Sunflower Café

10

...Met this girl down by the vine,
Had long tan legs and big brown eyes,
Seemed the type I would wanna make mine...

–H

"Come," she urged, "let's go skinny dipping."

     Amaya's hands were outstretched to him with her palms were open in invitation. Her eyes glinted with excitement while she waited for Harry to comply, the smirk on her lips never faltering.

     Harry took uneasy steps towards her, his eyes tried to search her's, asking cautiously, "Are you sure?"

     The singer worried as he noticed her disheveled state. The beauty no longer held the perfectly composed state she'd arrived in; she now sported red, lidded eyes, a messy bun atop her head, and a wrinkled dress underneath a barely-strewn-on leather jacket; as she half-consciously invited him to get naked together.

But Harry didn't look any better himself.

His eyes struggled to stay open as he willed himself to stay upright, his hair unruly by the wind that blew about, and his shirt creased where Amaya had held onto for support.

     "Yes! Come," she encouraged.

     Once Harry's hands slipped into hers, she pulled him into the water with her, walking backwards until the water reached their shins.

     "Here," she mumbled, tugging the end of his shirt up.

     Harry complied, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the sand next to their shoes before doing the same with his pants.

     He smirked when he noticed Amaya's eyes grow wide while she chewed on her bottom lip, her gaze practically humping his toned chest.

     "Like what you see, princess?"

     Her eyes drew back to his unashamed, she smirked in return, "I'm not going to deny it, Styles."

     Her eyes gleamed mischievously in return as she began to shrug off her jacket, capturing Harry's complete attention when she gripped the hem of her dress next, tugging it up painfully slow.

Harry knew she was playing with him, her eyes never leaving his while she undressed. A smug smile tugging on her lips while throwing the dress behind him, standing proudly in nothing but her black thong.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he stared at her body, his eyes marveling over the delicate brown skin he so badly wanted to kiss all over.

"Nipple piercings?" he mused.

The beauty wiggled her eyebrows and asked, "Yeah, you like?"

He didn't know how to answer with words—knowing if he did, an embarrassing frustrated sound would leave his lips instead.

So Harry just nodded as his cheeks flushed and he stared back up at her eyes, almost gasping when he was met with completely golden ones instead of her natural brown.

"Your eyes..." he stared in amazement.

     "What about them?" she worried, "Are they too red? Should I put in the eyedrops now?"

     "No..." his hands went to her waist to gently pulled her to him, his eyebrows furrowing while he studied her eyes closer.

     "No... they're golden."

     "Oh, that!" her hands traveled to his biceps, pushing back to create a small distance between them, "Yeah, it happens sometimes, when I'm in the sun."