Pearl Harbor |HS| *ON HOLD*

Chapter 7

Evelyn

He invaded my every thought.

I would manage to focus for a minute and then he would slowly make his way back in.

Was it his smile? Or simply the fact I enjoyed his presence? Whatever it was, I craved it more and more as the hours passed.

I was walking up my steps, I slid my key into the lock and opened up the white door.

I closed it behind me and locked it, I went straight to freshing up.

I slipped into a white dress that ends right above my knees that flares around me, I pull my dark blue coat over my shoulders.

I put on a pair of sandals, wiggling my red painted toes that match my nails.

I look into the mirror and brush my wavy, long hair behind my shoulders, tucking my bangs back.

I grab my light pink blush and apply a very little amount to my cheeks, after I apply mascara.

I reach for my dark wine colored lipstick and apply it to my lips.

I pick up my perfume and spray some over my chest and around my body.

The sweet floral smell fills the room.

"I've got this, nothing to worry about." I tell myself, trying to control my nerves.

A loud knock makes me jump and I look in the mirror one last time before running to the door.

"Coming!" I yell as I grab my purse and put it over my shoulder.

I take a deep breath and smile, opening the door I'm met by dark green eyes and a shy smile.

"Hello Evelyn." Harold says, his lips curving into a bright grin and I see his white teeth.

"Good afternoon, how are you today?" I ask mirroring his smile.

I turn and lock the door as he responds with a "good thank you, and yours?".

He sticks his arm out and I hook my left one in his right one as we walk to his Jeep.

"Busy, Very busy. I'm glad it's Friday." I lightly laugh, I can't wait to get to sleep in tomorrow. I could moan at the thought.

"So am I, thank you for spending your Friday with me." He opens my door for me and I get in.

He reaches across and buckles me in.

"You know, I'm more than capable of doing it myself." I smile at his flushed face.

"Right." He nods and nervously laughs, I watch him walk around and get in the driver seat.

"So Mr. Styles, where do you plan on taking me tonight?" I ask looking at him.

His eyes meets mine as he starts up the Jeep, a boyish grin takes over.

"Somewhere wet and sandy. Not very far." He hints, and I look at him in confusion.

We pull into a parking lot and I look out in front of us and smile at the view.

The sun is starting to set and I watch the waves roll in and out.

I step out after opening the door, Harold stops in front of me once he reaches my side.

"That was my job." He pouts and I laugh.

"I'm the man, I'm supposed to get your door. My father would scold me if he saw I let a beautiful lady like you open the door for yourself."

"Sorry." I laugh and walk towards the beach.

"Ill be there in a second!" I hear him shout, I nod looking back at him.

I take off my sandals and walk towards the water. I stop once the tide reaches my feet.

The cool water washes over them and I close my eyes. Feeling the warm salty air blow across my face.

Soon the weather will turn cold and I won't be able to enjoy this.

I turn around and head back, seeing a blanket and basket set down on the sand.

He pushes his short hair back off his forehead, his arms flexing as he does.

He wares a white T-shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dark blue jeans rolled up at the ankles, his feet bare.

I set my sandals down next to his boots, sitting down myself on the plaid blanket.

He looks up at me and smiles, I shyly look down after smiling back.

"I made us some food and packed us a bottle of champagne." He smiles, getting out two glasses.

"You are able to drink, yes?" He asks, his eyes widening. I realize that we don't know much about each other.

"Um, technically no, but only by a year." I nervously laugh, playing with my fingers in my lap.

"It'll be our little secret." He smiles and hands me a glass, I take a sip. The taste sweet and tart at the same time.

"How old are you?" I ask looking at him sitting next to me.

"I'm twenty-five." He says, laying back on his elbows looking up at me.

"I turn twenty-six in January, the 17th." He smiles. I smile back.

"I was born in June, June 3rd." I say and lay back beside him.

It goes on for an hour us asking each other things and telling each other stories about growing up and our lives.

I laugh at the story of him running around with his mothers bra on his head as she chased him in a towel.

"She was so mad, but she couldn't help but laugh once she caught me." He smiles at the memory.

"Are you two close?" I ask, drinking the last bit of my fourth glass of champagne. I feel a bit dizzy.

He looks down at his empty glass and frown, he bites his lip and looks up at the darkening sky.

"Yes, we were." He sadly smiles, rolling his head to look at me from the side.

"Were?" I quietly ask. I roll onto my left side and scoot closer to him.

My knees bent, my arm supporting my head as I look at him.

"She died when I was ten." He whispers.

He looks away from me and looks up at the sky. The stars shining bright.

"I never shared that with anyone before." He frowns.

"I'm sorry." My right hand slowly touches his arm, my hand finding his.
I gently stroke my thumb over his knuckles.

"Are you hungry?" He asks looking over at me. Changing the subject.

"No thank you, that peanut butter sandwich and grapes filled me. You're an amazing cook." I tease him, his lips break into a smile.

"Thank you, I tried my best." He chuckles and rolls to face me, our noses inches apart.

I look into his eyes and smile. His eyes more captivating than the stars shining above us.