Thahmena
It had now been three days since we'd been on that freaking island. Harry and I would go swimming or collect fruit, but other than that, there was nothing much to do. Sometimes things would get awkward when we accidentally touched or I glanced up and found him staring at me. But everything changed at night, in the clearing.
We would sleep away facing away from each other but when we woke in the morning...we would be snuggled together! I couldn't say I didn't like it, but thinking about how I probably made it uncomfortable for him always crossed my mind. But the big question was how did we end up in that position in the first place?
One morning, I woke to find a still sleeping Harry, light snores escaping his lips. I took this very valuable time to...study his perfect features! Good use of spare time, isn't it?
His features were impeccable; it was kind of hard to believe. His nose was angular and his jawline was almost perfectly sculpted. He had this kind of unique beauty about him; words could not really justify it. Then there were his lips...so plump and perfect...
"Don't stare, love, its rude," Harry muttered in his husky morning voice, not even opening his eyes. There was a smile playing on his lips. I was scared out of my mind! How did he know I was staring?!
"I wasn't...staring!" Well that was totally convincing, wasn't it?
"Sure you weren't," he said, opening his eyes to look down at me. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, meaning that I was blushing - fiercely. Talk about embarrassing!
"Ummm...anyway..." I was trying desperately to come up with something, anything, to change the topic so naturally, and quite stupidly, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Let's make a sandcastle!" I mentally slapped myself. Did I seriously just say that? Sandcastle, for real? Brilliant, just brilliant.
I probably said that out loud since Harry burst out laughing even more. I had since sat up so I just watched him rolling around, laughing. I rolled my eyes, hoping to god he wouldn't make too much fun out of me. He jumped up and offered his hand to help me up. "Well, let's get started then, Mena!"
Oh, did I mention he had started calling me Mena? My heart flip flopped in my chest as he said it, as usual. I took his hand and asked, "Are you for real, Curly?"
He nodded, grinning. We walked through the brush and onto the beach, Harry running ahead and plopping down like a child. I giggled and sat down next to him, our arms touching.
"Curly," I said, trying to be serious even though Harry was playing in the sand like a toddler.
"Yes, Ms. Mena?" He asked in a baby voice.
We both started laughing. "Ok, Ok, so let's start!" I exclaimed excitedly. After a couple hours of gruesome sandcastle making, we stood back to admire our handiwork.
"High-five, partner!" Harry exclaimed, raising his hand. I high-fived him back and said, "We're amazing. Just look at how amazing our work of art is!" It was really cool. We had made it big, Harry getting the sand, me collecting seashells, and both of us sculpting it. It came out great, if I do say so myself! If only I had my phone, I would take a picture of our awesomeness.
"Alright, since that's done..." Harry trailed off, looking at me mischievously.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked confusedly. Uh oh, some crazy chiz was about to go down. I started backing away.
"No, where are you going, Mena dear?" Harry asked in an evil voice. Me? I started running. He sensed this, grabbing me by the waist and swinging me over his shoulder.
"Harry Styles, put me down!" I shouted, laughing and pounding on his back. He took off running...straight into the water.
"Whooo!!" Harry screamed. "Oh, and by the way, you have a very nice bum!" He grinned and dropped me into the water. My bum...oh that's right, it was right next to his face! Ugh, and his British accent made it sound so awesome! Dammit, not good at all! I shot up from the water and started splashing him. "Muahaha," I laughed evilly.
"So that's how it's going to be, huh?" Harry asked when I paused splashing him. He splashed me straight in the face and we it was on once again!
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Take Me Home...Or Not! (Harry Styles One Shot)
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