Chances (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 18

(okay, so this is a really short chapter. it's more of a filler. I have a few announcements. I have a song out which will be on itunes next week. The link is below. Also, I make video edits on vine now (@chilllharry). I think that's it. enjoy! I love you -emily xx)

(here's the link to my song: https://soundcloud.com/popriotmusic/emily-k-something-new )

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Chapter 18

HARRY’S POV

            I woke up to the sun shining through the patio door. The clock on the wall read that is was close to noon. Catherine was nestled into my chest, her small hands grasping my shirt. I smiled as I admired her beauty. I stirred gently, trying to wake her up.

            “Good morning, beautiful,” I said softly. Her eyes fluttered open.

            “Morning,” she said sleepily. “What time is it?”

            “Almost noon,” I said sitting up.

            “Are we going to the beach today?” she asked with a hopeful smile that resembled a child.

            “We can do whatever you want to, babe,” I said pulling her closer. She smiled and kissed me softly, her hands on my face.

            “I’ll go change!” she said hopping off of the bed and making her way into the bathroom.

CATHERINE’S POV

            I loved waking up to Harry. I couldn’t wait to spend the day relaxing with him. No distractions. I changed into a light blue bikini, throwing a tank top and swim shorts over it. I washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. I threw my wavy hair into a bun since it was going to get sandy and salty from our day at the beach. Harry was now changed into black trunks and had a black baseball hat that sat backwards on his head.

            “Ready?” I asked grabbing my sunglasses and sun screen out of my bag.

            “Yep! There are towels in the hallway closet.”

            “Okay, can you carry them?”

            “Sure,” he said wrapping his arm around my waist. He grabbed the towels, and we headed to the beach.

            “It’s so nice out today,” I said lying back on my towel.

            “Are you not going in the water?” Harry asked pouting like a child.

            “I will later, babe,” I said smiling.

            “No,” he whined. I laughed and gave in. He took my hands to help me off of the towel.

            “Before anything, sun screen,” I said squeezing a little into the palm of my hand.

            “I don’t need any, but you do,” he said smiling.

            “Wouldn’t you like to help,” I said smiling. He smiled, scooping the lotion out of my hand and rubbing it on my back. Once I was ready, Harry and I raced to the water. He won, but when I caught up, he lifted me with his arms around my waist and spun me around before letting me back into the water.

            After playing in the water and laughing with Harry for a couple more hours, we decided to go make lunch back at the house. I was surprised to find that I actually got a tan rather than a burn. I changed into a tank top and denim shorts.

            “What do you want for lunch, babe?” Harry called from downstairs in the kitchen.

            “Whatever you want to do is fine!” I called back. I ran down the stairs to see Harry cooking. “What are you making?”

            “Spaghetti, is that okay?” he said smiling at me.

            “Perfect,” I said kissing his cheek and hopping onto the counter, my feet hanging off.

            “So, I want to take you out tonight,” he said concentrating on dumping the sauce into the pot.

            “Where to?”

            “It’s a surprise,” he said smirking at me.

            “Fine,” I said hopping off of the counter. I wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing the back of his shoulder as he cooked. He laughed lightly and finished cooking. We sat on the white couch in the living room, my legs across Harry’s lap as we ate.

            “What should I wear tonight?”

            “Nothing dressy. You can wear whatever you want to,” he said sitting our plates on the table next to the couch. He laid me down on the couch so that he was hovering over me.

            “Can I help you?” I said smiling, taking in his beautiful eyes up close.

            “Maybe,” he said smiling before kissing me softly. His lips were soft and perfect against mine. I couldn’t help but feel that maybe I love him. Do I love him? What does that mean? What does that feel like? He brought his hand to my cheek, and a wave of electricity washed over my body. Is that what it felt like? Harry pulled away and stared into my eyes, his dimples across his face.

            “I could kiss you all day,” he whispered.

            “I wouldn’t mind,” I said smiling. He kissed my nose and got off of the couch.

            A few hours passed before it was time to go to wherever Harry was taking me. We watched movies to pass the time, but none of them were really spent being watched. I went upstairs to take a shower to rid my body of the salt and sand that still lingered from the beach. While Harry was in the shower, I changed into a see through white crochet tank top with black shorts and my black Vans.

            Harry came out of the bathroom wearing a gray t-shirt with the sleeves rolled that showed his many tattoos on his arms. He was wearing black shorts that rolled to his knee. His hair still looked a little wet, but it was pushed back like it always was.

            “Are you ready?” he said smiling.

            “Yep!” I said taking his hand. He lead me out the front door, and instead of getting into the car, he took me to the beach.