Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 18

-Harry's P.O.V-

"Stop splashing me!" Carrie laughs, splashing water at me back.

Since it is still the afternoon, we decide to go to the beach and play in the water.

I'm still shocked by my actions earlier.

I didn't mean to kiss her.

Well, I was just thinking about it but then next thing I know, I was kissing her!

I'm happy I did that and I'm also happy that I got the chance to ask her to be my girlfriend.

She even said yes!

Carrie's my girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

I smile at the title.

"What are you smiling about?" Carrie asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

My cheeks turn red, realizing I was just staring at her and I was even smiling while staring as well.

I probably looked like a creep.

"Oh, nothing really. I'm just happy because I have the most beautiful girl ever!" I smile, carrying her up on my shoulders.

"Ah! Put me down!" Carrie laughs.

I put her down and go under the water, leaving her confused.

After being under the water for a few seconds and not being able to be under there any longer, I pop out of the water.

"Boo!" I grin.

"Harry!" Carrie shrieks, putting her hand where her heart is, "You scared the living crap out of me."

I laugh and grab her waist to pull her towards me, "Don't worry. You don't ever have to be scared. I'll always be there to save you."

She smiles and hugs me.

"It's starting to get dark, should we go in?" Carrie asks.

I look at the sun and see it slowly going down, "Yea, let's go in."

We get out of the water and grab our towels to dry ourselves.

After wrapping the towel around our half naked bodies, we walk towards the house and go inside.

"Here, wear this," I say, throwing Carrie a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

I take the towel off and grab a random t-shirt to put on.

When I glance at Carrie, expecting to see her changing as well, she is staring at me with wide eyes instead.

I smirk while putting the shirt on, "Like what you see?"

"W-What?" She blushes and turns around, "I'm not looking at anything."

I chuckle and put on some pants.

She begins to take off her towel, making my own eyes widen.

"Y-You're changing here?" I stutter, looking at the back of her.

"Well, why not?" She turns to me and smirks.

"I don't have a problem. I-I just thought you would go in the bathroom to change like you usually do."

"Well, I thought it was getting a little boring changing alone. I rather put on a little show," She says seductively.

I feel myself grow hard by her words.

She puts her hands behind her, beginning to untie the top of her bikini but then stops.

"I'm joking. I'm not changing with you here," She laughs, running into the bathroom and locking the door.