Just You and Me
California Blue
-Isabelle's POV-
As we pull into the driveway, I can't help but stare. The house is beautiful. I guess my mother's new job in the fashion industry is paying well. Really well. We're in a cute little cul-de-sac, only two minutes away from the beach. The house is two storeys, painted a light cornflower blue with white trim. It looks like a typical, beachy California house.
I grab my suitcase from the trunk of my mother's silver Audi and walk up the three steps onto the porch. "I love the cute porch swing, Mom!" I comment. It really does look cute, and it totally adds to the whole beachy feel. She smiles and unlocks the door.
I'm amazed even more as I step inside. The entrance is bright with a huge skylight, and a staircase leading upstairs that looks like it belongs in a fairytale.
"You have the whole top floor to yourself," my mother says. "There's a bedroom, a bathroom and an office. I just had a designer in to refinish them, but let me know if you want to repaint."
She gives me a quick tour of the rest of the house, and it's so big I almost feel as if I'll get lost. She tells me to go upstairs and start unpacking while she prepares lunch.
I head upstairs and couldn't ask for anything better. My room is painted a beautiful green, and my bed is a queen size with a pretty white and black bedspread and lime green accents. Everything is brand new. All of the furniture is white painted wood, and I have a big bay window that overlooks the ocean. I open the door on my left, and I'm shocked to find a full walk-in closet, already stocked with a few designer items from my mother's new line.
I try the other door on the right, and am led into a full bathroom. It feels spa-like, and it smells like the ocean breeze. I have a full shower and bathtub, along with my own sink and tons of cabinet space to put all of my things.
I walk back into my room and go out the set of double french doors onto my very own private balcony. I could stay out here all day, but I know I should unpack. I have a big day of school tomorrow and I need all my stuff organized.
After I finsih unpacking and eating lunch, it's only 3.00. My mother has to head into work for a few hours, so I decide to go out to the beach.
I go upstairs and slip on my favourite black bikini with the gold clasp I got last year from Victoria's Secret. I throw on a quick outfit and I leave out the back door once I grab a towel and sunglasses.
I'm still amazed at how close I am to the beach. It's so beautiful, and when you look out on the water, all you see is blue. The beach outside isn't too crowded, but there's still some people scattered out along the sand. I can't wait to go swimming, I've heard the water is amazingly warm here.
I set up my towel on the warm sand, and take of my sandals. I start to undress and lie down on my towel to tan for a bit. Once I get too hot, I immediately soak my toes in the clear water. I adjust to the temperature, and slowly start to wade into the crystal water. It feels so good on my hot skin.
I wade out deeper and deeper until I'm up to my bellybutton. My thoughts start to drift as I softly hum along to "Hotel California" by the Eagles.
Just as I'm getting to the chorus, I'm interrupted from my thoughts as I feel the top knot in my bathing suit top start to slip, and I quickly reach up to cover my chest just in time. Not that there's really too much to cover, I'm only a 32B, but I don't want anyone to see me topless the first day here. I feel a deep red blush start to spread over my cheeks as I try and retie it unsuccessfully with one hand.
As I'm debating what to do, I hear a low and velvety British voice behind me.
"Need some help, love?"
I turn around to see a tall, curly-haired boy with a smirk and the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. I'm lost for words, and I start to stutter my response. "Um.. I was just.. I.. Uh.."
"Here, let me help you," he says, the smirk still evident on his face. I'm not sure I want a stranger in control of whether my bathing suit falls off or not, but I can't seem to think of any other options. I can feel my blush getting deeper as him amused green eyes bore into mine. I can't help myself, so I quickly wander down to his toned torso, which is covered with black swirling ink. I've never been a huge fan of tattoos, but he makes them look amazing.
"Staring, are we?" he teases.
I roll my eyes and turn around, being careful not to let my top fall down any farther. The water around me moves slightly as he comes closer, and his warm breath spreads across my neck, giving me goosebumps.
When his cold, strong fingers come in contact with my skin, I shiver as he slowly reties the knot at the base of my neck.
"There," he says as he finishes.
"Thank you," I say, but the words come out in a whisper. I turn around to find he hasn't moved an inch, still hovering closely infront of my body. Despite his height, if he leaned in just an inch or two we would be kissing.
"Anytime," he says. "What's your name?" Instead of moving away, his hand lightly brushes over my exposed hip, making me shiver once more.
"Isabelle," I say quietly, still not trusting my voice. I'm even more self concious than I was a few moments ago, so I cross my arms over my chest.
His eyebrows pull in slightly to form the tiniest hint of a frown at my actions. "I'm Harry," he says as the smirk returns to his face. I see his eyes scan up and down my torso again and I look away, in desperate need for a distraction.
"Was that the Eagles you were humming earlier?" he asks.
"Mmhm.." I mumble, starting to get uncomfortable from being this close with a stranger who appears be hitting on me. I didn't think anyone heard me.
Thankfully, Harry's friends call him back over to the beach before things can get even more awkward.
"Well I've got to go. I'll see you around, Isabelle," he says with a wink as he tests out my name. I've always grown up wishing I had a different name other than boring old Isabelle, but I love the way it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly. Especially the way he says it with his accent, it makes it sound... good.
He turns around and dives into the water, giving me a nice view of his shoulders and back before he submerges into the water, splashing me.
I let out a small shriek and splash his back as he's walking away, and I hear him let out a laugh as he's wading away.
Rude, I thought to myself as I let out a small smile before heading back to the beach to warm up.
As we pull into the driveway, I can't help but stare. The house is beautiful. I guess my mother's new job in the fashion industry is paying well. Really well. We're in a cute little cul-de-sac, only two minutes away from the beach. The house is two storeys, painted a light cornflower blue with white trim. It looks like a typical, beachy California house.
