Ever Since New York [H.S]

It's Like I Paid For It, I'm Gonna Pay For This.

A wall of French doors opens up to the private pool and tranquil patio courtyard; perfect for dining al fresco and enjoying the spectacular ocean view. Enjoying was exactly what I was doing. I sat out on the patio under the cover that the second level provided me with. Staring straight out at the beautiful crystal clear water that the ocean had to offer. I leaned back into the sun lounge as my eyes fluttered closed, just enjoying the peace and quiet that I had been given, taking my time to take in the fresh air that I was surrounded by.

"Good morning." I heard him speak softly. He didn't have to say anything else as I already knew whose company I had received.

I decided to go ahead with the honeymoon. Patrick already had it paid for, and I would have hated to see such a beautiful opportunity to come to the Bahamas go to waste. I had no trouble with convincing him to come with me. I sighed contently as my eyes slowly reopened. Automatically catching sight of him standing there with a mug in his two large hands and his curls kept back out of his face. His lips were pressed firmly together showing off the smile that was resting there. I have never seen a sight so beautiful.

"Thank you, Harry." I spoke quietly, sitting up at the same time that I held my hands out to accept the mug from the older male. "You've been so good to me, I can never repay you for that." I lifted the mug to press against my lips, taking a small sip of the warm tea that Harry had kindly given me.

"Ivyanna, love." Harry spoke through a soft chuckle, sitting down in the sun lounge right beside me. "You already have." I was about to ask how I had repaid him but he beat me to it. "Out of everyone you chose to bring me here. You could have just let his money go to waste but didn't, you're too good of a person."

"Come on, Harold." I whined quietly, sitting the half empty mug down on the small rounded dark brown coffee table. My body required a tea or two each morning before it could fully prepare for the day. "You and I both know that besides you, I have no friends I could have asked." With the way that Harry had treated me right from the start and with everything that he willingly did for me; asking him to accompany me to the Bahamas was the very least that I could do.

"My point is that you didn't have to go, nor did you have to bring me with you, but you did; and I'm glad." Harry admitted. "Those flower petals on the bed when we arrived last night were to die for." He teased playfully. Harry and I went through with the honeymoon package that Patrick and I had planned for. There was no way that I was letting such a good opportunity slip away. Upon arrival, we were provided with a bubbly welcome; a bottle of chilled sparkling wine elegantly arranged in the room. The flower special that Harry joked about, and a delightful delivery of fresh flowers along with a decadent breakfast in bed. We haven't received the last two, yet. Harry arranged for that to happen on our last day here; said it was best that way.

Harry's committed to not throwing away any time sitting around doing nothing. Harry's ambitious; meaning he has to be doing something productive at all times. Hours ago, he had asked if I had any suggestions in mind on how we spend the day. Keeping it lowkey, I suggested we hang out in our private pool. However, Harry had bigger plans. Since the moment he learned that the resort offered Scuba diving, (I blame William, our own personal Butler,) he instantly had his heart set on it. I was nervous to say the least, Harry constantly reminded me that this was an experience of a lifetime, even held my hand the whole time for extra support. I couldn't thank him enough for that. The smile on Harry's face was out of this world. I could just tell by the look in his eye that he was enjoying every moment of it. Diving into the warm waters of the Bahamas showed a world of surprises; Spanish ships, beautiful coral and enormous amounts of tropical fish. At one point Harry had wanted to enter the Shark reef; this being the most popular attraction in the Bahamas as it gives you the chance to swim with the sharks and watch them in their own world. I've always had a fear of sharks even once promised myself that I would never get up close with one. Never once did he push the option on me. The moment that Harry released no dolphins were going to turn up today, I knew he was disappointed. A lot of the time he mentioned how he hoped we would be able to dive with them but we weren't that lucky. Scuba diving in the Bahamas is one of the most enjoyable and unique experiences in the world. I'm entirely thankful that Harry convinced me to join him.

"I promise you, Harry." I began to tell him, stopping to pause as I turned my head to the side to look over at him, making our way along the soft white sand, and straight up to our Royal Estate Beachfront two story Villa Suite. "I'll take you swimming with Dolphins. Someday."

"I might just have to hold you to that." Harry joked. I couldn't quite tell if he were being serious or genuinely joking around.

The Villa is a luxurious, sprawling retreat being a reminiscent of a true Bahamian manor, with every luxury imaginable; including direct beach access, and a private pool. The spectacular love nest suite is a privileged sanctuary arranged over two levels. In the first suite, a spacious grand room is suited to entertaining on the most lavish scale, with a large living room, featuring contemporary island-style furnishings arranged around a smart television; a dining room with seating for eight, and a half bathroom, with the French doors leading out to the pool and patio. Upstairs, an opulent master suite encompasses a den, a modern four-poster mahogany king-size bed, walk in closet and a balcony that overlooks the turquoise Caribbean Sea. The suite's marble bath is complete with a double vanity, walk in shower, bidet and a whirlpool tub to relax in while you soak in this tropical paradise.

"Don't you find the Butler service a little weird?" Harry asked me. "Could you imagine the amount of people that would take advantage of their service?" He lay sprawled out on the bed comfortably, his head resting back against the large pile of soft pillows, and his hair covering parts of his face.

"People take honeymoons seriously, Harold." I reminded him, glancing over at him as I pulled on the white 'hers' robe that had been laid out neatly on the bed. Harry had been provided a matching white robe with 'his' written on it. Reaching up with my hands to run my fingers through my hair, I pulled it back into a loose ponytail and slipped the elastic band off my wrist, tying it around my hair. "Anyway,’’ I added; “you can't complain. You've got the opportunity to have someone wait on you every second of the day, take advantage of it, Styles."