Finding Harry

18. Finding Air

I don't have a bikini. 

I knew I was coming to stay in Florida and I didn't pack a fucking bikini. Every day I worry more and more for my sanity. In a huff I throw all my clothes back into my duffle bag and kick it under the bed.

Half past three in the morning I woke up today, Do you when I've ever woken up that early before? Never. Fucking never. And now after showering standing in the bedroom in a towel dripping water all over the hardwood floor, I'm realising it was all for nothing.  

With a sigh I sit down on the bed wondering what to do, and then I see it. I honestly don't know how it hasn't crossed my radar before, maybe because I didn't care enough to notice it. A large dark oak wardrobe stands next to the door with roses carved into each door.

I think back to my Mom's wooden box I found under the bed, she must of had a thing for roses.

Holding my towel to my body with one hand I stand up and head for the wardrobe, please for the love of god just have something I can wear in the water. I fling the door open, grinning when I spot a large cardboard box sitting on the bottom.

I crouch down and start rooting through it flinging out random tops, shorts and jackets till finally I get lucky. I let out a satisfied breath clutching a deep emerald green bikini in my hand. Mentally I cross my fingers hoping that fits as I chuck it down on the bed and quickly dry myself off with the towel before chucking it to the side watching as it lands on the back of the desk chair.

The bikini fits me almost perfectly, Looking at myself in the mirror almost makes me forget that I'm actually supposed to be going somewhere but I remember soon enough when I spot the scar just above my hip bringing me out of my excitement.

Unwanted memories start to rear their head of the night I acquired that mark, but as usual I use all my strength to push them deep, deep, I'm talking all the way down out my ass deep down. Spinning round I grab a pair of white shorts that I flung out of the closet earlier and a baby blue t-shirt scrambling to put them on as quick as possible.

I grab my phone, unplugging it from charge at the same time before getting the rest of my stuff. My hands hover over my earphones for a few seconds before I decide against taking them, I don't want them getting sandy or anything.

Shoving my converse on I hop on one foot as I struggle to put them on at the same time as walking towards the stairs, I smile and nod at myself when I manage to have them on when I reach the stairs. I leap down them two at a time, swinging myself round on the banister at the end so I can grab something from the kitchen.

Once I decide on a banana I scribble a note on my grandad's newspaper, which I assume he's going to read at breakfast, telling him I've gone early to meet Ray at so he can teach me to surf. A smile is on my face as I slide my sunglasses on and run down the front porch steps.

Project get me back to Seattle early, is on.  

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The sun hasn't even risen by the time I reach the beach, the sky glows with a soft purple and orange hue. A chill runs down my spine, it's not cold and the air is still but I still feel the need to wrap my arms around my body clutching to my elbows tightly.

Soft waves lap at the tide, My eyes flicker over to the rock wall that hides my cove before movement from the other side of the beach catches my undivided attention.

Ray is leaning over and rubbing something onto his yellow surfboard that he has laid down on the beach next to a slightly smaller white one, he's wearing a pair of dark blue swim shorts, I can see his black top bundled up in a ball on the sand next to his bag. I take my converse off, holding them in the same hand I have my phone in before stepping onto the sand and taking off towards him at full speed.