Summer Break

The morning like shone brightly threw the windows, causing me to blink for my eyes to adjust. I notice I’m still in the same position I was when I fell asleep, and Harry’s hand was on my bare back.
I looked up at my sleeping boy, the calmest look on his face. I smiled while moving my neck up to get a better look when I noticed how sore I was. I groaned, turning lightly one my back and attempted to stretch without waking Harry up.
If it wasn’t for the next accidentally loud groan that came out of my mouth from the soreness, I would have succeeded. But I didn’t, and Harry’s eyes fluttered open and met mine before closing again.
“Hmm, morning baby.” He exhaled, rolling to his side and pulling me into his chest.
“Good morning.” I answered softly, putting my hand on his chest moving my finger around on his skin.
I was sure Harry had fallen back asleep when he didn’t move or say anything after. So I kissed him lightly on the chest and decided to close my eyes and try to fall back asleep.
“Annabelle!” he exclaimed, right when I closed my eyes. He moved me away from his chest so we could look each other in the eyes. A smile was spread across my face as I looked at him. He was so damn bea- “Today’s your last day.” He looked at me with sad eyes, and the smile was gone.
I slowly exhaled and let my lids close over my eyes. “Dammit.” I whispered.
“I’m sorry love, I just…” he trailed off.
“I know, it’s okay Harry.” I shook my head, opening my eyes once again.
“No, you know what?” he raised my chin with his finger. “We are just going to pretend like it’s not your last day. We’ll just spend like any other day.”
“Okay… So what should we do on my ‘not last day’?” I smile.
“I dunno, it’s your ‘not last day’, you pick.” He replied, moving so he was lying on top of me.
I bit my lip, “How about,” I begin, wrapping my arms around his neck. “We take a bath, and then we go to the beach for a swim.” I finish kissing his nose.
“Anna, why are you gonna take a bath before you go to the beach isn’t that point- wait, did you say we?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled biting my lip, and nodded.
“Let’s go!” He grabbed my waist, in attempt to pull me from the bed.
“Harry, no. Stop!” I laughed.
“What?”
“I don’t have any clothes on.” I looked away embarrassed.
“That is correct.” He nodded in confirmation.
“I need a shirt.” I frowned.
“Baby, I’ve seen you. You don’t have to hide from me or be uncomfortable.” He said sweetly, kissing my lips.
“I’m not, I just… Okay, maybe I am a little bit. Just let me get a shirt please.” I say, sticking my bottom lip out.
“Alright,” he sighs rolling off of me.
“Thank you.” I smile, moving out of the bed. “No peaking.” I turn and point of him.
“Of course not.” He says, covering his eyes with his hand.
I roll my eyes and stand from the bed, looking around the floor for our shirts. “Dammit, it’s in the kitchen.” I say to myself, “Harry, I know you’re looking… and I know you just rolled your eyes.”
“How the hell did you know that?” I just laughed and shook my head, moving to my bag and pulling out a shirt. It was my old marching band shirt from my freshman year, boy do I miss it. I slip it over my head and turn back to Harry.
“You know, you’re just gonna take that off in a bit.” He says, standing from the bed completely uncovered.
“I know.” I shrugged.
“So, you were in band?” he says wrapping his arms around my waist and I nod. “What did you play?”
“I played the flute, second chair freshman year, no big deal.” I smirked.
“My god, how many guys get to say their girlfriend was second chair flute her freshman year? This may be one of the best moments in my life.”
“Oh ha-ha.” I push his chest, “You know they say flute players are the best kissers.” I informed him, biting my lip.
“Oh really?” he kissed the corner of my mouth before pulling my lip from my teeth with his hand.
“Actually, I think it’s trumpets… but flutes are better so it doesn’t really matter.”
He laughed, “You know, you’ve been biting your lip a lot lately.”
“Well gee, Harry. I wonder who I picked that up from.” I smile, pushing him away, and then walk to the bathroom.
~~~~~~~~~
“Is it hot?”
“No Harry, get in.” I pull his hand, and finally he steps in, sitting in front of me in the water.
I wrapped my legs around him, and rested my head on his shoulder as he leaned back into me. “This feels like Pretty Woman.” I giggle.
He laughs too, and then grabs my hand and play with it in silence.
“Tell me a story.” I whisper.
“About what?”
“Anything you’d like.” I say, as he laces or finger together.
“When I was in, what would be your elementary school, I had this friend. She was very sweet, always had braids in her hair and wore dresses. I would hang out with her all the time, we were inseparable. After we became friends, we found out we lived really close to each other, like a couple houses down. So we would always go to each other’s houses and have play dates. Her mum and dad and mine became close as well…” he paused for a moment, glancing at our hands again. “One day, it was raining so hard, the worst I’d ever seen. Well she wanted to play outside, so she ran out before I could stop her. Of course, I ran out there after her, but she was too far ahead of me to get her and tell her to go back inside so we wouldn’t get in trouble. Right as I thought I’d caught up to her, she slipped and took a hard fall.” He sniffled, making me aware of the watering of my eyes. “She was small, so small. I remember running over to her, and just screaming for her to wake up. I lifted her head and saw all the blood underneath her and just cried.”
“Harry, you don’t have to-”
“No.” he stopped me. “I ran to the house crying and screaming at both her parents and mine who were at the house. I was an absolute mess, I swear it. She went to the hospital, we all did. We all cried, and I walked into her room and she wasn’t moving. I held onto mum’s hand asking if she was gonna wake up when the beeping I heard before was gone. My mum cried, and people rushed in the room. I knew what happened, she died, but I didn’t cry. I had already cried enough, but I didn’t talk. I didn’t talk to anyone, not even my family. I couldn’t help but blame myself.”
I shook my head. “Harry, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know that… but that doesn’t keep me from thinking about it and blaming myself.” I pressed my lips to his shoulder gently, then rested my cheek there.
“I’ve never told anyone that story before.”
“Thank you for telling me.” I whispered.
“Thank you for listening.”
We sat in the tub for another 5 minutes before Harry finally spoke up again.
“You know what else I’ve never done before?” he turns to look at me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked, raising my brow.
“I’ve never had a bath with a girl before.” He grins at me cheekily.
“Good, neither have I.”
He laughs, leaning over to kiss me. “It was nice.” He says, looking into my eyes. “But I think we should rinse off in the shower real quick, because I feel like we just bathed in filth.”
“Yea, we did.”
He moved ahead and then pulled the plug, and we both stood together. He turns around and pulls me into him. Our wet bodies squeezed together, and I love the feeling. He kisses me before pulling the curtain shut and starting the water.
I think tonight just got way more difficult than it was already going to be.

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