Seashore Letters

Chapter 11

The next morning

"Baby. Wake up darling."

I opened my eyes from the soft sound of John's voice. I turn over and smile at the sight of him, his crystal blue eyes and messed up hair, broad chest and prominent muscles.

I kept reminding myself of how strong he was last night. "Good morning." I say with a smile and a yawn.

John grabs my shoulder and kisses me turning into an intense make out session. The knock on the door interrupting us, making John get out of bed with a loud sigh.

He pulls on a robe over himself and opens the door. "Yeah!" John answers the person on the other side.

I couldn't hear anything but muffles and so I mind my business by smiling at myself while looking at the big diamond ring on my finger.

"I don't care! I'm busy right now!" John yells from out the door and slamming it behind him.

"Sorry about that darling. There were some complaints last night." John scratches his head.

"Cmon darling, I'll start a shower. Meet me when you're ready." John says as he leaves a kiss on top of my head.

I nod with a smile and climb out of bed not caring who would see us through the windows. John looks at me in the utmost respect and admiration.

John and I walk down the hallway to the restroom, hands intertwined and his eyes locked onto me.

"Violet! ... Violet!.... Don't do this!..."

I stop right in the middle of the hallway and almost fall backwards. "Are you alright?" John asks while pulling me up.

"Yeah... my head just started to hurt for a moment. Like a head rush." I say trying to catch myself. "Well I can fix that."

We both smile and he guides me into the restroom turning the hot water on.

He leans me up against the cold wall and kisses me, "I want you to know that I truly do love you baby." John whispered into my ear.

I couldn't help but think about that voice...

Harry's pov:

"SHHH don't wake him up!" My eyes open wide from the deep voice of a man. "Oh great look what you did!"

The man had a long white beard and a wrinkly face with a brown cane and overalls. I look around to see who he was yelling at but no one else was here.

"Who are talking to?" The man walks over pointing his finger in my face. "Don't you yell at my friend boy!- oh I'm sorry my name is George."

And all of a sudden George changes into a completely different person. "Um... okay. Is everything alright sir?" I asked.

"Yeah yeah... my apologies. I have a condition where I have split personalities. The next one should start in the next hour or so."

"Oh" is all I could say. "Can you please tell me how I got here?" I then asked.

"Well I was here in my fishin boat about to catch some of me best shrimp when I saw ye layin around in a rubble of a mess in the water.

So I saved ya from drownin son." I look down and sigh in my hands. "What's eatin you up boy? Is it about a women. Cause I know how a man looks when he misses a women."

I look up and try not to show any tears. "You can see it in a man's eyes when there is someone he cares about. Did ya loose her?"