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FOUR

Carrington Hill

Our conversation about shitty friends carried on for what seemed like ages. Harry was truly interested in what I had to say which kept me going and I didn't even realise that we were walking on the beach. My room was nowhere near close to where we were and I genuinely didn't realise that we walked in a different direction.

When I mentioned this to Harry he just winked at me and for some reason that made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. He was just so handsome and cute and understanding and basically everything I wanted and could ask for in a man. It was almost like he wasn't even a real person because he was just too perfect and I never wanted to wake up from that dream.

But little did I know that it was not a dream, it was real life. Harry was an actual person.

I got to know him a little as well. It was all basic stuff like he was twenty four years old, two years older than me actually, he had two sisters and a brother who was twenty seven but they never really got along so that's why he never mentioned him to me. He also told me he was a model but never planned on being one since he was studying to become a lawyer. And I think that was about it. Plus the fact that he has always been friends with Aiden and knew Mia for longer than I have.

He didn't leave me without questions either though and I must say he knew how to get information out of people. Not in a creepy way, he just simply had his little ways of getting others to tell him what he wanted to know. I could just tell how desperately he wanted to ask me where I was from and when I told him I was born in England he just nodded, letting me know that's not exactly what he meant by his question. He wanted to know what my ethnicity was he just didn't know how to ask me about it and I honestly found that extremely amusing.

When I told him his facial expression was priceless and he didn't seem to grasp how I was a little bit of everything. You see I have a little bit of Russian and Dutch in me from my mother's side and a little bit of African American and French from my father's side but I was born in England and so were my parents therefore I'm British as well.

My background is messy as hell but I wouldn't have it any other way. Although when it comes to explaining it to others it takes a while to get them to understand. Another living example of this was Harry.

"Hey, um, I think I'll visit the gym tomorrow morning because I was planning on doing it today but I just really wasn't feeling it," he started once we got to my room after a long walk. "Would you like to tag along?"

"Are you sure you are asking me that?" I let out a laugh as I crossed my hands in front of my chest. Harry raised one of his eyebrows as he waited for me to carry on because clearly he didn't understand me. "I'm not one to exercise."

"But you are a professional dancer?" he asked back which was more of a statement really.

"That is different," I argued. "Dancing is something I enjoy doing. Running on a treadmill is like death."

"Oh, stop being such a lazy arse," he told me laughing and rolled his eyes. "I'll come pick you up in the morning, how's that sound?"

"When are you picking me up then, huh? If it's earlier than eight am I will drown you in the sea myself."

"I would love to see you try that because I'm getting up at six. Nice and early."

"Pft, piss off," I told him as a forced laugh escaped my lips although when I saw him keeping a straight face I stopped. "I'm not going."

"But you will," he said. "I will make you come," now that got me laughing again, showing how childish I was at the age of twenty one. Was I really about to turn twenty two this year? "Jesus, Carrington, I can't believe how dirty your mind is!"