Harry's POV
"Wow, how can you not be dying?" I yelled to Scarlet, who was metres ahead of me. I rested my hands on my knees, my breaths uneven.
Scarlet turned, and began to run circles around me.
"Because," she breathed, "I live near a beach, for starters. Second, I'm not famous. I don't get to eat take away every night, and sleep all day"
I stood up and put my hand on my chest.
"That's offensive. I don't have to eat take away every night. I don't go for runs, I go to the gym. For that, you can give me a piggy back ride back to your apartment" I smirked, before jumping on her back. She stumbled a little, but then soon grabbed my lower thighs, and started to run.
"Hold on tight!" She laughed.
I screamed/laughed as she zoomed past people who were giving us weird looks. I know it should be more romantic, and I should be giving her a back ride, but you know. We're weirdos like that.
As we got to her apartment building, she dropped me carefully.
Her breaths were heavy, and she massaged her neck.
"You did that so easily" I breathed, surprised at how strong she was.
"Yeah. I'm used to it. You know why, but I'm not telling you how- I really don't want to think about him" she explained. I nodded understandingly.
I placed a hand on her lower back, and pushed her slightly. We entered the cool building, and got into the elevator.
When we got to the top floor, Scarlet slowly unlocked the door, just to annoy me. She laughed as she did. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, before unlocking the door swiftly and barging inside.
"HARRY!" She laughed.
I walked into her bedroom. I dropped her on the bed, before lying next to her.
"Nice chatting with ya- but I'm having a shower'' Scarlet said, before planting a kiss on my cheek and walking into her bathroom, they door making a clicking sound, indicating she had locked it.
I sighed and walked int the kitchen. The white singlet sticking to me was annoying. I took it off and lied it on the balcony rail. I was left in some black shorts.
"Harry you can- oh... Hi..." Scarlet blushed.
"I can put my shirt back-"
"No, it's alright. The showers' yours" she cut me off, telling me.
"Thanks, baby" I said, kissing her cheek as I walked past. I grabbed my cloths to get changed into, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. I didn't lock it. Because I forgot. It probably wasn't the best idea....
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Scarlet's POV
Harry... Was.... Shirtless.
Is it normal to not know what exactly to feel about that? I mean, I've seen him shirtless before, but this time was just... Weird. I don't exactly know how, but it just was....
Anyway.
I walked out onto my balcony, my back aching a little from Harry's piggy back ride. I looked over at the marine blue ocean that swept the tiny grains of sand of the shore.
I watched as the beach filled up with more and more people, making me jump.
I was supposed to go to work today.
After school finished, I began to find a job- and I found one as a lifesaver. I trained and everything, and I was supposed to be starting today...
I checked the time, sighing in relief as I wasn't going to be late. That wouldn't of been a good reputation, being late on your first day of work. I had twenty-five minutes to get ready, so I started on it. I walked into my bedroom, and locked the door.
I changed into my uniform, which was a bright red one-piece swimsuit, with lifesaver across the front in big, bold white writing. The outfit also came with a jacket and swim shorts, but my boss told me it wasn't needed.
Forgetting Harry was in the shower, I walked straight in the bathroom, my eyes widening at the sight ahead of me. I gagged slightly and shielded my eyes.
"Sorry! Oh my gosh, I forgot you were in here! I didn't hear the water running and... Holy crap!!" I screamed.
I heard Harry's deep, vibrating chuckle. The water stopped, and I heard Harry's deep voice say,
"You can look now"
I opened my eyes hesitantly, making sure he wasn't tricking me. But, his lower half if his body was wrapped in a towel, leaving his wet, top half exposed.
"U-umm... I need to do my hair and put some of that waterproof make up on..." I stammered.
Harry's eyes turned a sick green.
"W-why?" He said, his cold hands holding my waist, "you don't need it"
"Harry, this is my job... I have to..." I said, pointing to my lifesaver outfit.
"You have a job?" He asked, letting my waist go as I began to brush my hair.
"Yeah... I forgot about it, until I looked at the packed beach" I said out of honesty.
Once my hair was up in a neat, high ponytail, I started to put some waterproof makeup on. Harry watched in sadness, anger, and helplessly.
"I'm going to pay him another visit..." Harry growled, slipping on his boxers and board shorts underneath the towel, before removing it from his waist.
"Harry, don't. You don't know what you'll get yourself into" I said.
He sighed. He muttered something under his breath, that I couldn't quite make out, but I wasn't going to question him.
Once I was prepared to get started, I followed Harry out the bathroom door, into my bedroom, where he was beginning to put on a t-shirt.
"Well, I best be going" I said, picking up my life saving licence, phone and wallet, and kissing Harry's cheek.
"Oh, you're going now?" Harry said, stopping the process in putting his t-shirt on.
"Yeah" I replied.
He then threw his t-shirt on the ground.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked.
"I have to see my baby on her first day of work" he winked.
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Footsteps || h.s.
Fanfictionwhat is so interesting about him, that makes me want to forget everything? he's doing things to me... that boy named Harry.