My Tourmaline

Chapter Eighteen

We got out the car, I pulled my dress down, and reached for Harry's hand. He took it, squeezed it tightly, and pulled me in closer to him so we were walking side by side. The rain had stopped thankfully, but the wind was pretty intense as we were near the sea. I squeezed myself tighter against Harry, the heat automatically fuelling my body. We walked to the end of the embankment, where decking led to the middle of the sea. The decking was lit up by fairy lights on the sides, like a sort of runway. He couldn't have done this, could he?

 

"Did you do this?! Fairy lights are my favourite!" I jumped for joy.

 

Harry looked down at me, and shook his hair with his free hand, swiping his mop of hair to the left of his head.

 

I looked up at him, and smiled, to then leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips. The kiss was slow, and meaningful. His warm, soft lips touched mine with such gentleness and precision, the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

 

"Lets not get carried away kiddo."

 

I chuckled slightly, and we walked down to the end of the decking, to my sight I now saw a huge, white yacht. Petals were near the end of the decking, leading inside the yacht. I couldn't believe my eyes. He had made this evening so special, I was ridiculously nervous and excited for what else he had in store for me. Harry stepped himself onto the boat, reaching out his hand for me to take. I carefully stepped between the decking and the yacht, squeezing Harry's hand tightly for security.

 

“Oh my god, is this yours?” How the HELL could he afford something like this?

 

“Kinda. Business owned, its used for social events to do with work, but lets just say I am in thick with the boss, so its ours for tonight.”

 

HOLY CRAP. So we were staying on the boat I assumed...

 

Harry led me down a little set of stairs, leading me to the downstairs area of the boat. We got inside, and it was like a tardis. This wasn't a massive yacht, yet the inside was decorated so modern and beautiful it made the insides colossal! A round leather sofa lined the outiside of the interior, a big flat screen television on the wall and a mini bar kitchen area was placed in the corner. Artwork was spread about the room, and various pretty plants here and there.

 

“Gorgeous huh?” Harry smirked, walking towards the mini bar area. “Drink?”

 

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I smirked, placing myself down on one of the high chairs in front of the bar facing Harry.

 

“Never!” Harry formed a sarcastic shocked face. “Cant deal with overly drunk girls. I've told you before it makes them vulnerable.”

 

“I am with you though, so even if I am a little tipsy, you are here to look after me are you not?”

 

Harry didn't reply, he just merely shrugged his shoulders and continued to pour a glass of what looked like very expensive champagne.