Live While We're Young

Chapter 18

I sit on the shore, my hair dripping. 

"A nice swim. Just us, no insane fans or anyone else." he says. 

"It was," I say with a smile. 

I look over at Harry and he leans in to kiss me. 

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me on top of him, him sitting on the beach, me sitting in his lap. 

He leans his forehead against mine. 

"You have no clue how much I love you," he says. 

"Not as much as I love you," I say. 

"I love you more, but I'm not playing that game," 

I giggle. 

He leans in an kisses me again. 

Every time we kiss, I feel sparks. It's like a firework show going off on my lips, a race going on in my heart, butterflies breaking out of my stomach! 

This is one of the things I love the most, kissing him. 

Everything is free and open. I'm relaxed, I'm with the one I love, it's perfect. 

I wake up and go into the kitchen. 

"We're almost out of food!" I yell. 

"WHAT?!" Niall screams, racing into the kitchen. 

"It doesn't matter anyways, we are leaving tomorrow.." Harry mumbles. 

"Can we go out to eat?" I ask. 

"Yeah, why don't you invite Lucy?" Niall says. "I miss her a lot." 

I laugh and text Lucy. 

'Hey babe wanna come out to eat with the boys and I? Niall misses you a lot(;' 

"Have you two been talking still?" I ask. 

"Yeah, we Skype every night!" He says. 

"That's good," I say. 

"Why don't you get ready," Harry says, "I washed your favorite sweatpants." 

"Okay," I say. 

I go in and throw on the sweatpants, and one of Harry's shirts. This one has a picture of Pikachu on it. 

I walk out to the kitchen, stopping when I hear Harry's voice. 

"I think I might've gone too far yesterday.. Not anything horrible, but I feel like I'm taking things too fast for her, and it's making me nervous," Harry says. 

"What?" Niall says back. 

"I'm not quite sure, okay? She seems to act...different. But I'm not sure! If I am, what am I going to do?! We are heading back to London to record TOMORROW! I can't just take things fast then just leave!" Harry whispers harshly. 

"I don't know, Harry! This is your problem." Niall says. 

I walk back to the bedroom and lay on the bed. He's just over thinking. 

Harry comes through the door. 

"Ready?" He asks. 

"Just gotta put on makeup," I say. 

"We are going out to breakfast, not going to prom," he reassures me. 

"Right," I say. "So I'm ready then, I guess." 

We drive there, all five boys, and Lucy and I. 

W all take a seat at a booth, and a lady arrives to us quickly to take our orders.

"Two chocolate chip pancakes," the lady says. 

"Here," says Lucy, grabbing her plate. 

"French toast with maple syrup?" 

"Here," Harry says, grabbing his plate. 

"Strawberry shortcake with a can of whipped cream?" 

"HERE!" Louis screams while taking his food, causing us to laugh. 

"Omelet with bacon?" 

"Meeee!" I say, grabbing my food swiftly. 

"Mashed potatoes, gravy, chicken wings, and barbecue sauce?" 

"Here!" Niall says, his eyes lighting up as he takes the food. 

"Niall you don't get fat...lucky!" I say. 

"Peanut butter on an English muffin?" 

"Yep," Zayn says, taking his food. 

"Bagel with cream cheese must be yours," she says, handing Liam his bagel. 

"Thank you ma'am," Liam says. 

"Any day sweetheart," she says, shuffling off. 

We all start eating, except Niall who started eating his right when he got it. 

"Wait was I supposed to wait?" He says. 

"It polite to wait," I say. 

"Pfft. Oops," he says. 

We eat in silence for a while, aside from the murmur coming from other people in the restaurant. 

"So Liam, are you getting better?" I ask, breaking the silence. 

He nods. 

"You sure?" 

He nods again. 

"You know, words are nice," 

He shrugs. 

I steal his plate of food. 

"Hey, give it back," he says, yanking it from my hand. 

"At least I got you to speak," I say. 

He mumbles something under his breath, then the rest of the meal is silent. 

"Here's your bill," says the lady. 

"Thank you," Louis says, paying for the bill. 

Normally I would offer to pay for it but I have no money. 

We walk out, Niall has his arm around Lucy's waist, and Harry and I would be holding hands if it weren't for these crutches.. Then there's Louis and Zayn holing pinkies and skipping, which is making me laugh. 

"Get on my back," Harry says. 

I listen and get onto his back, and he takes my crutches. 

"Harry I'm going to miss you so much, it's not even funny," I say. 

"Live for the moment, don't think about tomorrow," he says.