The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen - Forbidden

Chapter Fourteen - Forbidden

      It was the beginning of July, one of the hottest months in Long Beach. Andy and I sat in the sand, fanning ourselves and rubbing suntan lotion on our bodies. I couldn't afford to get any darker, I'd look like a gypsy. Andy ran his fingers through his hair and let out a bored/annoyed groan.

      "Fuck this, I'm going swimming..." he finally spat, hopping to his feet and pulling off his sweaty white beater. I watched him as he kicked off his shoes.

      "Come on, Char. You know you're sweltering..." He held out his hand but I shook my head.

      "I said I'd wait for Harry to come..." i said.

      "Oh my Jesus, it's not like he can't swim or something. Come on! Okay, literally, there is a pool of sweat on your neck right now..." he proclaimed. I looked down at my neck, and sure as day, sweat was making a little pool. I groaned in disgust and wiped it away with my towel. Finally, I sighed, getting up and pulling my shorts off. Andy grinned in victory.

      "If he yells at me, you're dead." I announced. Andy raised his eyebrow and peeked around me.

      "Speak of the devil," he muttered. I spun around and spotted Harry, Niall, and Louis walking down the sand towards us. Harry grinned at me and held his arms wide open. I ran towards him and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and squeezing him tightly. It had been about a week since we had seen each other. He wanted to surprise me by not telling me when he was supposed to return, but I got it out of Niall.

       "Hello, beautiful." he whispered, smiling at me. I returned an enthusiastic smile.

       "Welcome back," I said, kissing him. He laughed and set me down and I ran at Niall, hugging him tightly and then high-fiving him.

       "Hey Char! Where's Chelsea?" he asked, glancing around nervously.

       "She's inside helping Vic make lunch." I said, pointing back at the house. I turned to Louis and he met my stare with a sympathetic smile.

       "Hey Charlotte," he murmured. I felt like I was going to cry but I held it in, stepping towards him and squeezing him tightly.

      "Hey BooBear," I whispered into his ear. He smirked a bit and let me go, taking an uneasy step back. I stared at him until Harry grabbed my hand.

       "Shall we go swimming? Andy seems to be getting a bit restless," Harry suggested, motioning towards Andreas with his head. He was right; Andy was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid.

      "Last one in is a rotten egg!" Niall cheered, bumping Louis' arm and then sprinting towards the water. Louis ignored me completely and took off after Niall, taking his shirt off and kicking his shoes off while screaming. Andy let out a cheer of excitement as Niall approached him, slapping his shoulder and racing him into the water. Harry smiled down at me. He then proceeded to lift his arms up and pull his shirt over his head. I stared at his torso, my heart fluttering in my chest. His eyes met mine, a seductive smile on his lips.

       "What?" he asked. I shook my head, attempting to break my trance.

       "Nothing, let's go..." I said, smiling at myself and then skipping into the water. Just as I stepped inside, Harry scooped me up from behind and draped me over his shoulder. I squealed in excitement as he jogged into the water. We collapsed, the waves almost swallowing me up. A firm hand gripped my arm and I was pulled up, gasping for air, the salty water stinging my eyes. Harry let out a chuckle and pulled me closer. I rubbed my eyes, trying to free them of water as he kissed my forehead.