It was the summer of 2011. My parents had taken me and my younger brother and sister to our holiday house on a getaway island.

We were a wealthy family so the house was huge, a 5 story mansion to be exact.

I loved this house, mainly because I had the whole top floor to myself. The ground floor was the living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom, the first floor was my Brother's floor, the second floor was my sister's floor, the third floor was my parents floor and the top foor was my floor.

Because I was the only child born yet when the house was bought, I got to choose and decorate my floor. I had a bedroom, a walk-in wardrobe and a bathroom. Out of all the rooms in the house, my bedroom was by far the most impressive, even if I do say so myself.

*Flashback*

I spread out my towel on the sand and lay on it, stomach down, facing away from the water with a book in my hand and sunglasses shading my eyes from the scorching sun. It was so nice being able to lay down in the sun with a book without being pestered by anyone, it was so relaxing I could fall asleep.

After a while, I rolled over onto my back to tan my other side when I saw a boy around my age walking towards the water a few meters away from me. He had a surfboard tucked under his arm and his wetsuit was rolled down so it wasn't covering his arms and upper body.

He put his board on the sand and began to scrape a wax block against it's surface, giving it a coconut scented coating of wax. He looked up from his task and his eyes met mine. I felt like his intense emerald gaze bore a hole straight through my head. We stared at each other for a few moments before he broke eye contact when he swiped a few stray curls that had fallen across his face to the side.

"Hey" He said, standing up and walking towards me. 'He has a really hot body' I thought, looking him up and down before standing up to greet him properly.

"Hi" I smiled, offering my hand for him to shake.

"I'm Harry" He returned the smile while shaking my small hand. I couldn't help but notice how big his hands were.

"Rose"

"Like the flower?" He asked, weirdly in a semi-exited tone like he had just made an important connection.

"Yes, like the flower" I chuckled. "What other thing is there called a rose apart from the flower?"

"Oh... Well thats embarassing" He stated, rubbing the back of his neck. He's cute.

"Are you British?" I asked, trying to change the topic of this awkward conversation.

"Why yes ma'am I believe I am" He said in an ever so posh voice.

"Oh well how delightful it is to meet you sir" I replied, mocking his accent before he burst out in laughter.

"You sounded Jamaican" He managed to say while he was laughing.

"Oh!" I gasped, dramatically clutching my chest, acting offended, although I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

After we calmed down we decided to wash off the sand we managed to cover ourselves in and to head back to out seperate houses, after exchanging numbers of course.

*****

Before I knew it, one conversation on a beach lead to best friends in a short two weeks.

"Rose can I talk to you for a second?" Harry asked me one night when his family came over for dinner. Harry's family had recently bought the holiday house next to ours and our families had become quite good friends. His family wasn't as wealthy as ours, actually they weren't very rich at all, they had a little californian beach house that was just one floor and looks like a dogs house compared to ours but it was cute and felt a lot more homey than our holiday mansion.

"Sure" I smiled, walking outside with him. "What's up?"
It was a beautiful night, clear skies, millions of stars visable from under the palm trees in my backyard.

"I was wandering..." He seemed nervous. "Would you be my girlfriend?" He blushed, looking up at me from behind a few curls.

My mouth dropped open. Ok I was so not expecting this! We have known each other for two weeks and he's asking me to be his girlfriend already?

"Harry..."

"Look, sorry I asked lets just forget I ever said anything" He cut me off, turning to walk inside with his head down.

"No I don't want to forget" I said, grabbing his wrist.

"What?" He asked, clearly shocked at what I was saying.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend" I grinned, pulling him into a hug.

We walked back inside hand in hand and that night was the beginning of a beautiful summer love with a sad, sad ending.

*Two months later*

Tonight is Harry and I's two month annaversary. I haven't brought it up with him because I want him to do something special, seeing that I leave in two days.

"Hey babe, do you wanna go to the beach?" He asked, slinging his arm across my shoulders and pulling me into his side.

"Sure, sounds fun" I said wrapping my arm around his waist and planting a kiss on his cheek.

We began the short walk down to the beach when everything went wrong.

I made a comment and he thought I was giving off an impression that his family wasn't good enough for me because of their lack of money comparing to mine. He then started insulting me and my family, calling me a stuck up, gold digging bitch and we broke up. It had been two months exactly. I ran home heartbroken and crying my eyes out. I made the decision that day that I never wanted to see him again.

Later that year my family sold the beach house and I haven't been there in 5 years.

Notes

So this is my new fanfic! It's a punk/criminal Harry one and this is like kinda just telling you guys how they met/know each other and stuff thats why it's so short and boring but I really like this storyline and I hope you do too!

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