The day at the beach was over and soon enough we were back on the boat. When Harry initially asked me to go to a club, I didn’t particularly want to go but there more I thought about it, the more I warmed to the idea.
I wouldn’t have to face Gemma after our argument; my parents would be left to take care of Jodie- which meant I could spend some time with Harry because the boat was docked in Corfu, so not a lot of people knew who One Direction were. I was excited; I had myself convinced that it was going to be a good night.
I would soon come to learn otherwise.
I looked over at Harry who despite the hot weather, was dressed in a white top which clung to his perfectly sculpted torso and of course; none other than his famous black skinny jeans- all complimented with his converse.
I had taken a different approach to dressing, and had decided on an outfit seemingly more appropriate for the climate we were in. I had chose to wear a floral crop top, along with denim shorts with a black laced pattern over them; and on my feet a simple pair of slinky black heels. Some may have described my outfit as being a bit ‘slutty’ and in all fairness it probably was, but I was on holiday, and if I couldn’t dress like that on holiday- I would never be able to.
I faced back to the mirror and fixed my hair. The familiar curly haired boy walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, his towering height allowed him to rest his chin on my head. His head then came down to my ear.
“You look beautiful” he hotly whispered, his curls tickling my neck as his lips moved against my ear- his movements causing an overpowering sensation to rush through my body
“You don’t look too bad yourself” I joked, trying to shake how he’d made me feel only seconds previously
“We’re going to have to do something about that attitude of yours” his voice was low and raspy, but this time his hand ran up the part of my stomach that was bare, his hand moved slowly; fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps “so soft” he whispered before moving underneath my top to feel my breast.
I flinched at his touch, it was evident he only had one thing on his mind. I gasped and moved away from him.
“Not now harry” I lashed out
“Oh…I’m sorry” the light from his eyes went; a look of disappointment now adorned his features. I began to feel guilty- I hadn’t meant to upset him
“No, look I’m sorry. You just shocked me, that’s all. We’ll do it later, okay?”
All of a sudden, as if magic, the smile reappeared on his face. “Promise?” he grinned
“Yes, I promise. Are we good now?” I asked, wanting to reassure that his feelings still weren’t hurt
“All good” he kissed my cheek
“Come on; if we want to get to that club, on time to meet Nathalie and Charlie we’d better go now” and with that we left
***
I was surrounded by sweaty people grinding against each other against to the heavy beat of the music. The music was so loud; I could literally feel the vibrations through my body.
Clubbing had never really been one of my favourite things to do, but once I’d had a few drinks down me- it didn’t seem so bad. Harry and I had been in the club for roughly half an hour, when Charlie and Nathalie actually arrived to the club. They had both found boys to ‘dance’ with in no time whatsoever- despite the fat Charlie was dancing with some one else- I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes were fixated with Harry; even though he was at the bar with me.
An hour or so later, I started to feel queasy and sick- and being at the club was doing nothing but giving me a headache. I simply couldn’t stay there any longer; if I had I would’ve almost certainly passed out.
“ARE YOU OKAY?” Harry shouted over the music
“NO, I FEEL REALLY SICK; I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE SHIP! ARE YOU COMING?” I replied
“NO, I’LL STAY HERE. I’LL SEE YOU LATER. FEEL BETTER SOON” he shouted as he downed yet another drink. I didn’t doubt that he’d be off his face when he returned.
***
I fumbled around in my bag in an attempt to find the key to open my cabin. It was then I realised, that Harry had the key. I then got my phone and proceeded to ring him. There was no answer. At the time I didn’t think anything of it. Nevertheless, it was 11:00 pm and I knew that Harry wouldn’t be home until the early hours of the morning- meaning I had nowhere to sleep.
Then it occurred to me, I could stay with Gemma-but that would mean I had to apologise; and that was something I was willing to do. She was my best friend, and I hated the fact we weren’t speaking to each other. I walked to her room and knocked on the door. She opened it, and began to close it once she saw me.
“Gemma, wait” I put my foot in the door
“What do you want?” she spat
“I’ve come to apologise” the door opened wider at my words
“So, you’ve broken up with Harry?”
“No, but-” she cut me off my attempting to shut the door, but once again my foot prevented her from doing so.
“Will you stop doing that!?” she shrieked
“Not until you listen to me” I pleaded
“Fine, and then will you go away?”
“If that’s what you want, then yes”
“Go on then” she encouraged me to start apologising
“Look, I’m sorry about earlier; but there’s just something between me and Harry that I can’t explain- and I know I got hurt before, but I promise that if he hurts me again- then you can say I told you so; and I won’t complain; I just hate you being mad at me Gem”
“I can say I told you so as many times as I like?” she grinned, and I knew I had been forgiven
“As many times as you like” I smiled
“Come here you muppet” she said as she pulled me into a hug
“Gem, can I stay here tonight? I’m sort of locked out”
“We’ll I suppose you’d better hadn’t you?” she released me from the hug
She leant me some clothes to sleep in, and gave me some tablets to make me feel better. We spent all night talking and laughing, and just being ourselves until we fell asleep.
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SO I'M NOT DEAD! So i know I haven't updated in ages; and to be perfectly honest I don't have an excuse other than utter laziness; however I decided it had been too long since I've updated so, here you go :) (not that anyone actually reads this hahah)
Thanks anyway,
Sarah x
p.s. just incase you want to see it, the link for Kayla's outfit will be in the comments
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Over Again *Harry Styles fanfiction*
FanfictionKayla and Harry broke up; however their families have been friends from the time they were little. So when they decide to take Kayla and Harry on a cruise; will their hatred grow stronger and push them over the edge, or will old sparks be rekindled?