Chapter 65

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Harry's P.O.V.

We soon arrive back at our condo, and everyone wants to go back to the beach. I really would rather sit around and make out with Steph, but I'm not going to complain. I'll do anything to see Stephanie in a bikini the whole day. Anything.

I really do think everyone needs to calm down a bit too. The whole ride home was spent yelling at each other. It was Ally and Niall against me and Steph. Niall and Ally were angry about us pushing them off the boat, while we insisted it was just a joke. It wasn't our fault Dipshit wouldn't stop being a dipshit and Ally doesn't have good judgement! We pretty much solved all of our problems, but Ally is still really mad at me. It might have to do with me calling her a prissy bitch........

I think about all of this as we all head back down to the ocean. Steph still seems a little bit mad, but I think me falling out of the parasail might have fixed that until I f***** it up on the ride home. She didn't talk to me while we changed and gathered our stuff, but she didn't avoid conversation either, instead opting to speak when spoken to but not any other time Ally is obviously fuming, and Disphit refuses to pick a side, once again proving his title is extremely appropriate. We fall into our chairs, and Steph slides her sunglasses on over her eyes as she pulls out some Nicholas Sparks book. I hate that guy and I've never even read any of his books. My mom used to read them and they'd give her false hope that she'd find a guy like one of the perfect plastic models in his book. Needless to say, she hasn't.

I shake these thoughts out of my head, instead opting to look at Stephanie, who looks extra perfect in her white bikini. Ally and Niall have engaged in conversation.

"hey, Steph, want to go for a walk?" I ask.

She purses her lips and furrows her brow. I want to reach out and smooth out the wrinkle in her forehead, but I resist. Finally she nods curtly and climbs off her chair, putting her book back into her bag and grabbing a little green bucket from the bag of sand toys behind the chairs.

"What's that for?" I ask as we start off down the beach.

"It's for sea shells. We need like, two of these to take back. I'm going to make you a lamp for your apartment!" She giggles.

I hope she's not seriously thinking I would ever put that in my house. She sees my shock and laughs harder. "I was joking!! Maybe we should just start calling you dipshit." She giggles, hitting me playfully on the chest.

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