Mirabelle’s head snapped up to the sound of loud banging at the front door. She tried to get up, but realized that Harry’s arms were draped around her, making it difficult to move it all.

“Harry! Get your ass up!” Mirabelle yelled, shaking him wildly. He groaned and opened his eyes. The thumping on the door had ceased.

“Someone was knocking on the door.” Mirabelle formed, sitting up in Harry’s lap. She blushed at the thought of falling asleep on him.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed. “I forgot Louis was coming over today.”

“Well, go answer the door before he kicks it down himself.” Mirabelle said, pushing him off. He stumbled for a second, then gained his position and headed for the door.

“Oh, and I’m sorry.” Mirabelle called. Harry turned around.

“What for?”

“For falling asleep on you.” She blushed, looking down. Harry smirked and turned back to the door, unlocking it and twisting the doorknob open.

“What the hell, man? What were you doing for you to take so long to answer the door?” Louis yelled, slapping Harry’s back.

“I was asleep, you bastard.” Harry hissed playfully, letting Louis in. Louis spotted Mirabelle sitting on the couch and waggled his eyebrows at Harry.

“No, mate. Just no.” Harry grumbled, pushing Louis along.

“If it isn’t old sassy pants.” Mirabelle snorted, standing up to brush her pajama pants.

“If it isn’t Ms. Stubborn pants.” Louis shot back.

“Stubborn pants? Is that the best you’ve got?” Mirabelle smirked, placing her hands on her hips.

“Love, I have many terrible words to describe you running through my head right now, though I would feel bad to call you them. But push it and I will.” Louis said smoothly, cocking at eyebrow. Mirabelle just rolled her eyes.

“Louis, what are you doing here so early?” Harry groaned, rubbing his strained eyes.

Louis looked at Harry like he was crazy. “I hope you realize it’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.”

Harry looked over to the clock in the kitchen. Louis was right. Harry and Mirabelle had slept half the day.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change.”

“Put a swimsuit on. We’re going to a water park!” Louis cheered, flashing Mirabelle a grin.

Suddenly Harry and Mirabelle both noticed the bright orange swim trunks Louis was wearing. Mirabelle frowned.

“Why a waterpark?”

“Why not?” Harry grinned, siding with Louis. Mirabelle stared at the two of them.

“But I haven’t got a swimsuit.” She argued.

“You can borrow one of Gemma’s. She left a ton.” Harry said, much to Mirabelle’s dismay.

Mirabelle sighed in defeat and agreed, knowing she couldn’t use her large cut as an excuse anymore. It was almost completely healed, and wouldn’t get affected by water.

She sulked up the stairs, leaving the two best friends to chat quietly, sauntering up her bedroom. She pushed open the bathroom door and stripped off her clothes, stepping into the shower. She didn’t want to go to this waterpark. People would see her body. People would stare.

Once Mirabelle had taken a quick shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy purple bathrobe and went to find Harry. She knocked on his bedroom door and he opened it shortly. Mirabelle’s eye fell to his shirtless upper half, attracted by his very visible six pack.

“May I help you?” Harry coughed. Mirabelle looked up to see him smirking. She blushed.

“Um, I need a swim suit.”

“Oh,” Harry said, “Of course. Come in.”

He took her to the bottom drawer of his dresser, pulling it out to reveal a bunch of girl clothing. He bent down and went through them, trying to find the swimsuits. Mirabelle couldn’t help but notice the prominent back muscle which flexed as he rummaged through the clothing. Finally, Harry turned around; holding swimsuit sets in his hands.

“Pick whichever one you like.” He smiled, holding them out to her. Mirabelle laid each set down on Harry’s bed. She put her finger to her chin, looking at each of her choices. She could tell Gemma likes flowery and colorful patterns. Mirabelle picked up the Union J patterned set.

“I think this one is okay.” She said, biting her lip. She was sure she would look terrible in it.
Harry searched her facial hints and sighed.

“Mirabelle, what’s the real reason why you don’t want to go to the waterpark? You rejected the idea of swimming when I mentioned it before, as well. What’s the reason behind it?

Mirabelle kept her head down.

“People are going to stare at my scars, Harry. They’re going to be scared of me. Everyone is going to be looking at my ugly body and I just can’t deal with that.”

