-Harry's POV-

I wake up with the biggest, laziest grin on my face. Last night was... Well, it was amazing. I hate to admit that I'm not a virgin, and I really do wish I saved my first time for Isabelle. But nonetheless, she's the best sex I ever had. By far.

Everything about her is just so amazing. I look down to see her curly morning hair sprawled across my chest. Her head is resting right over my heartbeat, listening to every single beat. I hope she knows it's beating for her.

Slowly and carefully, I push her off and get up to make us some tea. I know this motel like the back of my hand, so finding the kettle, teapot and a few teabags ain't that hard.

I switch on the TV, absent-mindedly choosing the news channel. Mind as well see what's going on in the world. The reporter's voice chimes in over the busy streets of LA in the background. "Good morning Los Angeles! I'm Hilary Cartwright, your local LA News Reporter." She continues on with a few local stories, but I'm not really paying attention.

Isabelle starts to stir, and she looks slightly panicked when she can't find my body lying next to her in bed. Her eyes fly open, but she's reassured when she sees me standing in the kitchen. I threw on my boxers, so now I'm standing practically naked. She seems to be enjoying the view, visibly struggling to take her eyes off of my torso.

"Morning, sunshine," I chime. Her smile gets even wider.

"Good morning Harry," she replies sleepily. When she's tired, the dimple on her chin always becomes more visible. It's so cute.

I offer her a cup of tea, and she takes it gratefully, sipping slowly so she doesn't burn her tongue. I join her on the bed and pull her close as we focus our eyes back on the TV.

"And for the main story today," the Reporter continues. "The plane crash that happened a few weeks back has now been re-evaluated. The body of the pilot and co-pilot have been found, and it looks as if they were hit over the head before the plane fell into the ocean. Also, three survivors, one male and two females, have been located off of the coast of Cuba. They claim to have swam miles and miles from the plane crash towards the Island. They are all suffering minor injuries and starvation. More information on these three once they have been identified." I shut off the TV too late, and send a quick text to my mother. She probably already heard, but I don't want her to feel out of the loop.

i don't want to hide all of this from Isabelle either, but now that it appears there's survivors, she's going to be praying one is her mother. But with hundreds of others on the plane, what are the odds?

I look over and see the tears pooling in her eyes and pull her close.

-Isabelle's POV-

Tears threaten to spill over my cheeks as I watch the last of the news story. Three people survived? Two women and a man... What if one of them is my mother?

Harry's arms encase me as I use my willpower to stop the tears. There's no point in hoping. I know how many people died, and the unlikeliness that somshow my mother is alive is very small.

But how can I not hope for the best? With no body, no evidence, a part of me will always wonder.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

My phone starts to ring, and Harry passes it to me. It's my father.

"Hello?" I answer. I really don't feel like talking much after my amazing evening, but I know he'll be wondering where I am.

"Isabelle! Thank god, where are you?"

"I'm... I'm in Los Angeles. Me and Harry are in a motel."

I can hear him sigh over the phone. I know the exact face he's making - his eyebrows are pulling together, the corners of his mouth turning down. He's disappointed but he doesn't want to punish me.

"When will you be retuning home?" His tone is back to normal.

"Um..." I really don't want to come home. I dont want to go back to the empty house full of my mother's memories. "Three days."

I look over at Harry, who raises his eyebrows at me suspiciously, but I glare at him and he shrugs.

"I'm going home next week, so as long as you're here by then," he says. I nod, but then realize he can't see me.

"Okay, dad. I love you," I say before hanging up.

Harry takes me back into his arms. "Three days, huh?" He says with a smirk.

I slap his arm, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "Three days, to explore the lake and go for hikes and do fun stuff before we have to go home." I reply.

"Fun stuff?" He continues on, wiggling his eyebrows. I roll my eyes and go to get changed into jeans. I'm so glad I brought another pair of clothes in my purse, or else I'd be stuck in my black funeral dress.

Once I'm changed, I head to the bathroom to take off my makeup from yesterday that has now been smudged a odds my cheeks. I don't even know how Harry can look at me.

I look myself in the eye in the mirror and blush. I'm a different person than I was last night. I lost my virginity... I had sex. I never thought this would happen so soon.

A small sheen of sweat starts to appear on my forehead as my thoughts race. I've known Harry for two months, and already we had sex!? Who am I!?

My mother's words come creeping back into my mind. You've changed, Isabelle... I push them away angrily, refusing to recognize the truth. I'm a better person now. I'm happy.

As I return to the main room, Harry throws on a shirt and pants and we walk outside. "Where to?" He asks.

"Can we walk around the lake?" I reply. I could use the fresh air to clear my head.

He nods and leads the way. I entangle our fingers together, holding his arm close. It makes me feel secure, safe.

We start on the little dirt path behind the motel. The lake is so beautiful, the trees blossoming. It's almost summer. I can't believe it. The nature around us starts to bustle as I listen closely. I can hear so many birds chirping, squirrels rustling, leaves falling. As Harry and I walk in silence, I focus in on the water.

I see our reflection in the lake as we walk by. I look different, even from here. My face is blurred by a dragonfly who lands on the water, creating ripples, but I can still see the flush of my cheeks.

Harry speaks up. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He motions to the scene around us.

I nod and smile. it really is beautiful. I lean my face up and kiss him on the cheek. "What was that for?" He asks.

I just blush. "No reason," I reply cheekily.

He takes my by surprise as he sweeps my up into his arms, almost knocking the wind out of me.

I gasp in shock, be his mouth collided with mine before I can exhale.

The kiss is needy, passionate and wanting. The second his lips touched mine, I ignited. I feel like a stick of dynamite that's just been lit, my fuse burning faster and faster, awaiting eruption.

He places us down on a bench, and my legs wrap around his waist as I position myself on his lap. My fingers tangle in his hair, knotting in his curls as he pulls my waist closer.

I deepen the kiss, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to roam freely alongside mine. Suddenly, I feel a vibration below me and I break the kiss.

Harry pulls his phone out of his front pocket and looks up at me. "I need to take this," he says as he helps me off of his lap. He leaves me on the bench as he walks away, his long strides creating more and more distance between us with each step.

He disappears down the trail and I'm left to my thoughts that always seem to wander back to my mother.

Finally, after a few minutes, he returns. I don't notice at first, but he's teary-eyed. He slowly sits down, avoiding my gaze.

My heart speeds up as I wonder what could've possible set him off. "What is it, Harry?" I need to know.

But once he tells me, I really wish he didn't.

Notes

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry for the late update. My grandma had a stroke, so I've been in the hospital with her most days. She's okay for now though, so no need to worry :)

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