Francesca Hallaway is a school teacher who lives in a flat in West Hampstead with her best friend Amelia. Her life is anything but simple, many things having affected her over the years but she considers herself a fairly normal woman, living a fairl...
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"Come on, play me one song" Frankie asks as she sits crossed legs on the couch in Harry's room two days later.
The past two days have been filled with sun, flirting and kissing. The two have yet to leave each other's sides for more than a few hours at a time, both agreeing that they needed to spend more time with their friends. But when their friends questioned the reason they weren't with each other and they told them their answer, they immediately sent them back to each other.
It's now the afternoon of New Year's Eve and their friends' gave them the day to fully spend together before the big party on the beach that night. They had just been at the beach, spending time reading and swimming before heading over to Harry's to relax and get ready for the night ahead. Harry's now standing in front of her in a towel after getting rid of the excess sand that he brought home from the beach with his guitar in hand while Frankie sits on the couch in one of his shirts and a pair of his briefs.
"What would you like to hear?" He asks her with a wide smile on his face.
"Anything" She grins excitedly and he chuckles before playing a few chords of a song he wrote for another artist.
He begins singing and she watches him with heart eyes, drinking in every word he sings. He finishes after the first chorus, looking down at her shyly and she jumps into him excitedly. But it's Frankie, so nothing can go smoothly.
Her arms loop around his neck, but instead of wrapping her legs around his waist, her foot get stuck on his towel and when she drops her foot, the towel goes with it. The two stop, Harry's arms holding the guitar, her's around his neck, one of her legs around his waist, the other wrapped in the towel while they stare at each other with wide eyes.
Frankie's face is bright red, and so is Harry's before he bursts out laughing causing her to follow his lead. She throws her head onto his shoulder in laughter and his head leans against hers. They stand in this position for the next few minutes until their laughter dies down. Harry somehow manages to drop his guitar on the couch, before wrapping his arms around her fully while they laugh. Once their laughter has dies down, he looks at her while she looks everywhere but his.
"I'm sorry" She smiles awkwardly and he just shakes his head with a chuckle before lifting her face to his and kissing her.
"I needed a shower anyways" He teases once they pull away and she playfully slaps his chest before unlatching herself from him. "Would you uh would you like to join me?" He asks nervously and she ponders for a moment before nodding, making him grin.
"On one condition" She holds up her pointer finger and he nods, "could we have a bath rather?" she smiles and he quickly nods before rushing into the bathroom and putting on the water. "M'just gonna grab a few things from my room cause I'll get ready here?" she suggests and she hears a please come from Harry.
"You're having a bath with him?" Amelia asks shocked on the phone.
