Meant To Be

Chapter 22

Meant To Be 22:

When I woke up, I was really confused. I heard Harry showering in the private bathroom, and looked down to see me in my bra and underwear. "What the?" I started to say. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Harry had stopped showering I guess, because she came up behind me in only a towel and said "Morning love." I whipped around, my blonde waves flying. "Did you do this?" I asked him, referring to my undergarments. "No!" He said, finally noticing it. "I guess you got hot or something at night, and um, that happened."  I giggled and kissed his lips. I had to step on mu tippy toes to reach him, due to my 5'5 frame compared to his 5'10. "Let's foot the beach today." I told him as his lips traveled from my neck to my lips. I could tell he wanted more, but I stopped. "Not unless we're married." I told him ridiculously, being a total prude. But the truth was, I was nervous. "Ok, fine with me. Will you marry me Layla?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes. "Be serious, Harry!" "I am!" He cried, and I snapped the back of his boxers. "Ow! Your a devilish one!" He cried, rubbing his butt. "Watch it, or there's more where that came from!" "Promise?" I heard him mumble. I threw my hairbrush at him, and he laughed and ducked. I quickly change into jean shorts and Harry's Jack Wills sweatshirt. It was the most comfortable thing ever, and I was always stealing it from him. I walked out of the room and gasped. The 2 side walls were made entirely of glass, showing off the beautiful beach and city. The hotel was literally right on the beach. I ran back into my room, and changed into my red strapless bikini with thin white stripes. I put on a white tank top and jean shorts. Then I grabbed my bag. "Who's coming with me?" I asked. Harry was the only one ready, and the other said they'd be down in a big. Liam was the only one who actually came, almost as excited for the beach as I was. I was about to run out onto the beach, when Paul caught me by my waist and swung me around so I was back next to Harry. I folded my arms across my chest and have him my death stare. "PAUL! I want to go swim!" I said. "Not yet. We have to get the beach secured." I looked at him confusingly. "Why? Harry and Liam will be hidden, I'll make sure of it." Paul sighed. "You don't get it, do you?" Paul said. "Your famous now, Layla. People are going to hound you for autographs, or kill you for dating Harry." It finally clicked in my head. I was popular.