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Chapter 11: I'm his and he's mine

The sun is warm and welcoming; the water is just the same. The way the wet sand smooshes against my toes is almost relaxing. This is heaven but not as relaxing as I felt when I was in Harry's arms. The way he would tighten his arms around me in his sleep, in my mind it was to make sure I was still there. I would never tell Harry this but I couldn't sleep after we stopped making out. I stayed up and watched his angelic face as his lips parted every so often.

The feel of his lips made me want more, make my body tingle. I find myself feeling over mine remembering the tiny bites. I should have called Lydia this morning and thanked her for the shopping. The bikinis I would have never bought and the sleep wear I would have absolutely never thought of or touched.

I woke up this morning before Harry, surprisingly, and felt the erg to be in the water. I've walked the private beach at least twenty times and my legs have turned another color.

When I head back inside I head upstairs and Harry is still wrapped in the sheets. I stand there at the foot of the bed debating whether or not to wake him. I realize that if he woke now it'd be creepy because it looks as though I'm watching him. I let him sleep and walk into my closet.

I leave with my phone in hand down stairs as I finished pulling on the shorts and tank over my bikini. Seeing I'll want to get in the water later. I have my bowl of cereal and look up the stairs waiting to see the heart jumping boy. I grown and grab the keys. As I pull out of the drive way I call Lydia.

"Be ready in 10 I need a shopping buddy." I hang up before she counters.

Before this I would have never called Lydia while we were here, hell if we weren't I would never talk to her. I would have never found out she wasn't the she devil. I would have stayed inside the whole 3 weeks and slept in till my stomach was ready to be fed and Rosaline would have come every morning and make breakfast, lunch and dinner and left it in the fridge for me to warm when I was hungry.

This was all before Harry, I'm still trying to debate if it's a good thing or- come to think of it I can't find one con about the situation. I'm not alone anymore; I don't feel like it's me against the world anymore. I have trust in him and he trust me, I'm glad I didn't take my father's floppy prophecy.

I honk for her and wait as she comes stumbling out. "Good morning." I can see she has spent majority of the last two days in the sun. I head out down the street. We stop for breakfast at a café and talk of the short last few days. As I suspected Lydia has been out in the sun, the only thing is it wasn't on purpose. She tells me how she fell asleep that afternoon on her patio and didn't wake till her friends called.

Lydia then drives us to where she would usually shop. We enter a store after store and store after store I leave with empty hands. It's more about hearing Lydia tell me about how she's planned out her three weeks and how she hopes to figure out her major for college.

After telling her she should get into fashion design or something with beauty she finally ask to go back home. Calum text me the time to meet up and before I head back I pick up lunch for me and Harry at McDonalds.

"Harry I'm home!" I set the food down and peek outside but he isn't here. I swear if he's still sleeping he has to have broken a world record. I slowly jog up stairs and sure enough he's snoring away.

I run and jump on the bed. Perfectly I land straddled on his back. "Harry wakey wakey," I wiggle side to side shaking him, he groans and tries to pull the covers over his head but I pull them away.

"C'mon Cass let me sleep five more minutes." I stop and sit up, Cass? He was dreaming about another girl? I quickly climb off him and try to bite down the tears. I guess that wakes him up as he sits up fast. He looks at me and I try hard to push the emotions down.