Harry
After we splashed about and had some fun, Mena and I had some of the fruit we collected. We sat and talked about random things, nothing necessarily serious. We talked about the boys and her friends, things like that. It was cool to just sit and talk to someone about stuff. Talking with Mena made me feel like I could tell her anything, almost like when I was talking to the lads.
We lay in the sand until late afternoon. I found myself not having to think about what I was saying, I was wrapped up in my thoughts about Mena.
"I want to leave this stupid island and go back to my mates...my life! Ugh," I said, frustrated. Mena went silent and I looked at her. There was definite hurt in her chocolate brown eyes as she pushed away from me, sitting up. "Mena, what's wrong?"
"Don't you care about me?" Mena asked softly. I could see her eyes filling with tears. What did I say?! "Mena..."
"Ugh, I can't believe myself!" she exclaimed, wiping furiously at her eyes. I reached out to comfort her but she took one look at me before turning away. What the hell? I was so confused! I got up and walked away, giving her space to be alone with her thoughts.
I stood by the water's edge, staring out at the sea, trying to figure out what on earth just happened, when I heard, "Rawwrr!!" Before I could turn around, Mena jumped on my back, tackling me to the ground.
"I'm sorry," she whispered in my ear. I rolled over with her still straddling me. She was extremely close, her face only an inch or two away from mine, and she was looking directly into my eyes. She was grinning, making a grin spread across my own face. "I'm sorry about that back there. I, uh, don't really know what came over me," she said uncertainly.
Without thinking, my hand went to her cheek, so soft and tender. I didn't care if she felt the same about me; I just knew that she, Mena, was my true love.
I felt her hands move from my chest to my sides and then...she started tickling me. Oh no! I started laughing hysterically! I was really ticklish. "Stop, Menaaa!"
My hands found their way to her sides and revenge was taking place. I rolled her over until I was on top, tickling her. She was squirming and giggling. "Harry, stop!"
"Not until you say that I am a sexy beast and that I have the best hair in the world!" I exclaimed.
"I won't!" She yelled, laughing. I tickled her even more and then she shouted, "Ok, ok! You're a sexy beast and you have the best hair in the world! Now get off me, Curly!"
"YES!" I shouted in victory, laughing along with her.
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We sat and watched the sunset, talking again. When darkness had spread for what felt like a very long time, Mena and I headed to the clearing to try and get some sleep. Instead of sleeping away from each other, for the first time, we snuggled together under one of the blankets we had found.
I was nearly asleep when I heard Mena say, "I miss my friends and family too, I miss my home. But when we get back, I'm pretty sure you're just going to forget about little 'ol me. I don't really want that to happen, but I know it will and I've accepted it. That's why I freaked out earlier when you said you wanted to leave..."
"I will never forget you, lovely Mena," I said slowly, willing her to know how I felt. "Never."
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Take Me Home...Or Not! (Harry Styles One Shot)
Fanfiction(Completed) Mena was a normal girl. She had a normal life and weird friends who had an obsession with One Direction. She on the other hand, couldn't stand them. She was headed home, to New York, from London when two of the most unthinkable things ha...
