I woke up today incredibly inspired. I needed to release everything I was feeling inside of me. The last two days has been a rollercoaster of emotions, more than I can content inside. So, this morning after I woke up next to Harry, I left his room and went to mine, grabbing my notepad and my pencils. I wish I would have brought a canvas, but I didn't know I was going to need them. 

Right now is noon, I'm on our deck sketching away my thoughts. I already painted the view in front of me, but now, I'm painting naked bodies, right now I'm doing the silhouette of a woman. She is covering her body private parts with one arm, but she now with the details I'm making she looks confident and mysterious. 

I focus a lot on her face, a little smirk on her lips. She is blushing, and somehow I feel identified with her. 

Out of nowhere, I feel a pair of arms sneaking around my waist while I'm sitting down on a stool while looking at the distance, the notepad resting on my legs. 

"Here's my girl." I hear Harry whisper to my ear, his face resting on the crook of my neck while I'm still looking at the sketch. "Why did you leave the bed?" 

"I... Felt inspired." I say, moving my face to look at his. 

"Can I see?" He asks lowly, I love being under his embrace. 

I move the notepad up for him to see. He looks over my shoulder and down to the book. He moves his hands and rest them on my legs. He places a kiss on the back of my naked shoulder, is now that I'm noticing I'm not wearing anything under the shirt he was wearing last night. 

"You're so incredibly talented." He says, unholding my body and walking in front of me, he sits on the table in front of me, taking it from me. "Look at the detail." 

I look at him, he is only wearing his swim trunks, his naked chest at full exposure. I bite my lip, if I could I would kiss him and push his body down the table, but in the daylight we have to be very careful when we are in a public space. So, instead of doing what I want to do to him, I take the notepad out of his hand. 

"Stay there." I say, glancing at him and moving the pencil on the paper. 

"What are you doing?" He tilts his head to a side, I smile in response. 

"Just stay still where you are." I give him a smile, biting on my bottom lip as an instinct. 

"Are you going to paint me like one of your french girls?" He jokes, I almost lose my concentration wanting to burst out laughing. 

"Harry! Just stay still." I laugh, shaking my head at him. "Please." 

"I'm sorry, I'll try." He chuckles, moving his eyes away from me and looking down at the distance. 

I don't put much detail on his face, all I wanted right now was to focus on his body. His body is lean but he doesn't have prominent muscles, they are there but not completely marked. And his tattoos, every single one of them that I'm catching from his position. Then, I continue to draw his hands and all his rings, even when he's missing one, the one I'm wearing. 

I have a debility for his hands. 

"Can you stop biting your lip?" He says interrupting my concentration. "It's very hard to keep still when I want to stand up and bite it myself." 

"If you let me finish this maybe I will let you." I reply, a flirty smile on my lips. 

"Then we have a deal." He says, I have to suppress my smile. 

After ten minutes I finish the drawing with shadows and everything. It's magnificent, even when I don't usually like most of my finished sketches. In this, he looks like a Greek god, I even had a little chance to finish the detail of his plump lips. 

I smile, feeling the butterflies kick my stomach. It's now that I'm realizing that I'm falling for him, slowly and it scares me. Maybe I shouldn't be scared. 

"Done." I say, he turns to look at me and stands up in front of me. 

He looks at the notepad and takes it from me, his eyebrows move up impressed. He chuckles, moving his finger over the drawing. 

"It's me. I mean- I knew you were doing a drawing of me I just..." He frowns, but he looks completely impressed. "I have never seen myself in a drawing, that looks like a photograph, before." 

"Do you like it?" I stand up next to him, looking down at the notepad. 

"Like it? I love it." He looks at me, a wide smile on his face, with dimples and all. 

"I'm glad you do." I say, responding with a smile. 

He closes the notepad, placing it on the table next to him. He then turns to me, placing a small kiss on my lips. He then looks at me, even when I want to kiss him again and just get lost in him. 

"Let's go have something to eat, I'm starving." He says, his hands leave my face and he holds my hand to start walking. 

