Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 30

Ugh, I wanted this chapter to be longer but oh whale xD Enjoy<3

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Chapter 30 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            Chewing my bottom lip furiously, I tugged off my shirt as we reached the sand. After Valerie stuck into her house for a bathing suit, I’ve been dreading the point where she takes her tank top and shorts off. I know people are going to stare, and I know I’ll be one of those people. I mean, I got her to practically go skinny dipping with me (not really), so I know exactly how that perfect damn body of hers looks. Even with the scars on her wrists, she’s beautiful.

            I plopped down onto one of the towels, pulling my knees up and resting my forearms on my elbows. I guess the whole “group beach day” thing is just to show the cameras that Valerie really is “dating” Niall, and that the rest of us are fine with it. Whale (yes, I just used Valerie’s word), this guy isn’t fine with it. Nor am I okay with it in the slightest. It might be fake, but it doesn’t take much to start falling for those golden brown eyes of hers. I found myself falling the second I laid eyes on her; hard to believe, but it’s the solid damn truth.

            Eleanor came to the beach with us as well, since she’s already in town. Louis and Eleanor took no time in skittering off into the water, pretending to drown each other and such. I wish Valerie and I could be doing that right now. I wish I could splash her just to her that angelic laugh of hers, then she’d splash me back and it would turn into a war, ending with me wrapping my arms around her petite waist and locking our lips.

            If only…

            Valerie was sheepishly sitting on the cooler, her lip between her teeth as she made no effort in stripping down to her bikini. I know why too; her insecurity. I know her well enough to know that she isn’t comfortable with her body, and being around her idols isn’t helping her. I want to walk over, to lift her chin up and tell her just how beautiful she is, but I can’t. Not with cameras nearly ten feet away already snapping pictures. I clenched my fists in fury.

            “They want us to get in the water,” Niall murmured as he read from his phone, sending me an apologetic look. That’s why you love Niall; he cares about people’s feelings. All of my mate’s do, so I can’t be mad at Niall. Besides, he didn’t ask for this and I got us into this shit. So, doing the best I could, I mustered up a fake smile and sent it back to him.

            “Oh, um… okay,” Valerie whispered before sucking in a sharp breath. She’s so damn insecure for no reason, I wish I could tell her that.

            I couldn’t stop my eyes from watching her as she pulled the tank top over her head, then shimmied out of her denim shorts. My breath hitched in my throat as she literally took my breath away in her hot pink and strapless bikini. Zayn cleared his throat as he looked away, obviously thinking the same as me, but Zayn respected Perrie enough to keep his eyes to himself. I gave him major props for that; not looking at Valerie is damn near impossible.

            Liam did the same as Zayn before Niall choked out, “You… you ready?”

            My hands balled into tight fists as my jaw tensed, and I forced my eyes away from them as soon as I saw him reach his hand out to her. I know this is all an act, but I can’t help the hurt that’s bubbling inside me. I can’t help that envy running through my veins at the sight of Niall and Valerie’s hands locked together. I know this is fake, I just don’t believe it. It’d be too easy for Niall to make Valerie putty in his hands. Valerie promised she’d never leave me, and Niall is my best friend, for God’s sake. But with Valerie’s extreme liking towards all of us, there’s still part of my subconscious that worries about the possibility of him snagging her. I know he’d never do that to me, but I can’t help the itch I feel every time he looks at her.