A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

Shark Infested Waters.

"OH MY GOD!!" Niall's screaming was so loud that all the tourists on the beach could probably hear him, which would be remarkable since we were at least two miles offshore. "THIS IS SO TERRIFYING!"

My arms were tightly wrapped around Harry's shirtless torso as he sped over the huge waves that were coming in from the east. Harry and I were leading the four jet-skies that were rented out for us. Zayn and Niall had their own jet skis, while Liam and Jayden shared the third one.

Still clinging onto Harry (for dear life), I turned around to look behind me. The yacht that we were once standing on a couple of moments ago, already looked like a tiny spec from where we were. I imagined Sophia and Louis were already lying out on their beach towels at the bow of the yacht, sipping on mimosas and bathing in the morning sun.

Harry jumped a wave, causing the jet ski to fly a little higher in the air than the last jump. When we crashed back down to the water, I squealed and held onto Harry a little tighter. "Harry!"

He laughed loudly at my fear, not daring to slow down.

"You just caught so much air, Harry!" I heard Zayn yell from behind us. "Do it again!"

"No!" I quickly fired back at Zayn. "Don't encourage him! I want to live past thirty!"

Harry laughed again.

This was the first time I've seen Harry in three days. Three days. That was the longest we've ever gone without seeing each other since we started dating. Ever since Harry sent me those flowers at work, I've been panicky. Very panicky. I was freaking out about us. I still didn't know what to do, and I sure as hell wasn't ready to talk to Harry about it.

So I avoided him.

I avoided him like the plague.

Every night he called me after he finished up at the studio, I would instantly lie to him about being busy. I would tell him I was taking Grandpa Gene to the movies. Or that I was babysitting Sophia's cousins. Or that I was having dinner with my dad (which, by the way, was the worst lie of all. I was surprised Harry didn't catch onto my fabricated stories when I told him that one). Of course, Harry was Harry and didn't question anything that came out of my mouth. He was patient, sweet, and perfect. And it made my wrong-doing feel even worse.

"You're still coming out with us on the yacht tomorrow morning, right?" Harry asked me over the phone last night when I was... 'on my way home from dinner with my dad'. What I was actually doing was sitting out on my porch, gnawing at my bottom lip until it was raw. It definitely didn't help that Harry sounded sleepy over the phone when he spoke. His voice was extra raspy and rough. It gave me goosebumps. I could imagine him lying across his bed at the Presidential Suite with an arm resting behind his head.

"Yeah," I responded softly. "Yeah, of course, I am."

"Good." I could hear his smile on the other side of the line. "I miss you. Three days are much too long for us to be apart."

I wanted to say something to him, right there and then on the phone. He opened the can of worms. I could have easily said, 'Three days? Imagine three months. By the way, are we ever going to talk about you leaving at the end of summer?'.

But I didn't.

Instead, I said, "I miss you too."

Because it was true.

It was so true.

"Harry, wait!" I heard Jayden shout a couple of waves behind us. "Niall fell off!"

Harry turned his head to look behind us before immediately slowing our jet ski down. He steered us around and slowed when we reached Niall's little head bobbing in the water.

"You alright there, Niall?" Liam asked as Jayden parked their jet ski next to ours. Zayn finally caught up to us and slowed down next to Niall's empty jet ski.

"Yeah, I'm grande." He answered, coughing up a bit of water before swimming back over to his jet ski. "These waves are killer!"

"Niall, don't swim too fast. There are hundreds of sharks swimming under you right now. They'll bite your toes off." I teased.

"Stop it! You're lyin'!" Niall suddenly cried, swimming even faster to his stalled jet ski. Liam started laughing when Niall struggled to get back on. When he did, he pointed right at me. "You're a cruel woman, Vita. I just peed me pants!"

I loved getting a rise out of Niall. He was so easy to tease. When I'd get him riled up enough, his Irish accent would get extra thick and he'd always give me his funniest grump face. Even though Sophia denies her relationship with Niall, I was convinced they were perfect for each other. He's kind, funny and downright adorable with his chubby cheeks and blue eyes. He was good for Sophia because he balanced out her loud Latina ways.

I actually got along really well with the rest of Harry's bandmates when we would all hang out. I learned over the past few weeks just how different they were from one another. While Niall was the cute and adorable Irish one, Liam was the clever one (who always hung out with Jayden, I noticed), Louis was the sarcastic, funny one, and Zayn was the shy one. It always took Zayn a couple of minutes to really break out of his shell when we would hang out.