"Uh- I think I... Need to get dressed first." I say, taking a step ahead from him an leaving his hand. 

As I walk in front of him I move his shirt that I'm wearing a bit up, it was covering just the top of my thighs so when I lift it up, he can see a hint of my derriere, just a little. 

"I guess we're not having breakfast anytime soon, love." He takes the two steps that I was front of him and hugs me from behind, his hand sneaking inside of my shirt. 

"I wasn't even hungry." I turn around, making him follow me inside of my room while I connect our lips again. 

Let's just say that we didn't leave my bedroom for another hour and a half. I can't describe the way I feel when we are lost in one another. I feel an explosion of pleasure in every kiss, I feel vulnerable in a good way with every touch. I want to always be connected this way with him, it's a strong connection I haven't felt before. 

So far, he makes me reach a kind of climax I have never experienced. But it's so much more than that. 

Right now, I'm on top of him, my finger is making circles on his chest. We're still catching our breaths, resting after our little encounter. I can't help but smile, it has been like this since that night after our fight. I'm happy, genuinely. 

But right now looking at him, that same slight grin on his face, I want to get inside of his head and know if he's as happy as I am, even when I know he probably is.

"Harry..." My voice is foreign after only pronouncing moans. He keeps moving his hand on my hair, he is half sit up so he has to look a bit down to lock eyes with me. 

"Yes, babe?" He looks at me with those incredible green eyes. 

"Are you happy with me?" I ask, hiding my bottom lip inside my mouth. He slightly tilts his head to a side, he smiles. 

"Why are you asking?" He moves my body a bit up, now our faces are face to face. 

"I just... Want to know." I say, shyly. He licks his lip before replying. 

"I haven't been this happy in my entire life, Frances." He says, his hand moves to my face, pushing my hair behind my ear. His other hand resting in the small of my naked back. "I mean it." 

I swallow hard, his eyes look truthfully, he is meaning it. And that makes me even more scared. 

"What's wrong, baby? I know there's something inside your head." He says lowly, suddenly turning us over so he hovers above me. "You can trust me." 

"I know, I know. I just- I..." I look at him, I move my hand to his fallen little curl on his forehead. "Is it normal that I'm... Scared?" 

He runs his thumb down my cheek, still gazing at me with kind eyes. 

"You don't have to be scared." He says, his voice is low only for me to hear. 

"I know, but I still am." I say, leaving a small sigh out. "Falling in love is always scary to me." 

His eyebrows move up and is just now that I realize I say that out loud. He grins, I open my mouth surprised as well. 

"I... I didn't mean that." I frown shaking my head but he moves his thumb over my mouth shooshing me off. 

"Are you- falling for me?" He asks, some kind of hope hidden in his voice. 

I look at him, at his green amazing eyes. I feel my heart accelerate under him, our naked bodies against each other's. And I think of our history together. Of everything we have lived. And I think about him, about the amazing person he is. Even with his mistakes, his mood swings, all his persona. 

"Maybe." I whisper, finally admitting it out loud. 

He looks at me, and it takes me by surprise when he connect his lips with mine in a strong firm kiss. He holds my head secure, putting everything in that kiss. After a moment he separates from the kiss, staying very close to have the chance to look at me. 

"You don't have to be scared, Frances. I, I promise-" He stops, like trying to find the right words. "I promise that if you are letting yourself fall, I will be here to catch you-" He rests his forehead in mine. "Because I already took that jump long ago."

I suddenly feel emotional, the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I feel warm inside of me, this is so new to me. I don't know what to say, but even before I try to say something, he continues.

"If you do fall for me..." He whispers, his hand holding my face in such a loving way. "You will make me the luckiest man alive." 

"Oh, Harry." This time it's me the one that goes forwards to kiss him. 

I bring him even more close to me holding the back of his neck, I truly feel for him. He means a lot, even more than I'm ready to accept. He separates from me, for only one second, he gazes at me, I can almost see the caring feeling behind his eyes. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but after a second of thinking, he closes it again. Placing a small peck on my lips. 

