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Jealousy F.Z. Part 3 H.S.

Getting to James beach house was the easy part, finding the sea dos proved to be a bit more difficult then I could remember it ever being. Walking up the path to the house brought back some insane memories. From being incredibly mortal to being the sober one cleaning up the vomit. All those memories had one thing in common; late night talks on the beach and the cafe for breakfast before passing out well into the afternoon the rest of our mates.

I look over at Harry who seemed to be reminiscing in his mind as well. We seem to have been doing that all day.  It was one fond memory after another bring smiles back to our faces, and laughter in our voices. It seems like I have thousands of memories with this kid. It is no wonder I have been holding on to him all this time.

All those times we would pass each other in a convent store just checking in on each other would always be just enough for me to hold on a little longer. Right after I would tell myself Harry and I didn't even have a friendship anymore, so what is the use. I always thought that I was holding on to something pointless, how could Harry Styles of all people have any feels for me. No matter how much I was told other wise I just couldn't force myself to believe in it; to me it was false hope.

To look forward to something that has a strong chance of not happening and you may or may not know it.

I always knew I had no chance with him, so why let others feed into my own false hope? But, was it really false hope all these years? Or did he just now start to want to go on a date with me? Why did he even ask me go on a date in the first place? More importantly did I nod yes, or was I just dreaming all of this up?

I pull myself from my thoughts went I notice that we had made our way on the pier, yet the sea dos were no where in site. We both look at each other and shrug the only other place they could be was the shed. Yet, once we make our way there; nothing.

"They already have them."

"No shit Styles."

"Alright sassy," he grins over at me. A grin that could be seen on only on his soft pink lips but also within his eyes. "Come on lets go meet back with our prick group of friends. Remind me why have we always been friends with them?"

I shrug my shoulders as Harry reaches is hand for mine lacing our fingers together, as we make our way back to our friends.

Once we made it back to our friends the first thing I see (Y/BF/N) eyes do is dart to Harry and mines inter locked fingers. Even through her sunnies I can see her eyes light up with joy, even though she doesn't know what all has happened, yet. I look over to the water and see James and another one of the lads racing to the shore on the sea dos.

"Bloody Hell," Harry yells at them as they make their way to us. "What the fuck mate?"

"Sorry you to were taking so long we wanted to ride." James smirks. "Alright Styles, what do you say," he looks over at the sea dos a smirk still plastered on his face. "Race? Bet you still don't got it."

"You're on mate."

Harry leans down pecking my check, before racing off to the water throwing his shirt in the process. I giggle watching him run off as I feel (Y/BF/N) tug my wrist as hard as she can causing me to fall on my arse next to her. Her eyes are bugging out of her head, her face turning redder by the second as she cerpeses a scream.

I let her stay that way for a few moments before she boils over screaming in excitement. Her scream came out more as a high pitch squeal causing everyone on the beach to turn our way. When Harry and James turn around to make sure we were alright before taking off into the ocean. I glare at her which only causes her to giggle like a school girl.