“Mirabelle,” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “No one is going to stare at you. Don’t worry. You have no reason to feel insecure. You’re beautiful and you’ve got to let yourself shine.”

Mirabelle sucked in her top lip.

“I can’t shine. Monsters can’t shine.”

She turned away from Harry and left, clutching the swimsuit set tightly in her hand. Once back in her room, she changed into the bikini set, then turned towards the mirror and gulped. She looked very, very bad. Her small scars were fully exposed, along with the large closed up cut on the right of her torso. She was about to rip it off and refuse to go when Louis stumbled into her room.

“Oh my god!” Mirabelle yelled, wrapping her arms around her midsection. Louis scanned her body and wolf whistled.

“Damn. You’re hot.” He breathed. He looked up and saw Mirabelle’s face.

“What if I was naked, you prick?” she yelled, wanting to throw a punch at that pretty face of his. That was when Harry strolled in. His eyes fell to Mirabelle, who stood huddled up in the corner of the room.

“Let me see how you look.” He said softly, giving her an assuring nod. Mirabelle bit her lip, looking at the two boys before releasing her arms to her sides, standing up straighter.

Harry struggled to hold himself up.

He couldn’t understand why Mirabelle was so insecure. She was so beautiful. She had light curves and a beautiful shape in general. Her flashing rainbow eyes brought out the black in the suit. If only she would smile, show her beautiful smile, she would look even more stunning.

Harry knew she could easily be a model.

“You’re staring.” Mirabelle whispered, biting her lip.

“B-because you look amazing.” Harry stammered, unable to keep his words clear.

“Y-yeah.” Louis nodded in agreement, his eyes wide.

“Mirabelle, people will be staring, but not for the reasons you think.” Harry told her, approaching her. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Louis leave the room, eyes on his phone.

“I don’t look bad?” she asked, surprised.

“Of course you don’t. You’re really pretty.” He whispered, hesitant to hug her. Mirabelle gave in with her frowning and broke into a grin, pulling Harry in first. Her arms draped around his neck and his arms tightening around her waist.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her lips tickling Harry’s ear. She giggled, the beautiful sound
making Harry’s heart flutter. This was a new feeling for him. His heart hadn’t fluttered in a while.

“My pleasure,” Harry whispered back, squeezing Mirabelle tightly once more before letting go. He looked down and gently pressed his finger to the large cut, trailing down it carefully.

“It’s getting better.” He noticed.

“Very quickly. I’m glad.” Mirabelle nodded, secretly checking out his curls as he looked down. He looked back up and caught her staring.

“Well, hello there.” He chuckled, waving his hand adorably.

“Hello.” She giggled, blushing a deep red.

“He-he. You’re blushing.” Harry teased, pointing to Mirabelle’s cheeks.

“Whatever.” She grumbled, turning her back to Harry to slip a shirt over her bikini top.

“Be downstairs in ten minutes, alright?” Harry instructed.

“’Kay.”

Harry made a face.

“I remember the days when you used to use full words.”

He chuckled to himself and left, leaving Mirabelle alone.

Mirabelle grabbed an untouched bag from her closet and placed her towel inside, along with a change of clothes. She ran her hair brush through her hair once or twice, and then dropped the brush in the bag as well. She slid her feet into her sandals and pushed her sunglasses up and behind her ears. Lastly, she stepped into the bathroom and popped her contacts in. Then, Mirabelle grabbed the bag and shuffled down the stairs.


Harry and Louis were in the kitchen making subs for the three of them. Mirabelle smirked when she saw Harry holding the lettuce. Oh, the memories.

“Hello, boys.” She smiled, walking into the kitchen. She set her bag down on the counter.

“Hey, Bella.” Louis grinned, waving a knife in his hand in attempt to wave hello.

“Louis, don’t kill her yet,” Harry hissed into Louis’s ear, loud enough for Mirabelle to ear. She froze and studied Harry’s face to see whether he was joking or not.

“Why did you call me Bella?” Mirabelle asked, remembering that it was Lux’s nickname for her.

“Harry told me about Lux. I decided Mirabelle was too long to say, anyways.” Louis shrugged, slicing the last tomato up.

“Well, I never gave you permission.” Mirabelle muttered, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t need your permission.” Louis scoffed.

