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A Night on the Beach

"Don't you love how the way the moonlight shines upon the ocean...?"

April 3, 2012

The Los Angeles Private Beach

"Do you remember what happened the last time we went swimming together?" Harry smirked at me and let out a drunk laugh.

"Which time? The time when you accused me or the time when you tried to kiss me?" I giggled and he approached me.

"Maybe both..." He grabbed my hips and brought me deeper into the water, the freezing ocean chilling my shoulders, "You look so beautiful in this moonlight, Miss Greene."

"Don't flatter me," I blushed, "Flatter your eyes." I put my hands on his cheeks and he flushed, "They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Harry."

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Anastasia." He lifted my chin up and kissed me softly. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me farther into him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he ran his hands up my neck, making me shudder. He pushed his warm tongue into my cold mouth, and chill bumps grew all over my skin. He slid it over mine many times, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Uh, this is the most I've ever wanted you, Ana. I have got to take you," he groaned on my neck, and I nodded my head.

He pulled my hips from his and smoothly pulled me back, filling me.

"Wait, are you sure you want me to do this? Do you want this too?" He asked and I nodded my head, and I felt my naked body becoming numb from the water.

He grabbed my hips and grunted after he slowly began to push in and out of me. It was slow, and I put my head on his shoulder, whimpering in his ear.

"Yes, Ana. I want you to feel me..." he muttered on my forehead as he moved faster.

The heat of our bodies made me go insane and I instantly felt warmer. He slowed down, but he kept moving, as if the water was freezing him too. I pulled my legs tighter around him and he put his hands on my thighs.

He began to kiss my collarbone, and I pulled my fingers through his hair. He moved sloppier and I groaned loudly; the sensation was fantastic.

"Yes," I moaned and he lolled his head back, making me rest mine on his chest.

"Fuck.. Ana... I love you so much." He groaned desperately and finally slowed down and came to a complete stop. He pulled out of me, but then he connected his hips back to mine and hugged me tightly, "God, I love you so much."

"I love you," I muttered on his shoulder and he hugged me tighter.

When he released me, I stood up straight and sunk down into the water. When I came back above it, Harry was nowhere to be found.

"Here," he came walking up to the water with my underwear and his t-shirt. I smiled and walked out of the water, making him tense, "Dammit woman, I'm going to have to take you all over again."

I smiled and slipped my underwear on, ignoring the fact that my body is soaking wet. When I slipped his t-shirt on, I realized that he had slipped his underwear on.

"Walk with me?" He suggested and I nodded my head, smiling.

He locked fingers with me and we began to walk down the shore, "So... If you don't mind me asking... Why did Penelope call you, earlier?"

"Penelope called me?" He seemed shocked and disgusted, "She probably called me to chew me out like my mother did because I was on TV with a beautiful woman." He kissed my temple and I flushed.

We walked in silence for a moment and he squeezed my hand tighter. We began to walk slower, and then he came to a complete stop and faced the ocean.

It was beautiful; the moonlight's reflection on the water. It was breathtaking.

"Marry me," I heard Harry whisper and I nearly dropped dead.

"What?" I looked at him and he took my hand in both of his.

"Marry me, Anastasia Greene." He smiled and I took a deep breath.

"I can't." I pursed my lips and he swallowed, "I want to, God do I want to. But not yet." I shook my head and he relaxed a little.

"When?" he asked, and we continued to walk.

"When I'm legal, and when you divorce Penelope." I sighed and he scoffed.

"Your birthday is in January, so I guess I can wait until then. But you hate Penelope's guts, and you still want me to get married to her?" He was beginning to get a little antsy, "Why in the world do you want that?"

"Because you deserve someone like her Harry." I stopped walking and he faced me.

"What do you mean 'someone like her'? What's wrong with you?" Now he was angry. Angry with me? Or the question?

"Everything," I smiled and he frowned, "Well for starters, I am too young for you. Your friend Niall pointed that out very clearly. Second, I am not pretty enough for you. Third, like Penelope said, I am not good enough for you. I have too many flaws that you aren't able to see."

"Anastasia. Step into reality baby. I've seen your flaws, I know your age. But do you honestly think I give a shit about that? I love you bébé, no matter your imperfections and your age. I don't care about any of that." He smiled and I began to cry.

"But I do. You deserve a perfect woman, not some dumb seventeen-year-old brat who everyone thinks is using you for your goddamned money when really I don't give a shit about. I am not good enough for you. You're rich, I'm uptight. Your proper, I'm immature as hell. How is it that you think I'm meant for you?" My tears wouldn't stop.

"We're different. That's what makes us perfect." He put his hands on my shoulders and I looked down.

"No, that's what makes you perfect Harry. Not me. I'm not meant to be perfect, and I never will be. But you, you're perfect. You've got everything." I shook my head and started to walk back to the apartment.

"You know what makes me special? I only have one extra quality that no one else has Anastasia. Do you know what that is?" I would stop walking and he followed after me.

"Loads of money?" I suggested, and tried to wipe my tears away but failed.

Then he grabbed my hand and I looked at him, "I have you, Anastasia."