Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 6

"Race you to the sand bar!" Louis yelled at me with unrelenting enthusiasm. It never ceased to amaze me how much energy the 21 year old held, he was so much younger when it came to fun. 

I grinned at him, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. I had been swimming sense I was 9, then at the age of 11, I had joined the silver team, which was the highest a middle schooler could accomplish. But I had also been awarded something that no other average 13 year old could hope to get. I had gotten the Gold team 2 years before it was allowed. Let's just say that I was a good swimmer. Actually I was a great swimmer. 

"You're so on" I said with an almost egotistical tone to my voice. I saw a flash of uneasiness flash through his eyes before the usual prideful glint returned. 

"Harry!" My backstabbing stomach did a flip at the sound of Harry's name. I heard splashing in the water as he came bounding over to Lou, throwing an arm around him in an entirely brotherly fashion. "Yes?" he asked with a sideways glance at me. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, I wrapped my arms around my waists, trying to appear smaller. 

"I need you to judge Ariella and I's race" Lou sing-songed, as he stretched his legs out and rolled his shoulders. I should be stretching but I was much to focused on the sexy boy with tattoo's all over his body and curly hair sticking to his forehead. Damn him and his distracting ways. 

Harry let out a laugh, which was adorable but sexy at the same time. "Alright, get ready you to" I planted my feet just a the ledge of the shallow sand. 

"Ready... Set..." "Wait!" I cried, Harry looked at me with an amused expression. "Are we doing the breaststroke or swimmer's?" Harry glanced at Louis for an answer, "Swimmer's I guess" I silently cheered, there was not a chance Louis was going to beat me now. 

"Okay" I said with a devious smirk. Alarm yet again flashed in Louis' eyes but he didn't let it stay. "Ready... Set... Go!" I dove into the water, folding my hands over one another while I rolled my shoulders, effortlessly gliding through the strong currented water. I felt so... alive. This was exactly what I had missed terribly. I didn't pay any attention to Louis though because that would distract me.  

As soon as my fingers brushed the sand of the sand bar, I gave one last hard kick before surfacing. I took a deep breath and wiped the salt out of my eyes, I felt a surge of pride course through me as I opened my eyes to find Louis still a good 5 feet from the sand bar. 

He broke the surface with a loud gasp and looked up at me with surprise. "I didn't know you could swim like that!" he said. I grinned at him, "You didn't ask" I chirped. He scowled at me as he swam back to the beach. When I reached the beach Harry grinned at gave me a high five, I slapped my hand against his but he caught my hand and intertwined our fingers. I felt my cheeks flush red and butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

I pulled my hand away, yet again I found myself flustered by my reaction. It was infuriating but I didn't want to admit that he was evoking feelings in me I didn't know existed. 

He smirked at my reaction and I turned around to see Louis looking at me with raised eye brows and a little impish grin on his face. I scowled at him but offered no explanation for my flushed cheeks and behavior. 

I turned and looked at Harry, I didn't want to admit it but I could live with the idea of kissing him, of dating him... of loving him.