“If everyone can now please board the boat. Make sure you have all your gear.” The lady announces into her mega phone.
How the hell did I get dragged into this? I thought I made it pretty clear that I don’t like snorkelling or the ocean. They all told me I can stay on the shore but that’s boring, so I gave in. It’s our second last day and I don’t want to waist a single moment.
“Come on baby.” Harry smirks while placing a hand on my back and leading me towards the boat.
He knows exactly that I don’t want to do this. I can see he’s secretly enjoying me being annoyed and I hate it.
“I hate you.” I blandly say while walking over to the white fishing boat. How are we all supposed to get in that? It does not look very safe.
“No, you don’t.” Harry laughs while looking over to me. My face is holding a pissed off look.
‘Don’t be so sour. You’re going to have fun.”
“No. No, I’m not.” I reply. I swear this snorkelling thing better be good. But If I die, I hope William, mum and Harry all know my death is on their hands.
We board the shabby boat and all take seats around the edges of it. We’re all dressed in wet suits and are all holding a pair of flippers and snorkels. Harry looks hilarious in his wet suit. But super-hot because he hasn’t zipped it up all the way and is letting the top part hang over his waist. He looks incredible.
I’m freaking out a little bit. I hate the ocean and now I have to swim in it. This is torture. I should probably not complain though because if I really didn’t want to do it I could’ve stayed on shore. But I want to make the most out of every moment left.
The boat motor roared and gurgled as we zoomed out into the middle of the Great Barrier Reef. This is supposed to be one of the best places to snorkel. The lady announced a few facts over the speaker on the boat. I didn’t really pay much attention. My eyes were mainly focused on the deep water and all the bad things that could possibly happen.
I turn around to Harry who is staring out into the ocean. He’s sitting up straight, next to me. His perfectly defined stomach and tattoos are on display.
Across from us sit 2 girls around Harry’s age. Their eyes were practically popping out of their head at the sight of Harry. One is brunette and the other is blonde. They both are beautiful, prettier than me. I can feel jealousy rising as they giggle and continue to stare at Harry. What am I invisible? Do I look like his younger sister or something? Actually, that could be a possibility I am a couple years younger than Harry. But not 5, so I still look as old as him, I think.
The girls are still gawking at Harry’s body. Could this boat ride be any longer? I glance over to Harry who I think is completely oblivious to the girls opposite us. I stare down at his body then back over to the other girls. That’s it.
“Harry, don’t you think you should zip your suit up. I think I heard the lady say we are nearly there.” I say glancing up at Harry and back down to his body.
“Why? Don’t you like the view?” Harry grins turning to me.
“I love it, just some other people are enjoying it too much.” I say glancing over to the girls opposite us who are still staring.
“No, need to be jealous baby.” Harry chuckles and looks over to the girls.
“Harry.” I warn. I don’t mean to sound like a jealous girlfriend. But I am. I don’t need some really pretty girls staring at MY boyfriend’s body.
“Okay, okay.” He says while standing up. He slowly zips up his wet suit, so none of his perfect body is showing.
“Better?” He smiles sitting back down next to me.
