Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Seventeen

Scarlet's POV

"Tell me things about you that I don't know" Harry said.

"Alright... What do you wanna know?" I asked him, worried about what he was gonna ask me.

"Okay.... So.... How many boyfriends have you had, apart from me, and.... Him...." Harry whispered.

I took a French Fry from my plate and ate it hungrily.

"None..." I blushed. I felt his hand on top of mine.

"Alright.... What's your perfect idea of a date?" He raised an eyebrow.

I felt my stomach flutter and my heart pound.

"Umm...." I said, a blush creeping up on my face slowly, "I-uh.... Um....probably something that involves a beach?" I said, but it came out more like a question.

His plump lips let out a small chuckle.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's a common question" he winked.

I smiled at his hand tugging at mine.

"And the last question...." He started.

He smirked.

"Have you...ever...you know-"

"No, Harry. None that meant anything...." I whispered, my mind jumping to him.

Harry gasped.

"Oh, Scar..." He whispered and stood up from his seat, pulling me into a tight hug.

"C'mon, let's go home" he said. He reached his hand out for me to take, and I hesitantly took it.

We walked back to my apartment with a huge amount of fans and paparazzi- but we got inside alive.

I checked the time, seeing it was 6pm.

"Hey, Haz?!" I called to him, seeing he was in the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I heard him call back.

"What do you want for dinner?!" I asked. He came out of the bathroom and joined me in the kitchen.

"Come with me" he smirked. I watched as he opened my balcony door and stood near the rail.

"Come on!" He shouted.

I walked out.

"What?" I said.

He pointed to the now bare beach.

"See that couple down there, sitting near that picnic?" He pointed.

"Yeah" I nodded.

"Well, first off, they aren't a couple. Second, that's our picnic. Get your board and swimmers, my darling." Harry explained.

"Harry!" I screeched and threw my arms around his waist.

"Thank you" I mumbled into the crook of his neck, his strong cologne filling my nostrils and his minty fresh scent warming me.

I looked up and pecked his lips. He did the same to me, before his lips ghosted over to my cheek.

"Anytime" he said, and I rushed inside to get my swimmers.

***

Putting on my bikini, I grabbed my waterproof makeup for my scars. I began to put it on, when two big, rough hands stopped me.

"Don't" Harry whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"W-why? I can't let anyone see my scars...." I whispered.

"Babe.... It's like... Six o'clock. Hardly anyone is down at the beach" he pointed out. I knew it was true, but I didn't want to risk anything.

"Well, fine. But I'm wearing a sea shirt at least" I stated, and went to pick up my rashy, but Harry threw it away.

"No" he said.

I frowned.

"You're so cruel" I frowned.

He leaned up to my ear, and whispered, "hmmm, but you love it".

He kissed my earlobe soon after whispering that. Green eyes traced my body intensely, his spell taking over me.

"Fine" I huffed.

He smiled, and his then green eyes turned a fierce shade of forest green.

"W-what?" I asked.

"His such a bastard..." He growled.

"Harry, no thinking about that stupid beast tonight. Tonight, it's you and I. Don't worry, Harry. Because you and I, we don't wanna be like them. We can make it to the end- ok?!" I giggled.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled at the way I put some You And I lyrics into my sentence.

"C'mon, babe. Lets go" he hurried. He held his hand out for me to take, and I gladly took it, using my spare hand to carry my surfboard.

And with that, we made our way down to the beach.

******

Harry's POV

"Haz... This is embarrassing...." Scarlet whispered, trying to cover up her scars as we got to the beach.

"Babe, stop. You look beautiful, for one. Two, there's no one here. Just you, me, and that random kid over there that's drowning. OH MY GOD HE'S DROWNING!" I started, and came to the realisation that a kid about fourteen-fifteen was drowning.

"Looks like he's caught in a rip..." Scarlet said to herself, picking up her board and shielding her eyes from the sunset light.

"Scar, don't go in there! You could get hurt!" I said, worriedly. She turned and gave me a 'seriously' look, before running down the sand and splashing into the water, in a hurry to get this kid to shore.

I watched in horror as the kid screamed for help, and Scarlet desperately trying to swim to his safety. I watched how she skilfully rode over the waves with ease. How her arms pushed against the water. How her legs powerfully kicked.

It's weird to say, but she looks damn beautiful when she's trying to save a life.

Anyway, the kid was heaved up onto the board, Scarlet quickly making sure he was okay, before she began to paddle back into shore over the fierce waves.

She ran in, the kid slowly, shakily, and horrifiedly walked behind her.

He walked up, giving me a little stare of confusion, before looking back at Scarlet, who quickly covered her body up with a towel.

"T-t-thank y-y-you" he chattered.

"It's alright. Are you okay, mate?" Scarlet smiled, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder.

He nodded as he looked into her eyes.

"You're hot" he stated.

Scarlet blushed.

"Awww, you're cute. Thanks, mate" Scarlet looked at him in awe.

"Anytime. And the names Matthew. See ya around" the kid, Matthew, said, waving as he walked away.

Scarlet looked at me, before giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Come swim with me?"

I took no hesitation and headed into the water with her.