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So maybe I wasn't being entirely fair with him. I'm practically cheating in the cruelest way. He can't help his hormones and the fact that he has an excessive obsession with my chest -- laughter creeping upon me as I stared over at him. I couldn't piece together the way he was looking at me, and how his eyes would pop right out of their sockets if he stared more.

My chest was murky beneath the dark water, and you could barely see anything, especially from the distance Harry sat at the deck from. I was only three feet away from his legs that hung down the deck into the water. I threw him a kissy face, crossing my arms over my chest and indeed increasing the visibility of my cleavage beneath the water to the surface.

"I'm staying right here," his jaw was clenched tightly, speaking through his frustration. This was super childish, but here we were playing this game on each other, in the dark and in a murky lake. Who knew what was in here? A disease? Animals I don't want to encounter? But none of those things crossed my mind as I looked at him.

I grinned sweetly, my cheeks feeling tight at the true sourness behind it. "Okay, baby."

Harry's eyes narrowed at my words. See, the thing about twisting his words around in my use was perfect because I knew I'll easily get to him much quicker. A childish giggle left my lips, clearly angering him a little more. He wasn't angry at the fact I just took off my top for him -- he was actually enjoying that too much probably -- but he was mad because I was undeniably going to win soon enough.

"You think you're slick?" He asked, lip gnarled in disgust.

I hummed. "Yup."

"You'll regret this." Harry warned darkly, his eyes still straining themselves from looking at my chest.

I scoffed. "What cha gonna lure me in with? Your d*ck? 'Cause I've seen plenty." Truth is I've only seen about three and they each got less impressive. Harry somehow knew that, because he began to laugh.

"Oh really? Clary told me you aren't as sexually active as you like to let people on." He spat, triumph in his eyes and the glory of mischief brighter in his gorgeous eyes. His hair was still dry, and I wanted it wet so I could remind myself how I'd dunk him in the water over and over until he begged for mercy.

Grumbling, I dropped my arms from my chest. "Clary has a big mouth."

"I guess we're both liars, huh?"

"You said you didn't lie about not sleeping around with girls," I pointed out, hoping I didn't catch him in a lie because that would really hurt right now and I don't have the slightest idea why.

Harry shook his hand in his hair, pushing the curls back away from his face again. "I didn't lie. I told you...people just assumed --" I interrupted him.

Sighing heavily, I rolled my eyes. "I know that. But I really hope you're not lying to me." My tone was serious, lacking the hatred and the teasing that it's usually dripping in as if it was dunked in the water like Harry's ass will be in sand when he loses this bet.

Harry looked at me, and by my own judgment I could tell he was just as serious. "Why would you be upset? I thought you didn't give the slightest fuck about me?" 

A heavy breath escaped me as I felt myself shiver in the cool water. Maybe I should have kept that to myself? Great, I sighed again. Letting my hand run through the water, I reluctantly spoke -- not being able to look at him because my feelings weren't something I shared often. "I just...It'd hurt if you were lying to me. Because...I believed you."

"I'm not lying, Serenity. I know it looks bad, the shit you hear and the things people say, but I'm not like that." He assured me quietly.

The atmosphere went from childish bets to frustration, again to teasing and shifted to something I hated more than my flats; personal, deep conversations. "I hope not," I said quietly. I heard him sigh loudly, shifting in his seat before he stood up. I thought he was going to leave until he stood there for a few more seconds.

Reluctantly and hesitatingly, he jumped into the water. He rose to the surface, hair in his face, soaked and now a darker brown. I impulsively held my breasts behind my crossed arms, now really regretting I ever took off my top just to tease him. I didn't think we'd be having this conversation right now. He swam towards me, pushing his curls from his face when he was about twelve inches from me.

I felt myself grow strangely hot in the water as I felt his hands snake to my waist, holding me there beneath the water. It was like my body was a hot air balloon. Hot up top and cooler down at the bottom. My toes were cold, my face hot. I felt nervous suddenly, looking into his crystal, pale green eyes. In the moonlight a shadow cast over his face a bit, and I gradually began to fall in love with his deeply defined jaw.

He didn't get too close up in my face, which I'm glad for. "I'm not lying," he said slowly. "I...I like you, Serenity. I know I'm a little complicating, we're complicating, but I just want you to know the truth."

"Why do you like me? I was a bitch to you from the beginning." I told him, trying to find some reason behind why he likes me. Maybe if it's not a good enough reason I could easily get over this tiny little spark of emotion he gives me.

Harry shrugged, a slight curve in his lips -- a lazy side grin. "That may be true, but I rather be with someone spontaneous and crazy rather than someone who bores me with books and homework. I have no clue what you're gonna say next, and that excites me a little. Maybe in more ways than one."

I laughed a little at his small joke. His words got to me so deep, like cutting through a crusty, old, nasty cake and somehow getting to the soft, sweet, gushy middle. My cheeks blushed brightly and proud, unashamed of the way Harry grinned when he saw the shade of my usually light pink cheeks turning darker.