“I can’t put you two in a room together without you two bickering. Would you shut up?” Harry chuckled, shaking his curly haired head.

“Well, he doesn’t give you stupid nicknames.” Mirabelle frowned,

“So you don’t think ‘Haz’ is a stupid nickname? I personally think it’s much worse the Bella.” Harry snorted, placing a lettuce piece in each sub sandwich.

“Haz? Really Louis?” Mirabelle giggled, waggling her eyebrows.

“Whatever, Bellanora.”

That shut Mirabelle up real well.

Once the sandwiches were made and placed in a cooler bag, Harry and Louis took an hour to figure out how to put their destination into the GPS. Mirabelle eventually became tired of watching the two brunette idiots mess with the device and grabbed in from their hands. They tried to argue but she simply hushed them and pressed the correct buttons, handing the GPS to Harry with a wink.

“Girl Wonder.” Louis whispered to Harry. “She’s a keeper, mate.”

Harry rolled his eyes and punched in the name of the indoor water park,

“You boys take forever. If I knew where we were going, I’d be halfway there by now.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Harry said, as Louis snapped his fingers sassily.

“I like this girl. She’s got my type of sass.” Louis said to Harry. He then turned to Mirabelle.

“Bella and I are going to be great friends, aren’t we Bella?”

Mirabelle scoffed. “Whatever you say, Sassy pants.

“Well, of course, Bellanora.”

“Oh my god, Louis. My name does not have ‘Nora’ anywhere in it.”

“I know.” Louis laughed. “It just sounds funny.”

“Let’s go before you guys blow up the house.” Harry chuckled, grabbing Mirabelle and Louis each by a hand, dragging them to his car.

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Harry was glad to be out of his car. He didn’t think he could stand Louis and Mirabelle’s annoying bantering for one more second. He watched as Mirabelle and Louis stood, He watched as they had a stare down through their sunglasses, eventually breaking into laughter.
Harry smirked and turned to take his change and the ticket bands, flashing the worker a smile. He could tell by the way she stuttered and stared at him, that she was a fan.

He made his way over to Mirabelle and Louis, Surprisingly, they didn’t seem to be fighting over anything stupid.

“Here’s your ticket bands.”

He gave each of them a band and fastened his own onto his wrist. Louis, naturally, was having trouble with his so Mirabelle helped him out.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Harry asked, mainly looking at Mirabelle.

Mirabelle stared out at the towering water slides before her, children screaming happily as they rushed down into a larger pool of water.

“Erm…” Mirabelle whispered nervously, clutching her bag tighter.

“I say we ride that.” Louis announced, pointing to the tallest slide in the park.

“It’s the tallest slide in the park.” Louis added proudly.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Harry snorted. He looked at Mirabelle who seemed frightened. “You want to go on it?”

Mirabelle didn’t want to see cowardly. She had to look strong for these boys, to show she wasn’t weak.

“S-sure. Let’s go.” Mirabelle flashed a fake smile. She was becoming great at those.

Louis marched forward, leaving Harry and Mirabelle behind him and rushed off.

“When is he going to lose all that energy? He needs to get rid of it or he’s going to be bouncing off the walls.” Mirabelle huffed, walking alongside Harry.

Harry frowned. “Do you not like him? He doesn’t have to come over aga-“

“No it’s not that.” Mirabelle laughed. “I just wish he wouldn’t pick a fight all the time. He drives me crazy with all the talking he does.”

Harry chuckled, his shoulder brushing against Mirabelle’s. “I think once he settles down, he’ll be less annoying. Once he gets to know you, he’ll figure out that you aren’t exactly one to bicker, and he’ll adjust. He’s really a great guy once you get to know him.”

Mirabelle giggled. “Yeah, he’s pretty funny. Kind of cute, I guess.” She paused. “I mean, he isn’t cute, but um, his act, it’s um, cute.”

Harry nodded, laughing quietly. He suddenly felt jealous that Mirabelle liked Louis, but he assured himself that everything would be okay. Louis had his girlfriend, Eleanor, after all.

“Does he annoy you a lot?” Mirabelle asked, playing with her fingers.

Sometimes,” Harry smiled. “But he’s my best friend. I’ve gotten used to it.”

