I headed out of the bathroom after taking a pee and found Zayn sleeping on the living room's couch, drunk. Niall has been sleeping on the sand on their backyard, also drunk. Diana had already went back home while Olivia is now sleeping inside the spare room of this massive house. I can't find Harry and Georgia-Rose so I decided to head out to the backyard to wake Niall up and help him out of the sand because I bet he'd catch a cold but I halted when I heard Harry's voice.
I followed where the voice was coming from and it led me up the stares. I walked to the bedroom where I can hear the voice and he was talking with Georgia-Rose, who also had a lot of bottles to drink earlier. I stood by a slightly opened bedroom where I can see Georgia-Rose crying as she sits on the foot of her bed topless and only had an underwear.
"Harry please." She begs.
"Georgie, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." he answers her. "Get some clothes and go to sleep." He tells her like a big brother.
"Is it because of this woman you just met?" She stands from the bed.
This was a completely different woman. This was not the Georgia-Rose that I met earlier. This side of her is confident and loud, contrary to the silent and timid woman she showed to all of us.
"Merry has nothing to do with this." Harry answers.
"Then why don't you sleep with me?" She asks, sounding as if she was pleading Harry for sex.
He sighs, "Georgie, you know that I don't see you that way. I respect you and I think of you as a younger sister. I can't and I will never have sex with you."
"Why do you have to be so selfish Harry!?"
He breathes heavily, "You're just drunk. Tomorrow you'll forget about all of this. So go to sleep."
I moved away from the door as soon as Harry was rushing out of the bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and stared at me as I was standing here feeling guilty for listening. "I'm sorry." I say.
"I... I didn't mean to listen. I shouldn't have." I added.
Harry shakes his head, "It's fine. I should be the one who should apologize that you saw her like that."
Harry and I headed to the staircase together. "Is she... always like that?" I ask, curiously.
He nods. "When she's terribly drunk. But she tends to forget about it the next day."
"I see. She likes you a lot."
"Obsessed, is the correct word. All these times that I was nice to her, she misinterpreted the things I was doing. Now every time she gets drunk, she strips in front of me and asks for sex."
We finally reached the ground floor of their beach house and now it made sense why Harry kept reminding her earlier not to get drunk. "Why don't you just get over it with her?"
He looks at me disapprovingly, "I'm not going to fuck her. Georgie is like a sister to me. And besides, if I give in to her wants then she will assume that I am really into her. I don't like to set her hopes up."
It's amazing how he does not take advantage of Georgia-Rose's vulnerability and state of mind when she is really drunk. If it were other men, they would have taken advantage of her feelings just for sex.
"It's pretty late. It's 2AM, mind if you stay here instead?" He asks.
I paused and thought for a second before answering, "But Olivia is already sleeping in the spare room."
"You can sleep in my room." He offers instantly. "I can take Zayn's."
"What? Is it even alright?" I ask as I glance at Zayn. "I mean, we can wake Zayn up and I can sleep on the couch." I offered but Harry was already shaking his head. I travelled my eyes to Niall who is still sleeping outside. "Also, Niall is still sleeping on the sand. Shouldn't we wake him up or something?"
"Nah, Niall is a deep sleeper. It'll take you hours to wake him up."
I nod at him before glancing at the piano. "Who plays the piano in here?" I ask as I walk towards it.
"Uhh... Nobody really plays the piano in here that much. Sometimes I play when they aren't around the house." Harry answers shyly as he follows me.
My brows creasing, "Why is that?"
"I just don't like playing when somebody is around."
I purse my lips, "So that means you know how to sing too?"
"Oh, don't push your luck America."
I grin, "I take that as a yes."
He shakes his head sideways subtly while he rests his elbow over the grand piano before asking, "Do you know how to play?" His eyes interested to know.
I decided to take a seat as he stands there next to me, "I'm not really good at it. Can you play for me?"
Harry looks hesitant. "I just told you I don't want to play when somebody is around."
"Come on. You can just imagine that I am not here." I begged and I know his eyes tells me that he does not want to play the piano. "You said you play the piano and I want to know how god you are." I tell him as I pat the piano chair so he can sit next to me.
He didn't move.
"Come on. You brought me all the way here and you can't even entertain your guest?" I pat the piano chair again. "Please Harry?"
He groans before taking the seat next to me, "I haven't played the piano in front of someone a long time now. The last time I played the piano in front of another person was 12 years ago."
"12? Wow. Who did you play for?"
"My grandma. She requested it before she died."
I frowned, "I'm sorry for asking."
Harry smiles weakly at me as he rubs my spine with his huge hand, "It's alright."
I pulled my head up to him and smiled, "It's fine if you make a mistake when you play. I mean, I bet I suck more at playing the keys." I encouraged him.
He just stares at me, "You're really pushy."
"I'm just here trying my luck." I smile at him. "Will you sing for me?" I asked kindly.
He looked up to the ceiling while groaning and he looked as if it was something he does not want to do. Clearly, he does not play for much people, "Don't push it, America."
"Please?"
Harry exhales heavily before turning his head back to my direction. "I'll play only this one time, for you." He tells me while he stares into my eyes before placed his hands over the piano. I didn't know what he meant but he sounded sincere when he told me he would play for me or maybe I am just thinking way too much than I should.
"Under one condition." He adds.
"I'm doubtful with your conditions." I tell him as I see him smirking. "But what is it?"
"You'll learn how to surf with me."
