Sunnyvale H.S

6

They pulled into a giant open space.

"Where are we Harry?"

"Wait in the car."

He opened his door and slid out the car and shut it behind him. He opened the boot and took out a bag and began walking in a different direction from the car. She couldn't make out where he was going or what he had in his arms.

Grace hadn't been here before and she knew for sure that Harry's absence would make her feel uneasy and anxious. She began to climb out of the car on her own side. Harry walked towards her and stood in front of her.

"I thought I told you to wait here," he said sternly. His brow was furrowed, and his arms were by his sides. He had a look of disapproval on his face and for some reason Grace liked it. It seemed so wrong but whenever she looked at him, she felt as though the world around him stopped. She was transfixed on him and his mind. He was like a breath of fresh air and she was going to take in all the oxygen she needed.

She wanted him.

"What are we here for?" she questioned as he took hold of her wrist.

"I have to show you something. Follow me okay."

He linked her wrist and walked her in the same direction he was heading.

They came to a clearing, with a gate that led to a wheat field. It was huge and the wheats were a dull yellow colour, surrounding the entirety of the field.

"Come on, don't look so afraid. I know what I'm doing.."

Once again, Harry led the way and Grace tagged along behind. He looked as though he knew what he was doing and was confident in himself to find whatever he was looking for.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere."

Harry stepped back and disappeared down from her view. She heard a splash of water and looked down to see Harry in the middle of a single stream of water.

A small stream of water flowed through the tall stalks of wheat. It was only a small amount of water, but had plenty of room for the two of them.

"Graceful,"she laughed as Harry's head popped out from beneath the surface.

He splashed water towards her,making her yelp due to the coldness.

"Are you going to join me then Grace?"

He had a smirk plastered onto his face as he watched her bend down and dip her toe into the water.

"If I would have known we were swimming, I would have at least brought spare clothes and underwear."

"I have towels and clothes in that bag, and a few of my shirts if you'd rather wear them."

He smiled widely at her as she shook her head laughing.

"You're so smooth Styles."

"It's just to easy for you Grace?"

She tapped the water with her foot, splashing it into his face.

"You'll pay for that!"

He leaned forward and grabbed her legs, pulling her into the water. She gasped at the cold contact contrasting to the warmth of her skin due to the summer air.

Water droplets fell from the tips of his hair to her nose. She scrunched her nose up as the droplets hit her face.

"Hey Grace?"

Harry was gazing right through her, his eyes cautiously watching over her face.

"Yeah?"

He leaned forward a smirk playing on his lips.

He splashed water into her face, laughing as he did so. She let out a loud yelp, the cold water shocking her.

"I told you you'd pay for it."

Grace laughed loudly and splashed the water at him again. He began to wrestle her in the water, tickling under her arms and making her shout loudly. She looked so beautiful when she was happy, and he wished she would be like this all the time.

She continued to try and kick him beneath the water, as he laughed and fought back.

He swam towards her and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She latched onto him, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

"Had to find someway to stop you from kicking about" He shrugged quickly and pushed her hair away from her forehead.

"You look so beautiful Grace."

It was true, she looked almost angelical. She had a glow and a warmth surrounding her that made Harry feel even more starstruck.

"You don't mean that."

She buried her head into his shoulder, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, shading them a deep crimson colour.

"I do."

"No you don't Harry, don't be such a tease."

She lifted her head and looked towards the floor. He placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin and raised her head to look at him properly.

"Grace you're so fucking beautiful."

He stroked her cheek with his thumb while gazing at her. There was mere inches from the tips of their noses. She could feel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
Goosebumps rose over her body where his skin cane into contact with hers, and she was terrified to tell him the way she was feeling.
He was too old for her, and she was just a girl.

"Can I prove it to you Grace?"
She nodded slowly as he traced his thumb across her lip. She felt the sparks flying inside of her stomach, jumping from limb to limb, igniting each bone. He seemed so close yet so far from her.

He closed the space between them and pressed his lips against hers, and suddenly she was alight.
Her breathing was rough and jagged as they kissed, their lips forming together perfectly. She felt the sparks overtake her entire body, setting her alight. The flames engulfed them as they kissed, his lips pressing against hers softly.
She was the first to pull back, to gain her breath.
She admired the way the water droplets continued to fall from his hair, and the way his eyes seemed to burn right through her. Those fucking green eyes that she wanted nothing more than to be safe in.
He closed the space between them once again pushing his lips onto hers, and she kissed back. As their lips met, he slid his left hand to rest on her thigh which was tightly wrapped around his waist.
Grace knew this was wrong. He would push her away and drive her home and not see her again after this. But every movement that he made, made her less sure he would do that.

He let out a soft moan as she tugged on his hair. The kiss was becoming more hungry, more passionate as if they had both been needing it their entire life.
She felt herself slide her body against his and he was evidentially enjoying it.

He backed into the side of the bank, standing in-between her legs, her back pressed against it.
"Harry wait."

He pulled back immediately, scanning her face for any signs of her being uncomfortable or unhappy.

"What's wrong are you okay?"

She quickly pecked his lips for reassurance.
"I'm fine, better than ever actually. But my mums going to kill me if I get back late."

He nodded and lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the bank again.

"I'll call home. And tell her your appointment was extended to go over things."

She nodded quickly and pulled him back towards her.
He slid his hands up her leg and rested them on her thighs above her dress. The yellow dress was soaking wet and clung to her skin, showing the curves beneath the fabric.
He laced his fingers with hers.
"So fucking beautiful," he repeated as  he left kisses along her fingers.

His hand remained laced with hers, the other remained on her thighs.

"Let's go get dried off, I can't have you being soaking wet."
She chuckled quietly to herself and he looked up at her, a puzzled expression on his face.
"What's so funny?"
She moved his hair from his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I'm pretty sure we don't need the water to do that do we sir?"
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