A Month in Bora Bora

Chapter 9: Clubbing, The Pier, and Chocolate Ice Cream.

I was awakened by the sound of Harry's snoring, and I couldn't get up because his arm was wrapped tight around my waist. Carefully fishing my phone out of my pocket I checked the time, realizing we'd been asleep for almost two hours, as it was now 5:00. As much as I hated to wake him up, I had to.

"Harry." I whispered, gently shaking him.

He groaned, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I giggled at the feeling. "Harry, it's almost time for dinner."

His eyes fluttered open and he loosened his grip on my waist.

"What time is it?" He asked in his husky sleepy voice.

"5:00, we need to get up."

He nodded and we both stood up, stretching.

"I guess I should get back to the hotel, I need to change before we go out." I kissed him on the cheek, and turned to exit the cabin.

"Wait!"

I stopped. "What?"

"I'll go with you. Let me get changed, I'll only be a second."

"Alright." I smiled.

After a few minutes Harry returned, wearing a grey V-neck and black skinny jeans, with a pair of white converse. He tousled his hair a bit and grinned widely at me, showing his dimples.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

I bit my lip, nodding yes.

He snaked his arm around my waist as we left, making our way to my room.

I inspected my closet unsure of what to wear, while Harry sat on the bed.

"What are you doing?" He laughed, startling me. I didn't even know he'd been watching me.

"I don't know what to wear!" I made a face and folded my arms across my chest.

"Here," He said walking towards my closet. "I'll help you."

I stood in disbelief as he rummaged through the closet. "Are you sure?.."

"Of course," He smiled at me, pulling something out. "Try this."

I looked at the outfit and back at him before taking it and going into the bathroom to change. It was a fitted dress, strapless and floral print with a tan belt underneath the bust. I cracked the door slightly, showing only my head.

"Let me see!" Harry smiled excitedly.

"No, it doesn't look good!" I frowned.

"Reagan."

I shook my head no, deciding I'd make a little game of it.

"Don't make me come into that bathroom." He said playfully.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I teased, raising my eyebrows at him.

He grinned mischievously before walking towards me. As he approached the door, he tilted my chin up and moved in closer. He closed his eyes, his lips not even an inch from mine, before I pulled back and shut the door.

I couldn't help but laugh as he pounded on the door. "Trying to seduce me, Styles? Good one!"

"Reagan, that was not right! Come on, open the door!"

"What's the password?" I shouted back.

"Oh my God." He paused. "Please?"

Even though the way he said please made me melt, I couldn't give in yet. "Nope!"