"What do you think if we go out tonight?" He says after a few seconds of deep, close, silence. "Let me take you to dinner." 

"I would love to." I say, a smile on my face. 

-

It was a bit rough to get to our next destination, even this large yacht suffered a bit but we are finally arriving to St Kitts and Nevis. We arrived at night, and as soon as we anchored here there was a boat already coming to get us to go have dinner in town. I'm already dressed, I'm just waiting for Harry who is talking with our captain. 

Apparently, as we stayed another day in St Barts our schedule changed. So we are now going to Antigua and Barbuda tomorrow, and we will stay in the island for two nights. I think it would be great to stay in land. I mean, I don't get dizzy and you barely notice you're in the sea but you feel it at the end of the day, a kind of weird dizziness in your head. I want to sleep in a bed, placed in the ground. 

Harry finally walks out of the captains room and tells me we can go now, the boat is here for us. This distance is shorter than the one in St Barts so it takes us only a few minutes to get to the shore. Once in there, we make our way to the town. This time, Harry holds my hand while walking. 

I don't mind, I actually like having our fingers intertwined. 

"What kind of food are we getting? I'm very hungry." I ask, now noticing there's a man following us a few steps behind us. "Wait. Is that a bodyguard?" I whisper to him.

"Caribbean." He says, biting his tongue and then answering the second question. "Just for safety. He will be helpful if there are any paparazzis here."

"You do know it wasn't necessary, right?" I say, giving him a smile as we walk. "But if it makes you feel better, he can follow us then." 

"It does makes me calmer." He adds, bringing my hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of it. "Thank you for understanding." 

"It's nothing." I reply with a smile. 

In just a few minutes of walking around the guard also shows us the way to the restaurant. It's a nice open restaurant that has fishes hanging on the columns. Everything is white and navy blue, I really like it. They sit us in a table that has a view of the sea in front of us, you can hear the waves breaking from here. 

It's a sound that takes me back to Los Angeles. 

"You know, I love spending time in the ocean and I have barely touched the water in this trip." I say, taking the glass of water the waiter is placing in front of us. 

"I think we have been busy." He smirks, letting a chuckle out. "But you can do whatever you want, you're free." 

"I know." I say, slightly blushing at his words. "I used to love surfing. It's my favorite sport to practice." 

"Can I tell you a secret?" He says, half closing his eyes in a stare. I nod my head, leaning forward on the table. "When we first met, I saw a picture of you and another girl, you had surf boards around. You had it as a wallpaper in your phone." 

"You and your snooping." I shake my head at him, it makes him chuckle. 

"I have to say, you were really hot in that picture." He moves his hands up apologetically. 

"I think I remember the picture, I was with my sister." I smile, thinking about the day the picture was taken. It was her birthday and all she wanted was to spend the day with the family at the beach. I smile, nostalgically. 

"Do you miss her?" He asks, like if he was reading my mind. 

"Very much." I say, the same smile still on my face. "She's like my best friend." 

"I know that feeling." He says, a nostalgic smile also on his lips. It makes me sad inside, knowing what happened with his sister. "How old is she?" 

"She's going to turn seventeen soon." I smile thinking of her. "She's the most gorgeous girl. I'm actually scared because I know there's a lot of boys behind her." 

"Well, of course she is gorgeous, she's your sister." He says, a smirk on his face. "Same genes." 

"She would die if she hears that from you." I add, moving my eyes to the menu. Almost everything in here is fish, or rice. Or rice with fish. So I order that with a side of salad. "She was the reason I knew about you in the first place." 

"I can't wait to thank her." He chuckles, ordering himself rice with shrimps. 

We talk about our families, it's a nostalgic topic for the both of us because he usually doesn't spend that much time around his family and I have ten months or more without seeing mine. And right now while he tells me about his dad and his love for fishing, is that I'm realizing that if we are together in the future, he will meet my parents. And my sister. 

