farfalla

XX.

12:45 PM

I belonged to him. Did I hear him right? Did I want him to say that so that's what I heard?

Ever since that evening on the beach, I had been asking myself if it had really happened. I could still feel Harry's lips resonate on mine when he planted themselves on my own. Had it all been real that night? Had he touched me? He had to of, I held onto the feeling of his fingers trailing down my back. I reminisced in the memory that had been so unexpected at the moment.

I hadn't expected Harry to come to me the way he did. I didn't expect him to listen or even respond to my deep thoughts connecting my life to the oceans. Everything that had happened on the beach had been completely unexpected to me and maybe that's the best part about it. He surprised me by showing me he had a caring bone in his body.

Never have either of us spoken a word about it since it happened though. I didn't even know how to begin to bring it up in all honesty, how did you start a conversation with a topic like that?

"Want to go out and surf?" I sat on the bar stool with my head in the palm of my hand. I was dying of boredom and the waves outside were calling out to me.

"Surfing?" Harry questioned taking a sip of water looking at me with an arched brow. My eyes drawing to his lips as he spoke in that melody stricken voice. My feelings towards Harry were increasing and causing me to notice things a normal person would overlook.

"Yeah, come on I'll teach you." I bit my bottom lip while trailing my eyes back up to Harry's. They still held so much mystery to me.

"You teach me? Princess, I could out surf you any day of the week. I don't need a little girl teaching me something I already know." Something like this would normally cause an argument because of the name he referred to me as but I dismissed it. Recently Harry and I had been on decent terms and I didn't want to ruin that.

"So then show me," I smirked getting up from my bar stool and waltzing over to Harry challengingly. This was my strategy to get him to do something I wanted, come and step into my world for a minute. I wanted to show him what fun looked like since he didn't seem to understand the concept.

"You're really annoying," Harry said flatly rolling his eyes before heading out of the kitchen and down the hall to where his room sat. I would only be kidding myself if I didn't say I wasn't excited to see him shirtless again. My heart fluttered at the mere image in my mind.

"I know." I smiled brightly knowing that he couldn't see. Rushing up the stairs I scrambled to find the best swimsuit out of the three I had to choose from. Although I had three, Harry had already seen me in one which meant I only really had two options.

Holding up the hanger with the black leather looking one I pursed my lips. Tapping my foot, I lifted the other one up next to it it was a white coloring that complimented my tanned skin. Huffing when I couldn't rely on looking alone I began to strip down and try on the black bikini first.

Sticking out my bottom and trying to pose like some Victoria's Secret angel I soon scrunched up my nose knowing that it just wasn't working. Opting for the white bikini I slipped it on and began to model for a good 2 minutes before deciding that it was my best option. Taking my hair down from the bun it had been in previously I watch my long stands fall down my back into tousled waves that had been made from the bun. Shaking my hair out I smiled into the mirror and came down the stairs to meet Harry who wore a pair of black shades.

"I could have written a best selling novel in the time it took you to put two articles of clothing on," Harry commented turning to the door that leads out to the garage.