Something Good Can Work: Book Two - ON HOLD INDEFINITELY-

The timing couldn’t be better, I desperately needed an escape. Ibiza was just that, the perfect escape. Harry’s cousin, Thomas, was quite a bit wealthier than he let on, we flew first class to the island and once we’d arrived, there was a private beach waiting for us.
“What exactly does Thomas do?” I asked as we waited on our baggage, speaking low to avoid him hearing. Harry gave me a grin and leaned down closer.
“He married rich.” He said with a smirk, I turned her gaze to his cousin’s wife. Her name was Margot which I thought was a bit underwhelming for her. She was tall and curvy, bleach blonde hair, not a wrinkle in sight. It occurred to me that these flawless features were all probably purchased. I bit down on my bottom lip and looked back up at him. “Well, I guess that works.”
“Of course it does, they’re mad about each other so it’s a win win. He also works at a bank.” Harry said as he moved forward and grabbed his bag from the luggage belt. It kind of left a bad taste in my mouth, I wasn’t exactly sure why.
The ride to the beach was long, lots of curvy roads and I was sure we were one hundred miles from civilization, but when I’d given up hope we passed through a small village. It had a fresh market vibe to it and there were multiple spirits stores. I looked at Harry with a grin, Thomas and Margot were in the car ahead of us, they were really going all out.
“Not so bad, huh?” Harry offered as if this were an everyday thing for him. I knew it wasn’t though, he was only putting on a show to impress me. I took his hand in mine and smiled. It was everything.
Once we’d gotten to the villa’s I thought I was going to die. There they were, right on the water. If there were any type of natural disaster that warranted the water to rise, they would be washed away. We went inside and looked around, it really felt like we were there unsupervised, Margot and Thomas went straight to their villa and said they’d see us for dinner. I looked at Harry once we were inside and let out a squeal, this was beautiful.
We quickly changed into our swimsuits and raced to the beach, of course his long legs gave him the advantage and he left me in his dust. He stopped right as his toes hit the shoreline though and turned to run back to me, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, belting out a loud grunt as he did so. I was laughing like a loon as he ran into the water with me still over his shoulder, I was frightened my already small bikini bottom would fall off if I slid back anymore.

He dropped me into the waves before going under himself. The water was warm enough to swim in, but cool enough to be refreshing. It was the clearest blue I had ever seen. I popped back up and dodged another wave, my hair (Which by the way had been corrected and was back to its natural blonde tint) was stringy and stuck to my cheeks as I tried to find my balance.

“This is heaven, definitely heaven.” Harry said with a cheesy grin.

I hadn’t told him about the letter yet. I wasn’t sure how to approach it. I didn’t know how he’d take it? Would he be sad or relieved? Maybe I was just trying to spare myself from going through it again. Either way, I was avoiding it for now. Louis had taken it pretty well, it seemed to give him the closure he really needed and to be honest, I wasn’t even that mad at Alison anymore. I couldn’t go against Niall’s wishes, not now. He was the sincerest of all of us and we ostracized him, because he had feelings for me. It really always came back to me, didn’t it? If I had stayed in the states, if my mother hadn’t gone and gotten herself killed, then Niall would probably be surrounded by his friends and family. Receiving chemo, but his spirits would be high because I would not exist to him.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt myself being lifted by a wave and crashing harshly against me and dragging me down. I wasn’t under long, Harry quickly pulled me up to the surface.

“What are you doing?! Are you okay!?” Harry shouted above the ocean waves that had suddenly gotten very loud. I closed my eyes, hoping my salty tears would mix with the ocean’s water that already dripped from my cheeks. He pulled me in, clearly I had failed in masking my cries.
“I’m sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts…” I explained as I snaked my arms around his waist and held on for dear life. Of course I spoiled the moment, it’s what I did. I spoiled everything.



We went back in soon after and decided to just lay on the beach, bake in the sand, and I tried to get my head together. Harry had brought his guitar outside and was strumming mindlessly as he watched the waves, the sun was started to get lower now and I could feel my back getting burnt.
“How long?” I asked, looking up at him.
“You’ve been baking for an hour on your back side, that makes you even now.” He gave me a grin. I had him play the timer so I could get an even tan. I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead, sand covered my legs as I moved to sit up.
“Play me something.” I said softly.
“What do you want to hear love?” He asked, positioning the guitar on his lap as he shook his hair from his eyes.
“Something old.” I said as I moved closer to him.
“Pink Floyd?” He asked, knowing exactly the tune I was reaching for.
His fingers began picking slowly at the chords, the opening of “Wish You Were Here” strummed out perfectly. I inhaled and pulled my towel around me, suddenly catching a chill.
His voice was perfect as always,

“So, so you think you can tell….heaven from hell…..blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil, do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change – did you exchange a walk on part in a war, for a lead role in a cage….”

He looked up at me, as if signaling for me to take over. I didn’t sing often, but with him it was easy. My voice trembled slightly, but soon I was singing like no one was watching.

“How I wish, how I wish you were here…. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year…running over the same old ground….what have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here….”

When I had finished, he strummed his guitar to slowly fade the melody out and then looked at me.
“Wow.” He said with a scoff.
“What?” I said, feeling incredibly self-conscious.
“I didn’t realize you were so good…”
I cleared my throat and shook my head, thankful that the sun had kissed my cheeks enough to hide my blush.
“I’m not…but thank you.”
“You are, babe you’re great. Please say you’ll sing with me some time… your voice is exactly what I need to make a few of the songs I’ve been working on come together, I know it.” He was so excited, his guitar had found it’s home in the sand and he was quickly moving toward me. Like a kid reaching for a lollipop. I laughed as he embraced me and pushed me back into the sand, covering my face with smooches.
“Please say yes, say yes, c’mon say yes.” He said in a sweet, childlike tone.
“No, I couldn’t-“
“You could! You will, say you will my love. Make me the happiest”
It felt like a damned marriage proposal. I couldn’t deny his puppy dog eyes and his sly grin.
“Fine!” I declared, pushing him back this time and crawling over him.
“But, I think I’ll need some payment…” I said with a smirk.
“Anything you desire, anything for you my love.” He said with a grin, knowing exactly what I meant.

Notes

I was obviously feeling quite inspired today! Hope you all enjoy!