Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 12- Take Care

Chapter 12

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Harry swam to the bank of the brook, leading me with his arms, and lifted me onto the bank. I was shivering. My hair was soaked and stringy, my clothes were absolutely sopping, but I wasn't the only one who was drenched. Harry's wet curls were plastered to his face, his jeans heavy with the water. Lucky for us, the sun was hot and it dried out our clothing fast. There was nothing worse than finding yourself wearing a pair of damp clothes.

"Well, thanks for that" I said nonchalantly. I'm pretty sure that kiss had already expressed my thanks, but I felt it was necessary. "You didn't have to dive in for me or anything".

"No, I wanted to just let you drown" he said mockingly.

"If you say so" I said with a sigh. "I guess I'll just have to go jump in the..."

I was interrupted by a piece of grass that flew into my mouth. Disgusted, I spit it out, glaring at Harry who was whistling innocently. I grasped a fistful of grass and sent it flying at him, where it stuck to his damp Ramones shirt. Smiling mischievously, he countered, sending blades of grass that stuck into my tank top. It was on now. We were flinging handfuls of grass at each other until the patch we were at was left bald, and then we got up and starting running around, neither of us giving up. Out of nowhere, Harry decided he would chase me. As I was a track and field runner, he was no match, but it was cute to see him try and catch up. I only left a few feet in distance between us, keeping him running around the whole zoo.

He suddenly caught up a burst of speed and tackled me to the ground. I squealed, as I liked football and this was nothing new to me. But to be tackled by Harry Styles? Totally incomparable. Luckily, my skirt and tank top remained intact and stain free, making me proud of not ruining yet another item of clothing.

"I need to lie down, out-running you for, what, twenty minutes was it? Well, its tiring" I said teasingly. In truth I was a bit exhausted, and I flung myself to the ground, followed shortly by Harry's lanky self.

The sun was getting lower in the sky as we laid on the lawn of the zoo, my head on Harry's chest. My hangover had finally worn off, and I took out my normal glasses and placed them on my face. This gave me relief, but I still closed my eyes in the serenity lf my surrondings. I had lost Harry's sunglasses in the brook, so I closed my eyes to shield them from the harsh sun.

The air was warm but not stuffy, a warm breeze softly blowing. The sky was a bright blue, and not a cloud was in sight. The grass was soft, and so was Harry's arm wrapped around my waist. It was like our own slice of heaven. At least it was for me. I was still pondering why he wanted to keep me around in the first place.

"Tell me about your friends" Harry asked lazily. His deep voice dragged the words out, and his accent made it sound delicious. What could I say, I loved the UK for blessing me with his voice.

"I love my friends, and a lot of them are fans of you guys actually" I said. It was true; a lot of my closest friends were obsessed with One Direction, and I felt guilty experiencing all of this without them.

"My best friend is Justine, she's such an oddball, but at the same time she's incredibly smart. Then there's Dawn, we have so much in common and have known each other forever. Christina Mae and I fight all the time, but I love her and don't know what I'd do without her. Judith is such a perfect kid, I see her being with Zayn actaully. And then there's Breagh, who is such a sweetheart. She's like my Louis" I said poking Harry's dimple and made a kissy face. "But she'd be absolutely perfect for Niall" I confessed.

I continued to rant about all of my other friends, all of the fun times we had together. I told him about school, about my work in Africa, about my family. I told him about the life I would be returning to when I went home. It brought me to the reality that I would be returing a changed person. I wonder if people back home already knew what was happening to me.