All My Love

Chapter 86

I grab a few chocolate covered strawberries and banana slices from the fridge that were left over from last night and set them on a paper plate. When I walk into Harry's room, I hear the shower shut off, telling me that he's done with that. I let myself on his bed, sitting on my calves, perkily eating a strawberry. Steam evaporates in his cold bedroom once the bathroom door opens and Harry walks out with dripping hair, glossy skin, and a wrapped towel around his hips.

"What are you all happy about?" Harry looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he makes his way over to his dresser.

"I'm eating chocolate covered fruit while staring at my disgustingly beautiful, naked and wet, boyfriend. Why wouldn't I be happy?" I say, licking my lips after taking a bite of a large juicy strawberry.

"I'm not naked." Harry shoots a smirk, nodding down at his towel that's covering his manhood and I feel my cheeks become warm as I take a bite of fruit. Suddenly, his towel drops to the floor and I swallow the chewed food hard, keeping my eyes up at his. A soft chuckle falls off his pink lips and he takes out a pair of briefs, pulling them up his long legs.

"Hurry up, stop trying to distract me! We have things to do!" I shoo at him and he picks up the fallen towel.

"Like what? I told you I didn't want anything special for today." Harry tells me, ruffling his hair with the towel before slinging it over his shoulder and placing his hands on his hips.

"Just get dressed." I say and he walks over to me, picking up a banana slice and popping it into his mouth.

"You're bossy." Harry playfully squints before walking over to his closest slowly while looking back at me.

"Wear something nice." I add as he picks up a regular plain black tee.

"Anything else? Should I wear nice dress pants too? Maybe even a little tiara?" Harry looks back at me with raised eyebrows, setting the hanger back on the pole.

"Okay, smart ass. Pick a nice shirt, please." I playfully roll my eyes and he hesitates between a nice white button up and pink feathered one.

"What are you planning Becca?" He says, taking the white button up off the hanger and bringing it to his shoulders. "I don't want to be mad at you today."

"We're going out for breakfast, well like more of a brunch, but yeah." I say, clicking the home button on my phone to look at the time.

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"Why are we here at the docks?" Harry asks, squeezing my hand as he looks out at the small little sail boats we pass. It's a bit windy out today and I smile every time he groans when he has to push his hair back away from his face. The shirt he's wearing is nice, a little wrinkled towards the bottom, but still nice enough for this eventful day we're going to have. I can't help but be excited, it's finally a day where it's not filled with sleeping in so long and going to some stuffy house party. It's something I've been planning since the second week of January. Thanks to Harry's father, the party tonight will be extra special. His father insisted that he'll handle the expenses but I had to pitch in somehow. How a yacht got involved, I have no idea, but it was his idea, not mine.

The farther we walk, the bigger the boats get. Eventually we pass a few yachts and Harry immediately comes to a halt when he realizes what we're doing. The sound of his boots no longer click against the tough wood and I let out of his hand, taking a few steps backwards as the wind makes my hair dance around.

"Absolutely not Rebecca." Harry shakes his head no. "This is way too fucking much." He yells over the wind and soft waves underneath us. I look back over my shoulder at the yacht Harry's father has rented us and look back at him, pushing hair behind my ears. I snug on my jean jacket and walk up to him, grabbing his hand.