Black Temptation

Chapter 46

The entire plane ride here, Harry kept reassuring me that he'd never let me go through that pain ever again. He was sorry for being so cold towards me.

That was two and a half weeks.

Mine was around 2 a half months. He owes me nothing. We sit and make small talk, have abrupt periods of loud sleeping, and share earbuds while we lip our shuffled tracks and we laugh when one doesn't quite understand the song they're listening to. (Note to self: Remind Harry that Demi Lovato's "putting my defenses up because I don't want to fall in love" is not "putting my defenses up because I don't want to fart out loud.") (p.s. Note to Self: I understand now that Harry has a tendency to gag after he messes up a song he claims to "not like." )

Now we're sitting in a cabana, private seaside, watching the ocean tide swallow the sand, then reject its taste again and again. Harry is on the phone, trying to get us into the party at the rooftop bar today. I'm blowing up a beach ball, occasionally eyeing a very shirtless Harry with ray bands hooked onto his swim shorts which do nothing in helping me keep my cool around his hanged shorts, lower torso. Hanged shorts=internal body spasms. Is it too early for a "DAMN! Styles?"

"What?" Harry speaks, hanging up the phone semi-angrily.

I shake my head and smile at my hands. Heat rising, I couldn't tell him that I missed the feel of our skins collapsing on one another or our exchanging of moans through an intense mesmerizing moment of pure bliss. That would be shallow, right?

"Nothing. I just, missed you." I speak. He rolls onto his side, hand helping to elevate his head. Running his other hand over my cheek and lips, he smiles.

"I've missed you too, Princess."

I breathe out, relieved at his input, when a great pressure takes over my stomach.

"Harry, what-?"

"Ssh," As he sits atop me, he trails his hand from my lips to the plunge my kaftan makes between my breasts. "I know what you're thinking, Kenz. You're not that hard to figure out."

"Oh and like you are?" I laugh, throwing the deflated beach ball on the sand.

"I don't wanna brag but-"

I play hit him in the chest.

"Ugh, you're squishing me!"

He laughs and peels me off the chair, puts me around his waist, and closes in on the ocean.

"What did they say?"

He clears his throat only to slap me with a Valley Girl impression.

"Um, I'm sorry, but like only friends of the hotel and like staff can actually enter into the party. But maybe if you, I don't know, like pay our 5,000 dollar entrance fee, we'll consider you."

"Consider??"

"Exactly. So I hung up in their faces. Fucking bitches-"

"Harry! Where are your manners?" I say, shocked.

"Oh sorry. I mean, greedy ass whores-"

Dying laughing, I can only hold on as we near the tide.

"What are you doing?" I question, apprehensive now that we're actually in the ocean, faced away from it. Not the fondest of deep waters, even though I can see the bottom. He doesn't answer. He switches me into bridal position and my sudden fears are confirmed.

"You wouldn't," I screech. He just smirks as we go farther and farther out into the ocean. "Harry, I swear I will mess you up if you do it.....AH!" I scream as the frigid water hits my stomach.

"Take a Xanax, Kenz. I'm not going to throw you in the water," a slight breath escapes my lips as relief trickles all over my body but knowing Harry, the end is never really the end. "I'm going to lunge you."

And in a single gasp, before I can tighten my grip, I'm propelled up, squealing as I sink into the deep blue of the Greecian waters. Terrified by my light weight-not feeling the bottom state, I keep my eyes open, enough to see the blue engulf me like a flame. Quickly, I'm out of air and shoot up like a buoy. When I surface, the faint cries of Harry's laughter beats the ringing that my earls initially hear. I move hair out of my face as I mouth a "f you" to him.

"You've should've seen your face!" He laughs.

"Heh heh heh very funny." I say, swimming to where I'm not ear deep in water. "I swear, you suck, Styles."

"Ooh, I'm so scared." He cups his mouth.

"Oh yeah. You should be because you don't know when I'm gonna strike. Because I will. But you don't know. Do you? No. Black ops. Stay down." I say, climbing onto my feet. "Oh, it's your ass Harry."

"I would like to see you try." He snarls.

"Oh really?" I say, splashing water on him. "You think I'm playing?" I splash him again. "You think this is a joke?" I scream, meeting him face to face, both wet and a little out of control. He breathes my air as I breathe his and we ignite each other like matches.

"Let the games begin."

I push him but he grabs me, lifts me into the air and over his shoulder as he spins us.

"Put me down!" I laugh. He falls into the water without warning. Gasping for air, I splash him again as I lunge around his neck.

"Fall!" I scream.

"Never!" He screams back, resisting my pull.

"Obey me!" I command.

"You're not my momma!" He says, trying to tear my fingers from his neck.

"Great! One word, episiotomy!"

He halts and looks at me in the eyes.

"My head's not that big." He whines.

"Big enough." I smirk.

"Oh heh heh heh heh-"

"Heh heh heh heh." I mock.

We tousle and turn, going back up to our chairs to get the pool noddles and slapping each other with them. We throw sand, tripping each other on the way. I have him in a head lock when the unthinkable happens.

"Oh shit..."

The strings of my bikini pop open and I have to quickly make the decision whether to kill my pride and let him go or tie myself to save the embarrassment of anyone finding out. My Django's Unchained slowly creep out of hiding and I have to pick the lesser poison.

I quickly let him go, trying to find the other string when Harry cracks his back, looking at me.

"Well, if it's that kind of party..." And suddenly his shorts are on the sand. His bare maximum in my face.

"Harry, we're in pube-lic -I mean public. Got dangit!"

He claps his hands in laughs. "Maybe I should do a little manscaping. I didn't know it was so distracting and it's a private beach in the 'pube-lic'," He smirks. "I'm not asking you to join me but not asking you to just stand there either."

He picks up his boxers, throwing them on my chest. I look over to see him already in the water. Fine by me. I strip and jiggle my way into the deep blue. I meet him, locking foreheads and I feel inseparable.

"You wanna see something cool?" Lifting my head, I stare interested. "It'll involve some swimming."

My face crumbles at the words.

"First tell me where and-"

"AHH, Pablo luk! Es a neighburs! Hola! Como esta ustedes? Mind if we join? Si? Okay!"