It's a thought that never crossed my mind before even when it was evident. I don't know how would my mom react, she watches the news, I'm sure she knows who he is. 

"Frances? Earth to Frances?" Harry moves his hand in front of me, I giggle, I zoned out. 

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I smile, focusing back on him. 

"I asked you if you wanted wine." He says and I nod my head, he already has a bottle of white wine in his hand. "What's in your head?" 

"Nothing important, just- Maybe it's too soon to think about it but..." I babble around, taking the glass he placed in front of me. "I was thinking of you meeting my parents." 

"And you think that's nothing important?" He laughs, I guess it is kind of a big deal. 

"Well, I already met your mom and she was lovely. But, my parents..." I take a sip of the wine, it's kind of strong for my taste but it has a great flavor. "I don't know how they would react when they see me with you." 

"I guess they don't know about me yet." He says and I shyly smile. 

"Unless it's an official boyfriend, I don't tell them about my relationships." I explain, taking his hand over the table. "I'm close to them, but, not that close." 

"Are you hinting something to me, Frances?" He closes his eyes, in a playful judgemental way. 

"No, no I'm not!" I say, opening my mouth. 

"I think you did." He says, his lips in a tight smile. He then continues, chanting in a childish way. "Frances wants a boyfriend, Frances wants a boyfriend." 

"Oh my god." I laugh and roll my eyes, my cheeks blush slightly. "You're such a kid." 

"I am." He says, taking his glass up. "Cheers to always have the spirit of a kid." 

"Cheers." I hold my glass up, clinking it with his. 

The waiter finally arrives with our food, we decided to not order an entry to leave place for dessert. This tastes amazing, the rice is delicious and it has a little taste of lemon and coconut. Sweet and bitter, it's the first time I like both flavors in one plate. 

"Can I ask you something?" Harry says, he swallows his food and takes a sip of wine. 

"Of course." I say, giving him an 'obviously' look. 

"What do you think your parents would think?" He asks, stopping the movements of his hands on his plate. He looks concerned somehow. "Of me, as your boyfriend?" 

I swallow my wine, looking at him without moving my eyes from him. It's actually cute for him to ask, but I think I'm missing something here. 

"If you have something else to say, you can ask me. Directly." I say, I know the tone of his voice and his stares enough to know he is keeping something for him. 

"I mean..." He moves his eyes down, leaving his cutlery resting on the plate. "I'm not the ideal prototype of a boyfriend. Look at me." He points at himself, moving his hands along. "I have tattoos, I have a bad public image and bad reputation. I literally sing about having rough one night stands with girls for fun. I'm not the boyfriend a mum would want for her daughter." 

"Harry. What are you talking about?" I give him half a smile, I knew he was hiding something but I never expected this. "Of course they would not think about you that way." 

"Then what would they think?" He laughs, nervously. "It has been forever since the last time I met the parents of a girl I like." 

I smile, he is being so cute. 

"To be honest, I think my dad is not going to be happy at first. But I think he will like you with time. You share the same hobbies after all." I say, moving my hand to reach his over the table. "My mom, on the other hand, she doesn't judge a book by its cover, she's very gentle. They will see exactly what I see in you." I run my thumb over his hand, he grins. "A caring, loving person that is his own kind of funny. A talented guy, and maybe a little indecent sometimes. But they will see a good person in you. They are going to adore you." 

He grins widely now, his lips pressed together. 

"You will have time to prepare for that encounter." I say, going back to my glass of wine. "I don't think it will happen anytime soon." 

"I think you're right." He says, holding his fork again. "First I need to work on that hint you gave me." 

I roll my eyes again, this topic makes me all flustered. Thinking of him as my boyfriend is something I would have never imagined. Maybe it's still too soon, I don't know how this will end up. 

But it's nice to have that image in my head. 

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A/N: I already decided the end of this book and it's going to shook you all. I wish I could write it all right now. 

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By the way, have you ever dreamed about Harry??