I grab my suitcase from the trunk of my mother's silver Audi and walk up the three steps onto the porch. "I love the cute porch swing, Mom!" I comment. It really does look cute, and it totally adds to the whole beachy feel. She smiles and unlocks the door.
I'm amazed even more as I step inside. The entrance is bright with a huge skylight, and a staircase leading upstairs that looks like it belongs in a fairytale.
"You have the whole top floor to yourself," my mother says. "There's a bedroom, a bathroom and an office. I just had a designer in to refinish them, but let me know if you want to repaint."
She gives me a quick tour of the rest of the house, and it's so big I almost feel as if I'll get lost. She tells me to go upstairs and start unpacking while she prepares lunch.
I head upstairs and couldn't ask for anything better. My room is painted a beautiful green, and my bed is a queen size with a pretty white and black bedspread and lime green accents. Everything is brand new. All of the furniture is white painted wood, and I have a big bay window that overlooks the ocean. I open the door on my left, and I'm shocked to find a full walk-in closet, already stocked with a few designer items from my mother's new line.
I try the other door on the right, and am led into a full bathroom. It feels spa-like, and it smells like the ocean breeze. I have a full shower and bathtub, along with my own sink and tons of cabinet space to put all of my things.
I walk back into my room and go out the set of double french doors onto my very own private balcony. I could stay out here all day, but I know I should unpack. I have a big day of school tomorrow and I need all my stuff organized.
After I finsih unpacking and eating lunch, it's only 3.00. My mother has to head into work for a few hours, so I decide to go out to the beach.
I go upstairs and slip on my favourite black bikini with the gold clasp I got last year from Victoria's Secret. I throw on a quick outfit and I leave out the back door once I grab a towel and sunglasses.
I'm still amazed at how close I am to the beach. It's so beautiful, and when you look out on the water, all you see is blue. The beach outside isn't too crowded, but there's still some people scattered out along the sand. I can't wait to go swimming, I've heard the water is amazingly warm here.
I set up my towel on the warm sand, and take of my sandals. I start to undress and lie down on my towel to tan for a bit. Once I get too hot, I immediately soak my toes in the clear water. I adjust to the temperature, and slowly start to wade into the crystal water. It feels so good on my hot skin.
I wade out deeper and deeper until I'm up to my bellybutton. My thoughts start to drift as I softly hum along to "Hotel California" by the Eagles.
Just as I'm getting to the chorus, I'm interrupted from my thoughts as I feel the top knot in my bathing suit top start to slip, and I quickly reach up to cover my chest just in time. Not that there's really too much to cover, I'm only a 32B, but I don't want anyone to see me topless the first day here. I feel a deep red blush start to spread over my cheeks as I try and retie it unsuccessfully with one hand.
As I'm debating what to do, I hear a low and velvety British voice behind me.
"Need some help, love?"
I turn around to see a tall, curly-haired boy with a smirk and the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. I'm lost for words, and I start to stutter my response. "Um.. I was just.. I.. Uh.."
"Here, let me help you," he says, the smirk still evident on his face. I'm not sure I want a stranger in control of whether my bathing suit falls off or not, but I can't seem to think of any other options. I can feel my blush getting deeper as him amused green eyes bore into mine. I can't help myself, so I quickly wander down to his toned torso, which is covered with black swirling ink. I've never been a huge fan of tattoos, but he makes them look amazing.
"Staring, are we?" he teases.
I roll my eyes and turn around, being careful not to let my top fall down any farther. The water around me moves slightly as he comes closer, and his warm breath spreads across my neck, giving me goosebumps.
When his cold, strong fingers come in contact with my skin, I shiver as he slowly reties the knot at the base of my neck.
"There," he says as he finishes.
"Thank you," I say, but the words come out in a whisper. I turn around to find he hasn't moved an inch, still hovering closely infront of my body. Despite his height, if he leaned in just an inch or two we would be kissing.
"Anytime," he says. "What's your name?" Instead of moving away, his hand lightly brushes over my exposed hip, making me shiver once more.
"Isabelle," I say quietly, still not trusting my voice. I'm even more self concious than I was a few moments ago, so I cross my arms over my chest.
His eyebrows pull in slightly to form the tiniest hint of a frown at my actions. "I'm Harry," he says as the smirk returns to his face. I see his eyes scan up and down my torso again and I look away, in desperate need for a distraction.
"Was that the Eagles you were humming earlier?" he asks.
"Mmhm.." I mumble, starting to get uncomfortable from being this close with a stranger who appears be hitting on me. I didn't think anyone heard me.
Thankfully, Harry's friends call him back over to the beach before things can get even more awkward.
"Well I've got to go. I'll see you around, Isabelle," he says with a wink as he tests out my name. I've always grown up wishing I had a different name other than boring old Isabelle, but I love the way it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly. Especially the way he says it with his accent, it makes it sound... good.
He turns around and dives into the water, giving me a nice view of his shoulders and back before he submerges into the water, splashing me.
I let out a small shriek and splash his back as he's walking away, and I hear him let out a laugh as he's wading away.
Rude, I thought to myself as I let out a small smile before heading back to the beach to warm up.
Notes
Yay, the first chapter is up! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I need your help! I'm trying to think of a ship name for Harry and Isabelle but im having a hard time coming up with one.
Harrabelle?
Isarry?
As you can tell I suck at coming up with them, so please let me know if you have any ideas in the comments!
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thank you all for reading! It means a lot :)
chapter two will be up tonight as well! xx
Oh I miss this story so much!
2/22/16