Unconditional - A Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 3

Harry coughs to break the silence. Our bodies are still a few centimetres away. He takes one of my petite hands into his and looks down at them.

“Wow, your hands are so tiny” He tells me. I can’t think of a reply so I just let out a giggle in response. “Come on” he says “Let’s go back, the water is getting a bit chilly”.

He lets go of my hand and I can’t help but feel disappointed that my hands are no longer in his.

I'm back to my towel and reading my book, with the peaceful sea breeze whistling past my skin.

Harry is asleep on his towel, which is now right next to mine. I smile at him and admire his chiselled body, as right now no one can stop me. 

His eye begins to open; I jolt and pretend to be really into my book.

"Take a picture it lasts longer" he cheekily remarks obviously catching me looking at him.

I turn red. Like a beetroot.

"Umm… Take a picture of me then" I stupidly reply, I just want to be buried alive.

He just chuckles.

"Come for a walk, I'm bored" he wines.

"Sure" I reply, as I really can't get into this book.

We walk side by side with the gentle waves crashing on our feet. Occasionally our hand brush together, the third time Harry doesn't let go. His large hand is soft and my hand seems to fit perfectly in his I think Harry has noticed this too as he looks into my blue eyes and gives me his dimpled smile.

"Ooh volleyball" Harry says with excitement. Just slightly changing the mood.

"I have never played volleyball in my life I won’t be very good, no way" I instantly reply.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'll help you" Harry says trying to reassure me.

"Fine" I say and easily give in.

"Yay!" he shouts and drags me by the hand. We start running toward the two people already playing volleyball.

"Harry... I... can't… keep… up" I say between pants, god I'm so unfit.

In one clean motion he sweeps me off my feet and carries me bridal style the rest of the way, 

Harry" I murmur.

“Hmm” he groans.

"People are staring" I say whilst looking at all the jealous girls who are sending me daggers.

Harry looks around and sees the now angry girls and gives them a reassuring smile as if he knew them. Does he know them? The thought for some reason makes me jealous. I push it to the back of my mind, as I don't want it to ruin the day. 

We finally reached the volleyball area; there are two boys on the other side they look slightly younger than me. Both are toned and muscular, but nowhere near as good looking as Harry.

Harry catches me off guard, pressing his chest against my back. He slowly brings his arms around me as if he was asking for permission, I nod and he gently holds my hands in his. 

I look up to see the ball flying at us “Harry” I scream trying to protect my head with my arms, but Harrys firm grip doesn’t allow me to. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m a pro” Harry cockily remarks.

And with that he swiftly moves my arms to return the ball, which is going back and forth. My feet are rarely even touch the ground as I am jumping around so much.