Heres To Us 1

Chapter 15

Adelaine’s POV

“Ice cream?” Harry asks.

“Ice cream.” I smile and nod my head. Our first day here on vacation and Harry and I are already bonding.

It’s dark now and we’re still in our bathing suits.

I feel an arm tug me back. “You two have not seemed to stop talking to one another.” Gemma whispers. “We’re just trying to get along.” I shrug. “I’ll leave you two to get ice cream alone.” She winks.

“No. Please!” I beg. “Harry! I don’t feel good. I’m going to call a cab.” She ignores my pleads and walks her own way.

I shake off my nervousness and catch up to Harry. “So you know any ice cream parlors around here?” I ask.

“Just the best one around here.” He says proudly. “What’s your favorite flavor?” I ask as we continue to walk in streets.

“I actually don’t really know. I’ll eat just about any flavor.” He looks up. “Oh my gosh. You can see stars here.” My voice sounds weird since my head is pointed up.

“Yeah. They’re pretty.” He glances back down at me. I act like I didn’t hear him and startup another conversation.

“Let’s play a game.”

“What kind of game?” He asks.

“Twenty questions.” I smile. I feel an urge to take his hand in mine.

“Okay, you go first.”

“Can you hold my hand?” I blurt out and immediately regret it. “Sure.” He takes it and boy were his hands soft.

“Okay now you.” I squeeze his hand. “What’s your favorite color?” He asks. ”Blue.”

The game went on for a while until we finally reached the ice cream parlor. “Do you want to eat here or back on the beach?” He lets go of my hand to open the door for me. I must be dreaming.

“Back on the beach.” I answer and walk into the parlor.

***

“Do you ever miss your old life?” I ask Harry as we lie down on a picnic blanket below the dark sky.

“Not really. I’d be happy either way.” He shrugs. “What do you mean?” I ask. “I mean, that if I wasn’t famous; I’d still be happy.”

“How’s that?”

“I’d still have people that I care about around me.” I can see his smile even though it was dark. His dimples indented in his cheeks. I totally regret saying George’s were better.

“I like you’re dimples.” I say bravely. “Thank you. I like you’re –“ Harry didn’t seem to know what to say.

“I like your face.” He completed and I laughed. “Is that a good thing?”

“If I said I like your face, then yes; it’s a good thing.” He chuckles. I’ve never seen this side of Harry. I guess all we really had to do is take time to get to know each other.

“Then thank you.” I scoot closer. “I’m sorry.” He sits up. “For what?” I lean on my elbows. “Being a jerk to you all these years.” I can read his expression. A mixture of seriousness and disappointment.

“I’m sorry too. I’ve always been such a bitch.” I say honestly. “We should just start over.” I add.

“Okay. Let’s say we hop off this 'sorry train' and do something fun?” He stands up. “Like what?”

“We should go stroll around the city! We’re in the Bahamas for crying out loud.” He helps me up. “Oh, we should rent a motorcycle!” I suggest.

“Let’s go then.” He takes my hand without permission and drags me behind.

“Here. I don’t want you busting your head open.” Harry hands me a helmet. “Thanks.” I take it and it surprisingly smells good.

I watch as Harry turns the motorcycle on and the loud noise makes me flinch. “Hop on.” Harry pats the small space behind him.

“Okay. But you promise you know how to drive this thing, right?” I slowly get on. “Trust me.” His voice sounds muffled.

“Okay, I trust you.” I exhale deeply and swing my right leg around the seat. I wrap my arms around Harry’s lower chest and place my chin on his shoulder.

“I could get used to this.” I laugh.

“Me too.” He drives off without warning me and I gasp. “You’re not used to these are you?” He has to speak up loudly since the mixture of wind and public noise is loud.

“Nope. You’re my first for a motorcycle ride.” I answer. “Just hang on tight and enjoy your surroundings.” I can hear a smile in his voice.

I can’t help but smile myself. This is the first time I’ve actually had any fun.