The boy really did have his mind set on swimming with the dolphins. Can you imagine the millennia of germs swimming with him? They're going to attach themselves onto your epidermis and murder you.
He swam to surface and hoisted himself on the corner of the aquarium. "Are you jealous yet, Curly?" He teased. "That you are already thirty percent away from dying?" I retaliated. He shook his head disbelievingly."They have to keep the aquariums sanitary so that the dolphins would be healthy." He said. "I thought SeaWorld being an absolute disgrace of a marine life sanctuary was our common denominator." I said, disappointedly. "Well, if you're swimming with the dolphins, things tend to bend just a little bit." He said. "Come on. Put on that damn suit and hop in. One day your children will ask, 'Dad, what else have you done aside from telling people that everything is fucking stupid?' then you can prove them wrong by saying you went swimming with the dolphins." I sighed and I could tell he did as well. Seeing that I cannot be persuaded, he jumped back into the water and I could see him patting the dolphins.
God, if only this boy wasn't this beautiful.
If it's even possible to hate SeaWorld even more, their shower room is the most horrible shower room in the history of shower rooms. It smells like they haven't cleaned it since the dolphins first swam here. The smell of fish reeked and I hope it didn't rub off on me.
The diving suit fits alright and when I came out the boy was already anticipating me with a stupid smile on his face. "You better feel pleased." I grumbled. "I am very much pleased." He answered. Before I could even prepare myself for the water, the boy pulled my foot and I landed into the germ-infested water with a splash. I had to stop myself from vomiting because I ended up swallowing at least a glass of it. Fuck.
"You had me jumping out of a spinning Ferris wheel, dying on a rollercoaster and now I'm swimming with bacteria. You put me on edge." I said. He smiled. "That's the idea, isn't it?"
We swam around with the dolphins for at least an hour or so. The germs bothered me less. I guess I'd have to shower in bleach when I get home, unless Wes would be doing that to me himself.
I hoisted myself out of the water and so did the other boy. We headed towards the shower room and the test of how long I could hold my breath without fainting begins. At least they had hot showers, which was very mandatory. I need to rid of all the germs. The boy handed me a towel and dried myself. I dressed myself back into my tuxedo but I stepped out of the shower room because it was getting too humid for me.
I heard a gasp and I realized that my back was exposed. I quickly turned even though hiding it wouldn't change anything. "I—" He began. Please, please, don't bring it up. His gaze falls on my torso and before I could give that a thought, he smiled. "I didn't realize you had tattoos." He said as I put on my polo. I sighed in relief. "Men in tuxedos can get inked." I said a bit defensively. "Yeah, you just didn't strike me as that kind of guy. I thought you were the tattoo-less kill joy who absolutely despised germs. I guess you are quite the character, Harry Styles." Me. That's my name. Harry Styles. He said my name.
"Hey, how about we go to one last place before we head on our different ways?"
Different ways. I don't even remember us having different ways. I don't want to think about it. After my rendezvous tonight, reality will come knocking on my door later in the morning. It's hard to think that this boy and I have never been anything before this night. Hell, I don't even know his name up to this point. We may have bickered for almost half of the time we've spent together but no one has ever made me feel alive just as he did. Peter Pan and Neverland, they were just fairy tales and this blue eyed boy with brown hair and the mouth of a sailor is the person who made fairy tales second best despite his many tattoos and the cigar in his hands that he never lit.
"I'd go anywhere. As long as it's with you."
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Peter Pan and The Lost Boy ➸ louisandharry
Fanfikce"A tuxedo? In a club? Were you left at the altar or something?" He teased. "That's an interesting theory but no." I replied. "Then what is a man in a fine ass tuxedo doing in a club?" He asked. "To feel alive." He looked at me, curiosity clearly pee...
