Harry Finds Out You Can't Swim

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One day Harry and you decided to go to the beach. You get the stuff and headed over there, picking a nice spot. Harry decided to run to the ocean as you set the stuff out, and started texting people.

"BABE! Come swim with me!" Harry yelled as you shook your head.

"I'm texting."

"So, texting is more important than spending time with each other since I'm going on tour in the morning?" Your head dropped as you let out a sad sigh.

"Don't remind me!" your voice cracked. You and Harry haven't been really spending time together because of that reason, but what you didn't know is that Harry's coming over to you, and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"HAZZ! PUT ME DOWN, PLEASE?"

"Come on, Baby. It's not gonna hurt," he winked.

"Hazz, seriously. Put. Me. Down. Please?"

"Babe, why won't you swim with me?"

"I CAN'T SWIM!" He put you down.

"Why didn't you say something." You roll your eyes.

"I TRIED TELLING YOU THREE DIFFERENT TIMES!"

"I-I'm sorry, B-Baby. I t-thought you were m-messing with m-my head." You have your 'really' look on.

"WHY WOULD I SIT THERE AND BEG YOU TO TAKE ME BACK TO OUR SPOT?!" Harry bit his lip.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I really am." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry too," You replied as you stormed off while Harry sat down on the towel, crying. You went to go buy ice cream, but realized you forgot your money. You were being a total bitch to Harry, so you also decided to go back, and apologize to him. You saw that he was sitting on your towel, and heard him crying, so you snuck up behind him, stood on your knees, and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, Hazzy." Harry turned around, seeing you as he smiled a bit. "I'm sorry, Hazzy. I didn't mean to over react like that." Harry smiled even more.

"It's OK, Baby. I should have listened to you when you asked me to take you back." You smiled, and pounced on him as he squealed like a girl while you laughed.

"Let's go home, yeah?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," you smiled as you packed your stuff up, and went home.

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