Harry noticed Mirabelle’s smile fade a bit. “What wrong?”

Mirabelle sighed. “I hope I can have a best friend someday.” She said quietly.

Harry grinned and slung his arm over Mirabelle’s shoulder.

“I’ll be your best friend.”

Mirabelle smiled up at Harry, their faces extremely close.

“That would be nice, I suppose.”

“But I must warn you, I can get pretty annoying when I want to. Probably even worse than Louis. I can get Louis to turn against you and bug you all day everyday as well.”

Mirabelle bit her lip. “Maybe I should rethink that offer then, Harry.” She teased.
Harry laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards Louis who was standing at the end of the line.

“What took you two so long? Were you making out or something?” he yelled, causing people to stare. Harry prayed no one would recognize him.

“Shut the fuck up, Louis. “ Mirabelle hissed.

Louis eyebrows shot up. “She curses? That is very naughty of you, Bellanora.” Louis exclaimed obnoxiously.

“Louis, quit it, mate.” Harry hushed, punching Louis’s arm lightly.

“Whatever,” Louis said. “Get your shirts off and get in line. Leave your stuff at that table.” He said, pointing to a table with Louis’s single bag sitting in the middle.

Harry and Mirabelle went over to the table and dropped their bags, sliding their shirts off. Harry tried not to stare at Mirabelle, scared that he might pass out from her beauty. He glanced quickly at her smaller scars, wondering how they had gotten there in the first place. He wondered if Mirabelle had cut herself, if those cuts were self-inflicted. His eyes trailed down to her perfectly curved hips and her long legs. He needed to look away, or he would surely pass out.

“Why are you staring at me?” Mirabelle asked, but the truth was that she was staring back at Harry’s toned abs, and his shaped biceps. She noticed that he had freakishly long legs. Not that she was complaining.

“Why are you staring at me?” Harry smirked, his eyes trailing down Mirabelle’s body again.

“Why not?” Mirabelle shot back.

Harry grinned. “You’re terrible at comebacks, love.”

“Shut up.” She grinned back, skipping back too Louis. Harry watched as her lean body grew farther away from his and towards his best friend. He shook his head and laughed. Mirabelle was definitely cute in a very stubborn, boyish way.

Harry joined Louis and Mirabelle. They made small talk as they waited their turn to go down the slide. Harry noticed that Mirabelle would zone out throughout the conversation, staring fearfully at the slide ahead of them. He pulled Mirabelle aside, close enough to where his lips touched her ear.

“Are you afraid?”

She pulled back, eyes wide open. “N-no.”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I promise we wouldn’t be mad.”

Mirabelle looked doubtfully over at Louis who was watching them carefully.

“You wouldn’t be mad, but he would probably kill me.”

“So, we can let Louis go by himself.” Harry shrugged, holding both of Mirabelle’s wrists.

“No. That’s not fair to him.” Mirabelle sighed and put her hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Harry. It’s okay. I can do this.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you’re being forced, because you’re not.”

“Harry,” Mirabelle chuckled, happy that he was so concerned, “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Harry sighed. “Fine. Let’s go before Louis thinks were gossiping about him.”

“He can be such a girl, sometimes.” Mirabelle complained, following Harry back to Louis who stood four feet away.

“Can I join the gossip club?” Louis asked, clasping his hands together and jotting his bottom lip out.

“Told you so.” Harry mumbled into Mirabelle’s ear. She laughed.

“Sorry, Sassy pants. Only cool kids are allowed in.”

Louis let out a playful “humph” and turned his back to them. Harry laughed with Mirabelle and Louis refused to talk to them until it was their turn to slide down.

Mirabelle looked down from the top of the slide, suddenly ready to chicken out. She felt hands on her waist. She turned to see Harry bent down, holding her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be in the slide right next to yours.”

She nodded and watched as he went around and sat at the top of the slide beside hers.
“Ready,” the ride runner announced, “Set, go!”

Harry, Mirabelle and Louis pushed themselves of from a secure point, sliding down the slides. Mirabelle shut her eyes tightly and screamed. Each time she thought she would hit a pool of water, she only kept sliding down.

“This…is…awesome!” she yelled, hoping Harry would hear. Water splashed her face and drenched her body as she slid down, finally meeting with a deep pool of water. She resurfaced beside Harry, unable to frown.

