Ready or Not

Hawaii

Stepping off of the jet in Hawaii, I was a bit relieved. There were no paparazzi standing by, awaiting our arrival. Actually, the only person there was the cab driver hired by Harry to drive us to the private villa we would be sharing this week.

Harry loaded our bags into the trunk of the cab, then climbed in the back with me. As the cab started moving, I rested my head against the window. I hadn't slept the entire flight here, but Harry had. I had gone back into the main room of the jet to retrieve my cell phone, and Harry was out cold. So, I covered him up with a blanket and returned to the bedroom.

"Are you tired Mrs. Styles?" the driver of the cab asked. Hearing him call me that gave me chills, but I guess I should be getting used to it. That's my title for as long as Harry and I last.

"Um, yeah," I said, flashing a slight smile. I turned to see Harry grinning at me, and I asked,

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. I rolled my eyes, but smiled as I did so.

The island of Hawaii is unlike anything I've ever seen before. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The water that surrounded the island was crystal clear, and it rippled from the breeze. The aroma in the air smelled so clean and fresh. It was a beautiful place to be.

When we arrived at the villa, Harry paid the driver and grabbed our bags from the trunk. I waved to the driver as Harry and I entered the beach-front cabin. "I'm going to go look around," I told Harry.

"Okay," he called out from down the hall. I walked from the foyer to the kitchen, seeing all stainless steel appliances. The back splash and island top were made of granite. To the right was a dining room with an oak table and chairs. There was also a crystal chandelier hanging above the table, and sliding glass doors that lead out to a small patio.

The living room was beautiful, with brown leather seating and oak end tables. Down the hall was a bathroom painted sandy brown, with rugs and curtains that matched the color of the sky. Across the hall was the bedroom. The only bedroom. "Uh, Harry?" I called out.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"There's only one bedroom," I mumbled, not entirely sure that he had heard me.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, coming up behind me. I guess he hadn't.

"Where's the other bedroom?" I asked.

"There is no other bedroom, Grae," he said, smiling at me as if I were stupid. For a slight second, I believed that he was joking with me. Then again, why would he be? This is a honeymoon villa. So, I simply said,

"Oh." Harry laughed and said,

"Don't worry, Graecyn. I'm sure I'll be fine on the sofa." Before I had the chance to say otherwise, he smiled and walked away. I sighed and rolled my eyes, watching Harry round the corner to the kitchen. I rubbed my temples, feeling a slight thumping. No. I will not let a little headache ruin the only week that I will have alone with Harry.

I walked over to the neatly made bed where Harry had thrown down our bags. I opened up my larger suitcase and grabbed the first swimsuit I found, which happened to be my aqua fringe bikini. I shut the bedroom door and stripped naked, then pulled on my swimsuit. I pulled my blonde curls into a ponytail at the crown of my head, and grabbed my pink beach towel, my tanning lotion and my iPod. While I'm here, I might as well soak up the sun!

I opened the bedroom door and walked out into the dining room, passing Harry who was in the living room flipping through channels on the plasma television. Harry didn't say anything, so I'm assuming he didn't see me.

I spread my towel out over one of the lounge chairs, then plopped down on it. I rubbed some tanning lotion on all of my exposed skin, then laid the chair all the way back. I shoved my ear buds in my ears, then laid down on my back. The sun was perfectly warm, and soaked into my skin with ease. I held my iPod in front of my face, scrolling to find a song. I settled on Team by Lorde, placing my iPod down on my stomach. I tapped my foot along with the beat.

"We live in cities you'll never see on screen. Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things," I sang quietly. Well, lets put it this way - I think I was singing quietly. I had the volume all the way up, and couldn't hear the sound of my own voice. I love to sing, but I'm insecure about my voice. Not one person has heard me sing, and I intend to keep it that way.

After a while, I rolled onto my stomach to let what was left of the sun hit my back. I had taken my ear buds out and was listening to the sound of the ocean, when I heard the glass door slide open and shut. I peeked out of one eye to see Harry stretching. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and sunglasses, but no shirt. I shut my eye before he noticed that I was staring. That would be embarrassing. "Are you asleep?" Harry asked me. I opened my eyes and asked,

"Does it look like I'm asleep?" I hadn't realized the harsh tone of my voice until after I spoke. Harry gave me a weird look, then ran down to the beach. I sighed, sitting up to grab my things. The sun was beginning to set, so I headed inside.

I let my hair down and went into the bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas to change into after my shower. I also grabbed my shower supplies and made my way to the bathroom. I made sure to lock the door, just in case.

After I showered, I wrapped my hair in a plush white towel while I dried off. I dressed in the silk, leopard printed pajamas I had laid out. I let my hair down to brush out, then left it down to dry. I felt my stomach gurgle, so I went in search of some food. I decided on a pineapple Greek yogurt and a banana. I sat at the island as I ate, and when I was finished, I went into the living room to watch television.

I was dozing off, and was almost asleep until the back door slid open and shut. I opened my eyes and noticed that the show I was watching was off, and there was another one on. I yawned, and Harry noticed. "Tired?" he asked, smiling. I returned his smile.

"Yeah," I said.

"Why don't you go to bed?"

"That would be rude," I said, causing him to laugh.

"I don't mind, Grae." I stood and walked over to hug him. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head, surprising me. I pulled away and said,

"Goodnight." Harry just smiled. I walked down the hall to the bedroom, where I moved the suitcases to the floor. I climbed in the bed and covered up with the cream colored comforter. The last thing on my mind was how the tingles felt when Harry had kissed me just moments earlier. Yeah, I know. It wasn't technically a kiss, but I count it as one.