"You're a little cheesy, Harry Styles."

"And you're not a bitch, Serenity Carter." He said, his voice so soft and sincere I wanted to puke out the sweet inside of my cake, but at the same time reserve it for the rest of my life.

My body betrayed me as my arms wrapped around his neck, and he gladly enclosed the distance between us. It just hit me that I'm topless, and my bo*bs were now pushed up against his bare chest. Squealing, I began to pull away but his hands on my waist rushed me back to his body. Our noses almost touched, but I remained a little reluctant about this.

"Harry, I know you're enjoying this right now, but I'd appreciate it if we didn't get this close just yet," I told him, a little nervous about this. I'm obviously not the prude type, but if I was going to be serious with him, I didn't want to go down this road. Coming from me, that's a little hard to believe.

Harry chuckled, "I know, but I couldn't help myself. I promise I can't even see them."

"Yeah...but you can feel them," I remarked, eyebrows raised.

He rolled his eyes, still not letting me go. "You don't get the full affect if you can't see them. Just feeling is just part of the package." It was my turn to roll my eyes, and he laughed breathlessly. "Damn, they're big, and soft." He added, biting his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth. His lips ring looked so sexy there, and I just wanted to throw myself into a pit of fire, but still the heat couldn't compare to what I was feeling right now.

I let it go because he wasn't going to quit it now. I decided to ignore it, letting Harry's nose graze the skin of my cheek while I spoke to him. This type of affection was so strange, and foreign for us. I don't think neither of us thought we'd be doing this in a few weeks.

"Seriously, you can get any girl. Someone who'd actually get into her pants." I was careful, knowing I sounded a little harsh, and added, "Because you're not getting into mine until I give you permission." 

He smiled, his nose still grazing my burning, red cheek. "I don't want any girl who'd let me in her pants. I just like you, and I can't really help that. But this does mean you like me, too, and you're willing to give whatever this is becoming a shot?"

I stopped to think, knowing I'll have to reply pretty fast. Did I really like Harry enough to try? I'm barely capable of liking someone, because emotion makes me sick. Sick because it's too sweet or too sour. But with Harry emotions are thick and both sour and sweet. At times sweeter than cake and others very sour like my mom's personality.

"I've dated about two times in my life. When I was in fifth grade, and seventh." At that, I guess the air grew a little less serious, because we both ended up laughing at my barely-there love life. With a smile on my face, I continued. "But that doesn't mean I'm entirely clueless. We're not dating yet...but yeah, I guess I do like you."

"And why is that?" He asked quietly.

He answered me quickly, sincerely, and faster than I thought an arrogant asshole -- excuse used0-to-be asshole towards me -- would ever answer so sweetly. It was my turn to say something like that, and I knew I couldn't do it as perfectly as he did, because maybe I'm just as sour as my mom.

"Because..." I started slowly, "You make me laugh. I like someone who makes me laugh. And...I hate when people keep secrets, which you don't really seem to have any. You're open and blunt, something I kind of like a lot. I might've truly wanted to murder you with my math text book, but you're all those things I like and in fact...maybe a little more."

Harry's hand grazed the side of my head, close to my ear, and across my wet hair. A smile was plastered on his face, our eyes meeting, and our noses grazing each other at the tips. I felt a little better after saying what I said, and I can't believe myself for it.

"I thought you hated me," he laughed quietly, barely laughter there as it is.

I shook my head. "If there's one thing -- actually the only thing -- I learned from Clary is that...people gotta start somewhere. And ours was a little different, I guess."

"You're nicer than you like to admit to yourself, Serenity. Much more wiser than you act. I don't know...you're fucking confusing but I like that I know you're putting an act."

The feeling was scary. Harry got to my gushy insides faster than I could count the ten fingers on both hands. I am not one of those people who has a hard time letting people in, because if I end up hurt in the end, I'm usually cold-hearted about it. I can love someone, but it's rare for me to actually feel hurt if that person leaves. I know, it's awful, but that's the way I've lived.

Harry, however, bends and breaks all my fucking rules.

I like him, and that's where I let myself think. "Are you really sure that...that this would work? That we'll end up...together...as in dating?" I breathed out the question like the pressure was leaving my chest just as the words did.

Both his hands left my waist now, grabbing my face gently. His eyes narrowed, frowning at what I was saying. "I'm fucking crazy for telling you this," he grumbled before he raised his voice to normal volume. "All my life I've lacked being certain of things. I'm careless about the shit I do..," he chuckled breathlessly, like he was a madman. "But I've never been so sure about this, alright? If we don't end up together and even if we end up hating each other like before...I'm assuring you now that...that this is what I want. I'm certain."

I felt like my face melted off my face. He nudged his nose against mine, lips almost touching mine. "Can I kiss you, now?" He asked quietly.

A grin overtook my face. I pushed him away with all my might, sending him only three inches away. "No way, Styles. Go and get your ass on that sand, pretty boy."