Your legs dangle off of the wooden dock and the tips of your toes swirl in the cold water. You scooch your booty closer to the edge so your feet are fully emmersed. The water is still and reflects the sparkle of the moon. You bury your hands deeper into the pockets of your sweat shirt, trying to create warmth. You should not have worn your cotton shorts that barely cover your cheeks.
This night, the stars shine brightly in a blanket of black and you gaze up into infinity. Sounds of crickets and the occasional frog are the only thing that disrupt the peaceful silence. You like to come here at night to clear your head and think.
You are overthinking about everything in life at the moment, when you feel the dock begin to shake and loud, heavy thumping increasing in speed. You turn your head to see what caused the commotion in time to see legs flying over your head.
"Canon ball!" You duck your head into your knees and squeeze your eyes shut as the frigid water splashes onto you.
You know who it is before you even look up. Harry Styles. The school's man whore. He is very very very attractive, but it's all for fun and games and he has commitment issues. Girls fall to their knees for Harry, but your head is screwed on right and you know better than to want someone that doesn't want you.
Harry smirks as you stare him down. He flips his wet hair out of his eyes and rubs the water away from his face. The boyish grin doesn't leave his face as he says, "Hey Mary."
Mary is not your real name. It is a nickname he obnoxiously calls you. You eventually asked your mom if she had a clue why he called you "Mary", and she explained that it was Mary as in The Virgin Mary, because you look like a good girl, a virgin.
"Hi Harry," you utter in monotone. You wouldn't necessarily call Harry a "friend" but the two of you talk occasionally and he gives you a lot of unwanted attention. You look down and continue to swirl the water in between your feet.
Harry swims closer to you. He flicks water with his fingers onto your legs and goosebumps appear. You splash him right back as hard as you can with your legs and laugh when he inhales some water and has a coughing fit.
"What are you doing here," you question him with a demanding tone that hints you don't really care why he is here, you are just pissed he knows about your secret pond.
"What are you doing here, Mary? This is my hidden spot." Harry questions you with a raised eyebrow.
You are quick to roll your eyes at his response. Typical of Harry to answer with a question, proving he can never finish what is started.
"I like to come here and think," you state simply, beginning to shiver.
"Me too."
Silence overcomes the two of you, as you absorbed in your thoughts.
"It's, peaceful." Harry adds.
"Mm," you hum in response.
"Hey," Harry calls out making you jump back to reality.
"Help me out?" Harry hands out his hands for you to take. There is a mysterious and untrustworthy glimmer in his eye, but you take his hands anyway.
Then, just as you begin to stand up, Harry grips onto your hands even tighter and pulls you forward. You lose your balance and fall onto the cold bitter water. It is so cold you can barely breathe and the heavy and now wet sweatshirt you wear doesn't do anything for you when you try to break the surface.
You begin to panic just as Harry dives underneath the water, grabbing you and carrying you back up to the surface.
You take a deep gasp of air and immediately push yourself off of Harry and hold on to the leg of the dock.
"You fucker," you hiss at him.
"Sorry. It was pretty funny at first you have to admit."
"Yeah sure." You speak sarcastically.
He swims closer to you until the heat from his body radiates into warmth and all you want to do is move closer so he can give you more. Except you actually move closer to the point where you can feel his hot breath against yours.
Your begin to chatter which makes Harry chuckle. "Hi," he whispers into your ear.
"Hi."
"You're pretty," Harry speaks slowly, barely audible. Your eyes go wide and suddenly you feel very hot.
"What?" You question him.
"You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," Harry states. You can hear the smile in his words and in the way he speaks.
The blood rushes to your cheeks. He holds onto you with one hand, and his other cups your cheek gently.
"I think I am going to kiss you," he says quietly.
You nod and then his lips crash onto yours. You are hesitant at first but soon your lips are melting into his and you feel completely in sync. Your heart beats a million miles a minute and then suddenly, the warm feeling on your lips is gone and you immediately want more. You take a deep breath in and look into Harry's eyes.
He smiles a little before you quickly say, "I still hate you a little."
He bursts out in laughter.
"And you're still my Mary."
Note // Lol lol lol this started out so good and ended shitty! Lol whatever! Anyway like first update in a week or so? Yay. Hope you kind of enjoyed.
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Also this has like 900 words im so proud of myself like thats a lot.
