His hands move up to my waist and a little higher over my shoulderblades. I'm grateful for the lesser gravity in the water because this position on dry land would probably be a little harder. Then again, maybe not. Harry's, and if I say so myself sexy and muscular, arms make me question it. My hands don't rest either as they hold tightly on to the back of his neck, his familiar kisses roaming down my neck along with more droplets. He then looks back up at me for maybe a second and kisses me deeply, whether it was passionate or not I'm not so sure. I don't have a very extense passionate kissing history after all to compare it too. But for Harry's standards it was, although it wasn't needy or desperate, those two words are synonyms anyway. The swooshes of the water and the sound of our breathing are the only noises present, it really does seem like we're the only people in a 2 mile radius right now. I would've said in the world but that thought was killed when the sound of a plane flew over us, we both stop and look up at the little flashing lights in the sky. It got dark pretty quickly.
"See that?" he says, pointing up at the stars.
"Well it was kind of impossible to not hear and if I missed the only source of light in a pitch black sky I guess you'd be dating a deaf-blind person" I say rather proud of my sassy comment. I beat him at his own game.
"Wait, what?" his grip on my waist loosens "Dating?" he raises an eyebrow.
"I..." I'm speechless. I didn't really mean that ever so meaningful verb, I just said it without thinking. I am straddling him after all. He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me, his skin is beginning to feel cold. I tighten my grip around his neck and he doesn't stop me despite of not holding me as close as he was a minute ago. "I wasn't-" I begin to say before he interrupts me with yet another kiss which I didn't expect at all. I kiss him back, oh boy I do.
"I think we should go, or get out of this pool at least I'm freezing" he says, this time completely pulling me off of him from our intimate position, not the most intimate of ours of course I mean he's seen me practically naked.
Harry climbs out of the water and I follow right behind him, it feels cold in the water if you don't move but it's even colder once you're out.
"We didn't really think this through" I said, trying to make the best of the awkward situation. Awkward, awkward, awkward...
"What do you mean?" Harry asks.
"Towels, we forgot towels" I smile, hoping he would too. He didn't really smile, he just kind of half smirked and went back to a straight face.
"Well, when I went out for a walk I didn't really think about swimming, especially with you"
"I really didn't think I'd be straddling you, I guess we're both surprised". That got him smiling. "Look, I'm sorry I said date or whatever. I didn't really mean it, I just said it in heat of the moment"
"Heat of the moment?" he laughs as he runs and shakes his fingers through his black wet hair. "I don't know what you mean by heat since I have goosebumps right now from how cold it was in there"
"It wasn't that bad. Stop being a pussy"
"You wanna get thrown back in the water blondie?" he playfully arches his eyebrows at me like he usually does and a crooked smile covers his face. In all sincerity I was really expecting him to shut me out or I dunno, be rude to my face and call me a spoiled brat or a kid.
"Here" he tosses me my jacket which feels warm against my finger tips. I turn around and take a few steps away so my back is facing him. I peel my wet white t-shirt off and squeeze the water out, I slip my jacket or what I sometimes call a coat but is really a jacket. My hair is still soaking though. I turn around and see Harry looking at me as he pulls his shirt on. I've always realise how guys actually take their shirt off, they reach and grab the back of the head hole and pull it over their head. Bizarre. Harry does this. Not right now, just in general. I walk back over to him and sit down on the ground to put my shoes on, I'm grateful I took my socks off before I was thrown in the pool.
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Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic
Fanfic*** A.N: Okay so, I wrote this story when I was very young, and now, over 3 years later, I realise that the story is definitely not as good as I thought it was (in fact it's pretty bad). Why do I say this? Because if any of you read this and think "...
