The Bad Boy

Chapter 66

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        Harry and I walk for a little bit until we reach an area where the waves have pounded into the sand, creating a little bit of a layover, where shells are sticking out of it. The top of it is about as tall as my knees, so it's pretty big and I can't see the end

        "What are you going to do with these?" Harry asks as I crouch down and pull shells out of the sand, before dropping them into my bucket. they're perfectly shaped with no cracks or dents in them. Harry just stands there, of course, rocking on the balls of his feet and chewing on his lip. Sexy, but totally unproductive.

        "Help me Harry!" I whine.

        "What will you give me?" He asks, smirking and raising one of his eyebrows at me. He takes a step towards me.

        "Absolutely nothing." I smile back at him.

        He shakes his head, his tiny ponytail flopping a little bit. He's still smirking a little, on top of it all. He does step forward and bend down to pick up a shell. He drops it in the bucket, stands up, brushes his hands on his pants and says "i've done my part. I'm going to go make a call down that way, come meet me when you're done," He nods his head farther away frm our condo and takes off walking.

        I collect more shells and toss them in the bucket until it's full and then I walk towards where Harry said he was going. When I get down there, he's standing in front of the hangout. He steps back when he sees me and then gestures to a bunch of shells on the sand.

        I look harder until I realize that the shells spell "I love you".

        "Oh my gosh Harry!" I yell running towards him and dashing into his arms. He's so goofy, but he's adorable. He lifts my feet off the ground and spins me around.

        "Are you still thinking of calling me dipshit?" He asks.

        "Nope." I pop the p.

        "Good." he nods.

        "I'm going to call you dipshit 2." I laugh. "And I can't believe you didn't even try to kiss me."

        "Want me to?" He asks.

        "Only if you can catch me Dipshit 2!" I yell, taking off down the beach, my feet splashing up water.

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"I'm too tired to walk back." I whine to Harry. We walked forever down the shore, him chasing me for a long time. We splash water up left and right forever, running in the ankle deep water. We must have already been gone for an hour. We just start to walk back now.

"What do you want me to do about that?" He asks.

"What do you think?" I hit him across his incredibly toned and muscled chest.

"I don't think, really." He shrugs.

"That's not true." I groan.

"Nope, it actually isn't. I think about you, naked, kissing me...." He leads off, once again, smirking at me, the corner of his mouth turned up.

"So do you get Holidays and Sundays off, or is being a totaly perv a full time job?" I ask.

"It's a calling." He shrugs.

"You're disgusting." I scoff.

"So, that means you don't want a ride on my back?" He asks, smirking once again. I swear he was born with that look on his face. He wakes up with it, goes to bed with it.....

"Does this answer your question?" I let him walk a few more steps forward and then charge, leaping up onto his back and wrapping my legs around his waist.

His arms quickly snake under neath my thighs to support me. That's the part of me that I've always been self conscious about. I feel like my thighs are too big. They fill out my jeans a bit, more than normal, but everyone just tells me I'm big boned. I think it's because I'm so tall, that they think that.

"Are my thighs big?" I ask Harry, wrapping my arms around his neck as he walks down the beach.

"Steph....." he groans.

"Honest to God Harry, are they big?" I ask.

"This might only happen once. I'm going to get all sappy and lovey here. this is what my mom used to tell Gemma when she went through an eating phase in primary school." He says. "You're in shape. Round is a shape."

He snickers as I beat the top of his head. "I hate you. put me down." I whine.

"I'm kidding Steph. I love you and all you're little things." He says. "I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved you stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly."

"Are you quoting Liam, Louis and Zayn's old band?" I ask. They had a band in high school, and they were extremely popular for a long time.

"I am." He laughs. "It's true though Steph."

"Whatever." I giggle. He's so retarded.

"I love you." He coos.

"Stop provoking me." I lean forward and plant a kiss by his ear, at the start of his jaw.

"Stop provoking you? What do you think you're doing to me right this very second?" He asks, his voice strained as I continue to kiss around his ear.

"Sorry." I sigh, propping my chin on his shoulder.

We walk back to the chair in silence and Ally is asleep under sunglasses, while Niall is messing around on his phone. Harry sets me down on the chair and I pull my book back out of my bag.

"He's retarded." Harry points out.

"Nicholas Sparks is the best author ever." I argue. Just like that he's f***** up again.

"All his stories are the same." Harry argues.

"Fight me!" I growl, slipping my sunglasses back over my eyes. I shoot out of the chair. "But only if you can catch me!"