I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! (Harry Styles)

Chapter Six.

*Sarah's POV*

It turns out that they didn't need me to do anything. They just wanted me to take some hammocks into the camp. They were heavier than I anticipated so instead of carrying them, I dragged them.

"Guys!" I called as I returned back into the seating area, "I bring hammocks!"

Perrie let out a cheer "Yay hammocks!"

I looked over at the guys to see them on the gym equiptment. Well, Danny and Harry were, Alan was just trying to distract them.

Perrie nudged my arm and indicated for me to follow her.

I did and we ended up down by the pool.

"What's up?" I asked, taking a seat on one of the surrounding rocks.

Instead of replying, she just smirked at me.

"What?" I exclaimed, not really liking the way she was looking at me.

"You like Harry." she giggled, taking her top and shorts off before slipping into the water.

I gaped at her, "What? No!"

Yes! A little voice at the back of my head screamed.

She swam around a few times, "Yes you do. I can see it in the way you look at him. Not to mention that I saw you oggling his muscles at dinner last night."

I blushed and looked away. Did anybody else see it? Did he see it?!

As if she was reading my mind, Perrie answered, "Don't worry, nobody else saw."

I turned to face her, "You're scaring me now."

She giggled again and swam back over to me, "He looks at you the same way."

Rolling my eyes, I went to push her back but she managed to grab my wrist, pulling me into the lukewarm water fully clothed.

"Perrie!" I groaned, sending a splash of water her way.

She grinned at me, waggling her eyebrows as Harry came running down the little hill.

"Pool party!" he yelled, tugging off his clothes before cannonballing into the pool, sending waves of water crashing over Perrie and I.

I let out a scream as he grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me under the water, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I kicked my legs around in attempt to kick him and he finally let go, allowing me to swim back to the surface.

Harry followed shortly after, laughing as he came up.

"You idiot!" I hissed, hitting him lightly "I could have drowned!"

He laughed again, grabbing my hands to refrain me from hitting him. "Relax! I would have let you go before you drowned."

I hadn't realised that Perrie had gotten out until I saw her wink at me before heading up to camp.

When I returned my gaze to Harry, he was staring at me, his green eyes flicking between my eyes and lips.

Does he want to kiss me or do I have a bug on my face?

He let go of one of my hands and pushed some of my wet hair behind my ear.

My breathing hitched as his hand came to a rest on my cheek, pulling me in closer as his eyes closed, mine closing just as his lips touched mine. 

*At the studio with Ant and Dec*

"Oooh did you see that?" Ant gushed, fanning himself with his hands.

"I did indeed." Dec laughed. "Looks like there could be a bit of a camp romance blossom-what are you doing?" he asked, turning to his friend who was pretending to make out with himself.

"Guess who I am" Ant grinned, facing the camera.

"Sarah and Harry?" Dec guessed.

"Ding, ding, ding we have a winner!" the taller of the pair laughed, before turning back to the camera, "Now back to the camps and it was time for Perrie and Alan to go up against Michael and Helen for the celebrity chest. Here's how they got on," he turned back to Dec, "I have to admit I am a little bit jealous of Sarah. I mean, that's Harry Styles!"

*Sarah's POV*

That night as we were waiting for dinner to come, there was an announcement saying that there was going to be some sort of storm and that we should prepare to get wet.

All night, Harry and I had been sharing little glances to one another, quickly looking away when I accidently caught his eye.

"Hey the food's here!" I exclaimed, forgetting all about the damn storm and Mr Styles.

Harry stood up and unclipped the bag. Since he cooked so well last night, the rest of us had elected him to be the camp chef. He carried the bag over to his little surface area and began prepping.

Perrie nudged me with her arm, urging me to go help him again.

I sighed and got up, hearing her snicker behind me. Like last night, I approached him timidly but relaxed as he grinned up at me. "Need help?" I asked.

He nodded and pat the log next to him, allowing me to sit down.

"What do we have tonight?" I asked, leaning over to glance in the tucker bag.

He cleared his throat "Possum sausages." 

Sausages! I was absolutely starving that I would have eaten anything...except maybe a kangaroos testicle. "Do you want me to do anything?" I asked, picking up a carrot "I could chop these up again..."

He laughed "How about you be my official vegetable chopper?"

I grinned at him "I would like that very much" and I began chopping.

When it came to the garlic, i was stumped. I'm not much of a cook so I didn't actually know what to do with it.

"Are you going to chop it or are you just going to have a staring contest with it?" Harry laughed.

"I don't actually know what to do with it." I said nervously, messing with the knife.

He stood up and moved so he was behind me. His arms appeared at my sides and soon enough, he was holding my hands. "Basically" he said, his warm breath blowing against my exposed neck "You just move the knife back and forward like this" He began moving the knife in a kind of rocking motion, moving the garlic through it smoothly.

"Do chefs always stand this close when they're teaching?" I teased, turning to look at him.

He laughed, sending chills down my spine "Only when they're revealing culinary secrets."