"Race you bitches back to the boat!" Jayden exclaimed, already revving his jet ski back to life. He did a quick loop around the rest of us before heading back to the yacht.

"Tally-ho!" Liam yelled, standing up behind Jayden (probably not the safest way to travel via jet ski) as he pointed onwards to the yacht.

"Hey, no fair! You lot got a head start!" Niall shouted, driving his own jet ski after them, quickly followed by Zayn.

"Ready?" Harry turned his head to look at me while the others zoomed off. "Hold on!"

I was fixing my hair into a higher ponytail when Harry jerked the jet ski forward, causing me to shriek loudly before hastily re-wrapping my arms around Harry's waist. I started laughing when I noticed how adamant Harry was to catch up with everyone else. He looked so determined with his brows creasing right into his sunglasses.

"What?" He beamed after catching me trying to hide my laughter.

"Nothing." I giggled back, lightly tickling the front of his abdomen with my fingers. He flexed away from them almost immediately. I knew full well that was his sensitive spot. "I'm just...this is fun. I'm having a good time!"

Harry reached down for one of my hands and kissed the top of it as his response. I grinned, resting my cheek against his hardback. I pushed away any kind of anxiety about us breaking up and enjoyed the moment. He was unbearably perfect.

Of course, that moment didn't last long.

When we parked the jet skies behind the yacht, the boys were already preparing to go snorkeling in the water. Everyone except Niall, of course. I spooked him right out of the ocean with my shark comment. Since I really didn't feel like getting my hair wet, I decided to accompany Niall on the top deck of the yacht since an early brunch buffet was patiently waiting to get eaten.

The yacht was a pretty snazzy, expensive-looking thing. It must have cost their label a boatload of money to just rent for the day--pun very much intended. It was definitely much bigger than my dad's yacht and even came with wait staff and a captain.

"See, this is why I like you, Vita." Niall's voice came out muffled as he tried to speak with his mouth full. Once we picked out our food, we moved over to the outside part of the deck and sat down at the bar so we could look out at the ocean. "Unlike Sophia, you love to eat. Where I'm from, it's not an option to be Vegan."

"I'll take that as a compliment." I laughed, chewing on one of the cheese cubes I picked off a kabob stick. "Do you miss home?"

"Yeah, 'course I do," Niall replied easily, taking a sip of his drink. "Definitely don't miss the weather though. It's absolute crap! Rains every single day, I'll tell ya. We never get days like this."

I smiled at him before looking back at the ocean. I could see Harry, Louis and Zayn swimming at the edge of the boat, with their multi-colored snorkels sticking out of the water. Jayden and Liam ditched the snorkelers altogether and were challenging each other to try and swim under the yacht, which was really starting to freak me out.

"Can't believe we'll have to be leaving this paradise in two weeks."

I whipped my head around to Niall so fast, I experienced whiplash. "Wait. What did you just say? Two weeks? Did I hear that right?"

My voice was frantic and my eyes were wide as I watched Niall take another large swig from his drink.

"Yeah, we're leaving in two weeks." Niall's voice was slower, watching my surprised and frantic expression carefully. "Didn't Harry tell you? We have one more week of recordin' left and then another week of editing and re-dos. We leave two weeks from tomorrow."

I stared at Niall with my mouth open.

"Are you playing a prank on me because of that shark comment? It's not funny Niall." I sounded desperate and panicky. "Swear on your life that you're not joking."

"I wish that I was," Niall replied. "Harry really didn't tell you?"

I sucked in my bottom lip and shook my head.

"Oh boy." He whistled, running a hand through his blonde mop of hair.

There was no way that could be true. Two weeks!? I wanted to scream. I thought I had more time. I thought we had more time. There were another four weeks left of summer, and I thought they would be here until then. Harry hasn't said one thing about them leaving in two weeks. Two weeks. God, I couldn't get my head around it. Two weeks was nothing.

A rush of worry and fear hit me like a strike of lightning. It was all happening so fast. I turned away from Niall and looked back at the water, trying to prevent myself from crying. I suddenly felt hurt that Harry hasn't said anything. How am I supposed to interpret that? Did he even care? Didn't he realize I had a say in how this played out too?

Oh God. This was bad. This was really bad.