Harry Please.

Part 11

SKYE'S POV: "Go just a little bit further, I wanna take you somewhere!" I directed Harry, and he followed my instructions. We ended up at a part of the beach where it is so peaceful at night, and the sand has barely been touched. Getting out of the car, I skipped to the shore and he walked, following me. "I used to come here when I would want to think and just get away.. LA is not all it seems to be." I said. "is that so?" he had a cheeky grin on his face.. smartass. "YES SO. I just want to get out of here.." I said, dipping my toes in the water. "yeah, I wouldn't want to be living where you are; it must be the most boring, depressing place to be!" he said, trying to hold back his laughter. "Hey!" I remarked, picking up a sandball and throwing it straight at him, hitting him in the chest. He looked up at me, "are we really gonna start this again, Skye?" I could see the payback in his eyes, and all of a sudden he started running after me. I ran away as he chased me down the beach, and he eventually caught up to me. He picked me up, swung me around, and we both fell from losing our balance. More laughter. I must have a sixpack by now. He fell on his back, and I landed right on top of him, and he was holding me tightly at the waist. "Ewww haha!" I giggled while picking seaweed out of his curly locks, and there it was. The stare that you have right before you kiss. It was magical, I was so lost in his eyes that I couldn't help but crash my lips to his. I realized that I just made the first move.... Oh no he probably doesn't want to move this fast. I pulled away, embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry..." "don't be." he breathed, grabbing my face and kissing my harder. I kissed back, no hesitation. It felt so right to be with him. He was so charming, and lovable. I could stay like this forever.