That Girl

Harry's POV

I just have to say, Mar is one of the worst drivers I've ever seen. I almost never stops for stop signs, for starters. She practically ran over this little, unsuspecting old lady who was crossing the street at one point. Another thing is that she doesn't ease into stops; she goes full speed until she's about 5 feet behind the other car and then slams on the brakes. It was one of the most terrifying yet most exhilarating car rides I had ever been in.

"So, where are we going?" I asked finally. I was just curious; we had been in the car for twenty minutes. "It's a surprise," She answered. I realized after a moment that she was mimicking me. I just smirked and looked out the window. All of a sudden, I heard music blasting through the radio. It startled Mar at how loud it was, causing her to swerve in the lane. I quickly turned it down a bit so that it wasn't an ear-splitting volume but so it was more a deafening volume. C'mon by Kesha started playing and Mar started singing loudly. "Please, please, just focus on the road!" I said desperately; if we were going to survive this car ride, she had to put all of her focus on the driving and not the singing.

She put on an apologetic face and then faced the front. I sighed heavily with relief.

Mar's POV

We pulled into the parking lot of Rocky Beach and I quickly found a parking space; it was pretty much empty. I was really confused since it was a nice summer day and it was perfect beach weather, but I shook the thought. "What's this beach called?" He asked as we started walking on the boat dock, minus the boats, so I guess just the dock. "Rocky Beach. Well that's just what I call it, I don't really care about the real name." "Okay, well Rocky Beach it is," He said with a smile. I took off my shoes and put them in my purse; they kind of hurt. "Oh, can we run back to the car and just throw my purse in there?" I asked him as I stopped. I didn't really feel like carrying it. "Yeah, sure. I'll go do it, wait here." He said as he grabbed it from me and started jogging towards his car.

I stared after him and looked at his curls flop up and down every time he went into the air. I felt so lucky; so many girls in the world wished to have him, and he chose me. I turned around and looked at the horizon. The sun was setting and the sky was pretty pink and orange. It looked so perfect. I looked down at the water and it looked dark and gloomy; such a contrast from the sky above. I felt arms wrap around my waist and I looked up at his angelic face on my shoulder. "Isn't the sky pretty?" He asked in a whisper. "Yeah," I said dreamily as I took in a big smell of his subtle cologne.

"You know, this date would be so much more fun if we were wet.." He said as he slowly started to push me towards the water. I spun us around so that his back was to the water. I set my hands on his shoulders. "Oh, you are so tricky," I said in a sneaky voice as I pretended to lean in for a kiss. He totally fell for it. I shoved him backwards before he even knew what was happening. He clumsily toppled into the dark waves as he yelped, "Whoah!" There was a large splash as his toned body went in. He didn't come up after a few moments and panic set in for me.

I knelt down at the edge of the dock. "H-Harry?" I said cautiously. He didn't come up. "H-H-Harry?" I said desperately and more loud than before. Suddenly he popped up out of the water and his hand clasped around my wrist. He yanked me towards him. I went flying into the water; he was freakishly strong. I went under. I had never really been good at swimming, and my limited skills did not help me then as I quickly started to descend into the deep. A hand grabbed my forearm and my face was back out of the black waves. I coughed out water as I clung to Harry's body. One of his hands was holding the side of the dock, but I was still impressed by his strength since he was holding both of us in the water.

I shyly looked up at him and said, "Sorry," In a soft voice. He laughed and started swimming towards the shore. "You know, you can let go now." He was right; it was possible for me to stand now and the water was shallower. "But I never want to let you go," I mumbled as I looked up at his sparkling eyes.

We walked along the beach for what seemed for forever. We had found a total of 24 pieces of sea glass, which he promised that I could keep. We were holding hands, and it was pretty dark already. My dress better not be ruined; it was a McQueen. I stopped walking and so did he. I put my hand around his neck. I pulled him towards me. Our lips met tenderly at first and then we started attacking each other's lips with our own. Our tongues danced like fire. His hand rested on my hip, getting closer and closer to my bum.

We laid down on the sand without our lips leaving the other's. I was under him, and it felt that his body was shielding everything from us; it was like the whole world didn't matter and only we did. He broke our kiss, but only for a moment, to take his shirt off. His wonderfully toned abs were revealed. He came back down to me and I flipped us over so that I was on top. I straddled him. Our kiss was broken, but I could still feel a ghost of his plump lips on my mouth. I traced his fine abs and looked down at them as I did so, but I could feel his green eyes fixed on me. My finger trailed up to his chest and I brushed over his erect nipples, causing a tiny and soft moan to emit from Harry's mouth.

I then laid both of my hands on his stomach and met his eyes while my face slowly descended towards his chest. I started to suck on his right nipple and I ran my tongue over it. He moaned. We kept eye contact as I did this; it felt so good to finally share this time of moment with Harry, even though we had only known eachother for a few days. I stuck out my tongue and made a long lick with it all the way to his neck and up to his mouth where we ferociously started another makeout session. He broke our kiss, once again, but only to start kissing my neck. He found a tender spot by hearing my moan and started sucking hard and biting on it. He was sure to leave a red mark.

His hand was on the inside of my thigh and was slowly escalating upwards. His hand soon was under the hem of my dress as he kept climbing higher and higher and he kept sucking my neck harder and harder. "H-Harry..." I moaned as it started to hurt on my neck. He greedily said, "Shh, you're mine." His lips thankfully went back up to my lips. I had never felt like this before; well, I had never really been able to, I had never had that kind of a boyfriend. "Oh, shit," I thought. "I'm pretty much having sex with a guy who I've known for only 3 days, and who isn't even my boyfriend." But I didn't really listen to myself; I felt like I needed Harry.

His hand pulled away from my legs and he flipped us over again so that I was on bottom. He held the sides of my face in his hands tenderly as our kiss started to get less violent and more sweet and romantic; no tongues involved. He pulled away and looked down into my eyes with a gorgeous smile. I smiled back. I pecked him on the lips and then stood up and held my hand out for him. He propped himself up on his elbows and smirked up at me. "C'mon, it's getting late. Let's go home." I said softly.