Finding Yourself

chapter 62

Me and Harry collected our luggage from the conveyer belt and made our way to a taxi which took us to our villa. The roads were long and straight, nothing like in England. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue and the sun was shining. Hannah would of loved this.

Once we got to where we were staying I couldn't quite believe it. Our villa was huge with a pool outside.

Harry gave some money to the taxi driver and climbed out to the boot to get the suitcases. The taxi driver gave me the change and grinned.

"Your boyfriend must be fond of you to bring you here!"

I opened my door and smiled weakly at him. "Yeah."

Harry waved at the driver from the back so he could see him in his wing mirror and then he sped off, leaving me and Harry staring at the villa infront of us.

"Are you sure we're at the right place?" I said quietly.

Harry pulled a key from his back pocket and shrugged. "I guess we'll find out."

We wheeled the cases to the door and Harry put the key in the lock, he turned it slowly and the door clicked. We stepped inside and it was honestly beautiful. Big open rooms, tall glass windows, a bed big enough to fit me, Harry and the rest of America in it!

I shook my head, my mouth slightly open. "I can't believe she book this, its-"

"Its perfect." Harry finished.

I nodded and he hugged me, kissing my forehead.

It was already 9pm here but back home it only would of been 4pm so we wasn't tired. We took the cases into our temporary bedroom and attempted to unpack a little... well we hung up our clothes and thats about it. Harry picked out my hot pink bikini and tossed it on the bed.

"Lets go outside." He grinned while pulling his tshirt over his head.

I pushed open the tall patio doors and the sun hadn't completly disappeared yet. Harry gathered me up in his arms and jumped straight into the pool, laughing as we came to the surface again.

"Harry!" I squeeled.

Our feet where moving gently, brushing against eachother to keep us from sinking and one of Harrys arms was around my waist. What was left of the sun was refecting on the water and it looked perfect. Everything was perfect. I couldn't believe we was here. It was just me and Harry in our own villa, no one knowing anything about me or him or us, thousands of miles away from home. That comforted me, knowing we could have two weeks away from everything, just me and him together. It still hurt me knowing that this holiday was meant for me and Hannah to do something we've wanted to do for 5 years but I shouldn't keep thinking that way. No matter how many times I wished for her to come back, it would never work.

"Are you okay baby?" Harry said, snapping me back from my thoughts.

"Yeah." I grinned. "I'm fine."

I swam from his grip and splashed him, giggling at the water dripping from his hair. He ran his fingers through it, making it effortlessly swoop to one side. He looked so hot and that almost distracted me from moving as he came lunging towards me. I jumped backwards and swam as fast as I could, laughing and trying not to swallow any of the water. Harry was catching up fast, his long legs propelling him towards me.

"Gotcha." He rushed, pulling me into his chest.

He stepped away again and splashed 2x more water over me than I did to him, his large hands clapping against the water.

I gasped and watched as the droplets of water fell from my eyelashes. Harry came close to me and wiped the water from my face, laughing loud, showing his dimples with his eyes glowing. I couldn't help but smile.

"You're beautiful Melanie." He smiled. "Always thought it and always will."

I flushed the colour of my bikini and Harry laughed.

"Why don't you ever accept my compliments Melanie?" He said, putting his arms around me. The water was shallower now so we could stand on the ground.

"I don't know." I said, hiding my face in his neck.

"Well you should." He pouted.

We stayed like that for a while, our arms wrapped around one another and the water pooling around our bodies until I broke the silence.

"I feel bad." I whispered.

He moved his head so he was looking at me and furrowed his brow.

"Why? What about?"

"Being here." I sighed. "Hannah always promised we'd come here together and we got so close to it and she's gone." I swallowed hard. "I just feel bad because I'm enjoying myself already and I feel like I shouldn't. I don't want it to look like I've forgotten about her because I haven't and I never would."

"Oh baby..." Harry said, kissing my forehead. "If Hannah could speak to you right now she'd tell you to stop being silly and enjoy youself! If she didn't want you to come here without her, she wouldn't of told you about it and I know you haven't forgot about her. I wouldn't ever think that. We only have 14 days here Melanie... What would Hannah say if she knew you was spending it feeling sad?"

"She'd call me an idiot and tell me to stop caring about what other people think of me and do something for myself for once. She told me that often but I never did it... I guess I cared too much." I sighed.

Harry lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist, making me feel weightless in the water. I rested my hands on his shoulders and he kissed my lips.

"It looks like you've already got your answer." He smiled. "Please have fun Melanie, I don't want to see you upset anymore than Hannah does."

I nodded my head. He was right, of course. I only had 14 days here and I had to love it and live it as much as I could, not only for myself but for Hannah too. I had to be her eyes and ears now... although I did hope she could somehow see this for herself. Maybe she's looking down on me right now... I hope she was.

Me and Harry started to get wrinkly from the water so we went back inside. There was a champagne bottle on the table with two glasses so Harry popped the cork and poured the bubbles into each of them.

"To Hannah." He said raising his glass.

I couldn't help but smile. I raised my glass too, making them clink together and we took a long swig. It tasted delicious, better than anything I've ever tasted before. So crisp and refreshing.

Harry nodded his head in appriciation and scooped me up, hooking one of his arms under both of my legs and his other hand, supporting my back. I squeeled and managed to put my glass back on the table without spilling any.

"Are you tired?" He grinned, walking towards the bedroom.

"Nu-uh."

"Correct answer." He whispered kissing the end of my nose.

He placed my feet back on the floor and quickly romoved all of the cases from the bed before taking off his shorts. My eyes raked up and down his tattooed body. The body I loved so very much. He stepped towards me and untied the bow on my back, making my bikini top fall to the floor. Harry licked his lips at the sight and pulled me close to him, our bodies pressed against eachother. We fell back onto the bed, laughing when we realised it was a bigger drop than we thought. From there, Harry swiped my bikini bottoms from my body and burried himself into me.

I took a sharp breath in, not expecting him yet but quickly got used to his touch. I laced my fingers through his still damp curls and we were lost in one another instantly, in a whirlwind of moans and groans and pure pleasure. Sex with Harry was always incredible and I'd be lying if I said I didn't crave it as much as he did.

That's what we did all night; got lost in eachother until we couldn't move and quite frankly, I had nothing to complain about. I was liking this holiday. I was liking this holiday alot.