look at you," he smiles, whistling as I unbutton my shorts.

"Don't look," I flush, his head shaking.

"Nope. You're too good-looking to look away from," he winks, my eyes rolling.

My bottom lip is taken between my teeth, mentally debating if I should take the tank top off. Harry's seen me, plus we'll be in water so it won't be that visible.

"Harry, will you catch me?" I ask, his body swimming over to me.

"I'm right here. I'll catch you," he assures, my feet coming to the edge of the pier. Before I jump, I pull the tank top off and jump. My eyes are closed and I put all my faith in him, desperately afraid I'll drown without him. But two hands catch and lift my waist, my lips releasing a sigh of relief.

"You alright?" he asks, my head nodding.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he smiles, kissing my cheek.

"You have great taste in under garments," he whispers, my cheeks blushing.

"You look smoking hot," he smiles, my lips curving.

"So do you," I tell him, his bright smile charming. I don't know what I'd do without him right now. I've missed him so much; I was too afraid to admit it.

"Are you more comfortable with me?" he asks, my eyes meeting his.

"Yeah. More than anyone," I admit, his hand tightening on my waist.

When I think about it, he's opened me up so easily in such a short amount of time. It's been two full months together and I had originally assumed it would have taken at least six months to really understand how to explain my life to someone. In depth, that is.

"Have you thought about doing anything with me?" he asks, my forehead leaning closer to his.

"What do you mean?" I wonder, in the dark about this. We do practically everything together.

"In an intimate way?" he asks, my hands grabbing his shoulders to stabilize myself. Is he saying he wants to go further?

"You want sex," I say, his head shaking. He takes my upset expression and start kissing my cheeks.

"No, no. That's not what I asked. I'm curious to know what you think on it," he says, my lips parting. It still worries me he needs sex, wanting what he once was able to have but can't because I'm not ready.

"I-I don't know. That's a lot of commitment," I tell him, his green eyes looking at me.

"There's other stuff too, you know," he whispers, my eyebrows frowning.