“That was amazing!” she giggled, watching as Harry and Louis popped up. Mirabelle bit her lip as Harry’s shook his drenched curls out of his face. Mirabelle wondered why she hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was before.

“I agree.” Harry grinned, wiping the water from his face.

“Can I be in the club, please?” Louis pouted, swimming up to Harry and Mirabelle. Harry gave Mirabelle a knowing look, and Mirabelle sighed.

“Louis, the thing is, we don’t accept losers.”


“What do you mean?” he grumbled as the three of them swam to the edge of the pool to get out.

“I mean, it was very clear Harry and I tied for first. You came in second so we just can’t accept you in.”

“I was the first one in the water!” he yelled. Mirabelle wondered whether he was kidding or not, because she sure was.

“Geez, Lou. Keep it down.” Harry laughed, jokingly covering Mirabelle for protection.

“Ew. You’re wet.” Mirabelle squealed, knowing she was drenched as well.

“I say we go down the lazy river.” Harry suggested, shaking his head to dry it off.

“Well, I just went down that large thing,” Mirabelle gestured to the slide, “So I think I can deal with a river.”

“Oh, come on.” Louis whined. “That’s so boring. All you do is sit in tubes and watch other people float by. That’s for the lazy ass people who don’t know how to have an adventure. In other words, it’s a ride for fat citizens.”

“Well then, Sassy pants, it seems like the ideal ride for you.” Mirabelle smirked.

“Well excuse you.” Louis snapped, turning to Harry. “Mate, you’ve got yourself a feisty one.”
Harry just laughed. The three of them grabbed their things from the table and headed towards the lazy river, Louis complaining the entire way.

After visiting the lazy river and dealing with Louis’s constant complaining, Harry and Mirabelle were tempted to leave him behind. Of course, they didn’t.

“Guess what, you two?” Louis asked as they sat at a table, eating their subs.

“What?” Harry sighed, hoping it wasn’t something utterly stupid.

“You two are having fun as your own club now because I invited Eleanor and we’re going to spend the rest of the day together here. She’s coming over in an hour.”

“Thank god.” Mirabelle whispered loudly. Louis almost looked hurt.

“Oh, alright. So we’re splitting up?” Harry asked, eyeing Louis. He was up to something and Harry knew it.

“Yeah. Eleanor and I are going to go on some funner rides while you two enjoy the boring ones.” Louis sneered, sticking his tongue out.

“Funner isn’t a word, smart ass.” Harry chuckled. Louis shrugged.

“Who’s’ Eleanor?” Mirabelle asked, munching on her sandwich.

“Eleanor is my very beautiful girlfriend. She is much better than you any day.” Louis said with a wink.

“How did he manage to get himself a girlfriend?” Mirabelle whispered and quietly as possible to Harry. Harry burst out in laughter.

“He has his ways.” He whispered back.

Louis phone vibrated and his face lit up.

“Eleanor is waiting at the front. Got to go.” Louis exclaimed. Harry stood up and gave Louis a proper man hug while Mirabelle just nodded at Louis. He ran off, dragging his bag along.

“He is so weird.” Mirabelle breathed, watching as Louis’s figure became smaller and smaller.
Harry chuckled breathlessly, sitting down across Mirabelle. He stared at her face for a second, admiring her naturally beautiful features.

“I don’t like it when you stare at me.” Mirabelle coughed, looking down at her plate.

“I only stare at you because you’re so pretty.” He mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t hear.

“You’re teeth are really white.” Mirabelle blushed, realizing what she had blurted out.

Harry bared his teeth into an ugly smile. A water droplet from his wet hair trickled down the side of his face.

“Now you look scary.”

Harry grinned, picking up his sandwich, taking a bite from it.

“I was thinking we could go to the wave pool. What do you think?” he asked.

“”Seems alright to me.” Mirabelle nodded with a smile. Her foot touched Harry’s underneath the table. She jerked it away, only for Harry to kick her in the leg.

“”What was that for?” she groaned, rubbing her leg.

“You touched me. I’m not okay with that.” Harry scoffed, laughing lightly. Mirabelle rolled eyes.

“Louis has definitely rubbed off on you, Harry. One of him is enough.”

Notes

CHAPTER NINE.