Pearl Harbor |HS| *ON HOLD*

Chapter 5

Harold

"What's got you all smiling for huh?" A voice from beside me asks as I fuel up the planes.

I look and see Reece, he's an alright lad. I shrug, I like to keep to myself.

"He's got a date tonight with one of the nurses that stitched him up."

Dylan howls as he comes up behind us with more fuel. He winks at me before laughing at my glare.

"Alright! Nice job man! What's she like?" His blue eyes look at me with excitement.

He's the youngest of us all, 16. He wanted to help fight. At first the army was hesitant but with his brain skills, he made the team. He specializes in weapons and explosives.

I immediately stood up for him when a few of the guys started picking on him for his small size.

Ever since then I can't get him to leave me alone. I don't mind it too much though, he's a quite kid.

He may not have much muscle, but he has the brain of a rocket scientist.

"A real woman she is, beautiful and intelligent, very classy. I like it." She seems like a very modest, genuine woman, and the closer it gets to seven the more I feel giddy.

"Does she have a nice rac-" Reece starts but I whip my head up and cut him off.

"Shut it."

He looks scared and apologizes before scurrying off. Dylan stifles a laugh beside me.

"Its six thirty man, how about you go ahead on and I'll take over from here?" He smiles and walks over to me.

"Are you sure?" I ask, handing him the fuel case.

"Positive. Anything to get my boy some action." He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Its not like that." I groan as I grab the keys to my Jeep and head off, yelling a good bye to Dylan.

The sun is slowly setting, the sky a orange and pink color.

I pull up to the hospital and get out, walking up to the front steps.

I check my appearance in the reflection of the window, seeing a bush of roses next to it.

I grab one and carefully pull it off.

I hear the door open and tiny foot steps around the side.

I smooth back my hair and relax my shoulders, I walk over and see her looking around.

God she's breathtaking, I say to myself, don't mess this up.

"Waiting for someone?" I cheekily ask, laughing quietly when she jumps and swings around to face me.

"You scared me!" She laughs putting a hand over her heart. "I was beginning to think you stood me up."

She smirks as she climbs into the Jeep as I hold the door open for her.

"Never." I hand her the rose and she smiles.

"For me?" She studies it before looking up at me as I get in.

I put the gear into drive and I smile at her.

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl."

"Thank you." She whispers, hiding her face behind her hair.

All though I can't see her face, I know she's smiling.

We pull up to a hut called "Coconut shack", literally, I help her step down out of the jeep.

We walk up to the bar and we sit down on two stools.

I look at her and see her gaze fixed on the beach and the tide, watching it roll in.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She asks, turning to face me with a smile.

She looks like an angel, right here, in this lighting, with her dark hair fanned out around her shoulders.

I stare in awe.

"Yes, very beautiful." And I don't just mean the beach.

The man asks for our order and I order a coke, she orders a coconut vanilla milkshake.

"Have you ever been here before?" I ask, striking up a conversation.

"No, I haven't actually. Its nice though." She smiles up at me, I notice her slightly shiver.

"Are you cold?" I ask, taking off my thick, dark green bomber jacket.

"Oh no it's alright, then you'll be cold." She declines softly, shaking her head.

"Please," I insist with a smile, putting it over her shoulders.

"Thank you." She relaxes into it and smiles at me. Her lipstick makes me want to lean in and kiss her.

"How are you feeling?" She asks looking down at my stomach, the waiter puts our drinks down and she says a thank you.

"Good, I feel like I'm brand new." I take a sip of my coke and watch her try her milk shake.

She hums and takes another long sip closing her eyes.

"Is it good?" I ask, smiling like a fool.

She nodes eagerly and asks if I want to try.

"Ill take your word for it, I'm not really a milk shake type of guy." I shrug.

She cocks her head to the side and smiles at me, "Then why would you ask me to get a milk shake with you if you don't even like milk shakes?"

"Because I like you, and thought maybe you would like one." I smile.

"Well Mr. Styles, lucky for you, I adore a good shake every once in a while." She grins, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"I feel very lucky indeed, I'm on a date with a beautiful woman who saved my life."

"Date?" Her doe eyes widen.

I chuckle and lean closer.

"Yes, if that's alright with you?" I ask, watching her cheeks turn a light pink.

Her eyes meet mine and she shyly leans in, waiting for my next move.

I notice some whip cream on the top of her lips, I smirk and whisper just before our lips meet,

"You've got something right there." I use my thumb to wipe it, her eyes close at the touch.

I lean back and stick my thumb in my mouth, letting the cream explore my taste buds.

Her eyes open and she quickly recollects herself.

I pay for our drinks and we walk back to my Jeep in silence.