Submerged (Mermaid Harry Styles fanfic)

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Arabella and I had to quickly pull Harry under. He kept muttering fisherish, that we couldn’t understand. We were practically pulling him away. He wouldn’t move. If we weren’t in water already I would suspect he was crying.

I was mentally scolding myself for letting him do this. I knew something bad would happen. Now he was going to be sad.

Arabella and I plopped him down on my bed. You would think he would sit up but he just stared at the sand crusted ceiling.

“D-did you see Louis?” He choked out.

“Who’s Louis?”

“My best friend.”

“Was he on the boat with you?” I asked politely. He nodded his head a yes.

“What does he look like?”

“He’s kind of short, he has a scruffy beard, and moppy hair,” He said with a slight smirk.

“Yes I think we saw him,” I looked over at Arabella with a look that asked if she knew what the deep sea he was going on about. She just gave a shrug as a response.

“H-he was crying. I’ve never seen him cry before. The whole four years I’ve known him I’ve never seen the lad cry. You think after all the drama we’ve been through and the hits to the balls he would’ve at least had his eyes water. But no. He’s crying because of me.”

I patted him on the back as he went on about some of the memories of him and Louis together. I smiled as he told stories.

“Who’s your best friend, Waverly?”

I was taken aback by the question. I had to think about this. “I have a couple. You know Arabella over there she’s one of them,” even though she’s forced to be, “and Clamilla. She’s not around anymore. She got clamydia and her dad got mad and shipped her off to some refish place.”

“Oh how lovely.”

I nodded my head. Well this just got awkward. We both sat side by side on my large clam bed. Arabella was messing with Click Click. I heard a sniff beside me. Harry looked utterly upset.

“Hey Harry you okay?”

He shook his head no.

I punched his shoulder, “Don’t be such a Debby Drowner. Come on you’re a merman now, don’t pass up the oppor-tuna-ty.”

He seemed to mentally debate with himself. “I guess I should put my best foot forward with this right?”

“Harry…… sorry to tell you this but mermaids can’t put their best foot forward. We don’t have feet.” I motioned to our scaley tails.

He smiled and then started laughing.

“Hey guys I gotta go,” Arabella said, “I have a fishday shellibration for my sister, Stsea tonight.”

We said our goodbyes. Once she left I was left alone. With Harry.

“So…….” I trailed out.

“So……..”

After what felt like forever of just twiddling my tail back and forth waiting for one of us to speak Harry piped up, “You know a lot about me. Let me know about you.”

“Shore what do you want to know?”

“I don’t know just basic facts about you. Like what’s your favorite school subject?”

“Hmm that’s a hard one. I hated school, but I guess the one I tolerated the most was Algae-bra.”

“I liked that too,” He said with a slight smile.

I looked into his seaweed green eyes.  He had a slight twinkle to them.

He asked several basic facts about me. We kept laughing and joking around. I didn’t realize it was late.

“Waverly this has been bothering me the whole time can I ask why?”

“Yeah what is it.”

He seemed embarrassed to ask, “Um why do um you wear um seashells as you know your um shirt?” His cheeks were a deep shade of pink.

I looked him straight in the eyes and said with a straight face, “Well B shells are too small for me and D shells are too big.”

He looked frightened.

Then I started laughing fishterically. Once he got that I was just joking around he started laughing too.

After we clamed down from our laughing fit Harry changed directions and asked, “You seem like you don’t like Mishell that much. Why is that?”

I had to think about this for a second, “She’s just so annoying and always up in my business all the time. Not to mention she’s so shellfish and a beach.”

He nodded his head, “My sister and I are like that sometimes too.”

“I don’t like talking about Mishell let’s talk aboat anyfin else.”

We talked for hours more. Laughing and just getting to know each other. I didn’t ever want it to end. Every time he would look at me I could feel little fishies swimming around in my stomach.

“Harry you are fintastic,” I suddenly blurted out. I totally did not mean for that to come out. My eyes went wide.

“What’d you say?” Harry giggled.

“N-Nofin,” I stammered.

“I think you’re pretty fintastic too, Waverly.”

I smiled. Then he smiled. “You have a pretty smile.” I could feel my cheeks turn red at his compliment.

“Thanks.”

“I mean it.”

I smiled and looked into his eyes.

“You’re really great, Waverly. I’m glad you saved me.”

“Thanks, you’re welc-“ I was cut off by him pressing his rosey red lips to mine.