finding jamaica // h.s.

cinq

anna's p.o.v.

a week has passed since i met harry and we've hung out almost everyday. he's really kind and i consider him my friend now. i honestly didn't know what i was getting myself into when i got onto his motorcycle. we never really made plans after that night when he walked me to my door but there he was in the morning, at my door, with donuts in hand. that's when i knew we were going to be really good friends from here on out.

it's sunday again and i was intending on sleeping in considering harry has been waking me up at 8 on most days. it was about 10 and i had just rolled over, opened my eyes, and looked outside. i thought i was in the clear because it was so late that it startled me when i heard a bang on the door. i knew it was harry so i rolled my eyes as i yanked the covers off of me and walked downstairs. the banging increased so i decided to take my sweet time and let him get a little anxious. i'm mean, i know.

i open the door to see a bright, awake, and adorable harry standing at my door. "good morning!! i decided to let you sleep in a bit but now it's time for activities so go get dressed." he pushed me back up the stairs to where i came from and sat me on the bed. i, on the other hand, was still waking up so i didn't have my energy flowing through my body quite just yet. he saw it in my face and went over to my dresser and pulled out a jumpsuit for me to wear and lead me to the bathroom as i groaned.

i put it on, did some light makeup and walked out of the bathroom to see harry sitting patiently on the edge of my bed. this past week we've actually grown really close and comfortable with eachother. he perks up at my appearance immediately and turns toward me.

"i did a really good job picking out your outfit i must say." as he pretends to flip his hair.

"it's literally a one piece, you practically did nothing. why are you such an early morning person anyways?" i chuckled.

"uhh... it's motivating." he looked at me as if to say 'duh'. not gonna lie, it kinda was.

"ok sure, whatever. anyways, what do you have planned for today mr. styles?" and i sat next to him on the bed.

"i found a flea market i thought we could go to and maybe a flower farm because i think that would be very fun."

"well then what are we doing here? let's go!" i jumped up and grabbed his hand, a feeling a liked very much to be honest.

"well someone is finally awake." he smirked.

"shut up." i said as i rolled my eyes.

we got on his motorcycle yet again and drove to the flea market he was talking about. it was a pleasant drive. we didn't bother putting on helmets because he said it was so close. the wind was in our hair and it felt just how a vacation should feel. i did make the mistake of course, of putting on some lip gloss before we left thinking i would be super cute. harry thought it was quite funny when we pulled up that i had to pry my hair off of my lips.

"stay close to me. i don't want you getting lost in all these people. you're a pretty girl, and any man here would love to take you." he whispered in my ear as he reached down and grabbed my hand. and like that, we walked into the market. it felt nice to have him be protective over me and i trusted him even though i've only known him a week.

we walked around for a bit finding a lot of very beautiful things but nothing ever stuck out enough for us to buy it. we finally came up on one booth full of gorgeous rings. me and harry, being active ring wearers, went down to the booth and awed at the many choices. i found one that i particularly liked but it was too expensive for me. it was a silver wrap around ring of a panther with ruby eyes. we walked away from that booth, still hand in hand, and i was slightly disappointed i couldn't get the ring but it was just stuff and i'd rather live with memories than things.