I gaped as I was scoffing. "I knew you have something under your sleeve. Fine."
He nods with a smile before asking, "Do you know the song Turning Page?"
"No, I don't."
Harry pushes his hair back while raking his fingers through his luscious curls as he stares into my eyes deeply, "Well you better sit back, relax and listen well because this is for one night only." He tells me with his mischievous dimpled smile.
"I'm all ears." I answer.
He started playing a slightly melancholy song as his emerald eyes focused on how his fingers were playing the white and black keys. I loved watching how his fingers move around the keyboard and how he purses his lips subtly while he plays the intro of the song. The sound of the music coming from the piano echoes inside the silent beach house as I hear the waves from the ocean on the background.
"I've waited a hundred years. I'd wait a million more for you." Harry begins to sing and his deep voice just captivated me, melting my weak heart.
He closes his eyes as he sings with feelings and I can really feel how passionate he was in playing the piano. "Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do."
He travelled his eyes towards me as he continued playing and I was completely enraptured. "If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. If I had only seen how you smiled when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. Oh I would've known what I was living for all along. What I've been living for." I can feel myself blushing to how he stares at me because it's as if he was singing this song for me and how it's making me feel utterly vulnerable.
Harry turns his attention back to the piano and started playing notes a little fast as I watch how he purses his lips while he hits the keys. "Your love is my turning page, only the sweetest words remain."
I loved how he hits the keys while his head sways to the tune of what he was soulfully playing while deep raspy voice sounds terribly soothing to the ears. His voice, sounded like an angel but so sinfully sexy at the same time as it echoes throughout the entire living room.
"Every kiss is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefining phrase."
Harry travelled his eyes towards me and all of a sudden I was frozen by his stunning green eyes, "I surrender who I've been for who you are. For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. If I had only felt how it feels to be yours."
He smiles while looking away from me, "Well I would have known what I've been living for all along. What I've been living for."
I loved watching how he would cock his head slightly backwards while closing his eyes when he sings a higher note and how his brows crease in the middle of his forehead as a reflex action to when he sings a lower note. For this moment, I see him as a different man and definitely not the cocky and charming Harry that I knew when I met him earlier. He is naturally musically talented.
His eyes focused back on the keys and I can see through his eyes the passion he has for music and even though he tells me that he has not played the piano for a long time, he is still so damn good at it. Thus was pure talent. He can amazingly sing and can reach high notes which was absolutely beautiful. This man, can actually sing on a big stage in front of millions of screaming fans appreciating his talent.
"Though we're tethered to the story we must tell."
His voice softens as his emerald green eyes now focused back at me as his fingers kept jumping over the white and lack keys of this grand piano, "When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well with a whisper we will tame the vicious seas like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees."
He plays a short riffs before the song came to an end, leaving me completely speechless. Harry turned his head towards me as I began to clap for him while he smiles. "Thank you, you're too kind." He says.
"You're really talented." I tell him.
He crinkles his nose, "Nah, it was just pure luck."
I shake my head sideways disagreeing, "That was not pure luck. That was talent. Pure talent. Your grandma would be so proud of you. You should be a singer, just like Jackson Styles. Actually you remind me of him in his younger days, my mom has tons of his CDs and she even went to his concerts. Ohmigod, if you're going to be famous, you can have sold out world tour concerts and--"
"I don't like music." He cuts me off as he stands from the piano chair. Harry looked instantly pissed and I wondered what I have said wrongly that made him angry. He rakes his fingers over his hair as he stares at me coldly. "It's pretty late, we should sleep. I'll show you my bedroom."
I silently nodded and decided to drop the topic Clearly, I said something wrong and it makes me somewhat guilty for making his mood change. I wonder what I said wrong that made him a little pissed. I followed him up to the staircase silently as he walks me to his bedroom. He opened the door for me as he tells me that his room was a little bit messy when it was definitely not messy at all. He was surprisingly very much well organized even to these surfing magazines that were piled one over the other. Harry did not have a lot of stuff in his bedroom and he even had his own balcony outside where he can see the entire beach. There was not much stuff in here aside from his long board and short board, a bed with white bedsheets, his dresser and a small study table on the corner with his laptop.
"Make yourself feel at home." He tells me with a smile. "Good night Merry."
"Goodnight Harry."
I watch him as he walks towards the door but even before he can shut it, I called out, "Harry wait!"
He halted and stared back at me, "Yeah?" He stands by the doorway as he pushes his hair back.
"If I said something wrong that made you feel slightly angry, I'm sorry." I say.
Harry smiles his dimpled smile. "I was not angry at you, Merry. Sleep well and I'll see you later."
I nod at him before he closes the door and I decided to go to sleep.
The moment I woke up, I heard seagulls outside and felt so much relaxed on top of this bed. I realized that I was still inside Harry's room and I was so much thankful that I didn't drink much last night because I am saved from hungover. I pulled myself up and stretched my arms out above my head as I see the sunlight entering Harry's sliding door which leads to his balcony. He had a white curtain covering the sliding door and as I glanced at the wall clock, it was almost noon. I pulled myself out from the bed and walked towards his surfboards which were white and green. He had his name carved on it in cursive as I run my fingers over it and wondered how great he might be in this sport.
I walked out of his bedroom quietly and was amazed at how massive the second floor's hallway was. I heard voices coming from downstairs so I followed the sound of the voices and was led to the kitchen where I see Diana, Zayn and Georgia-Rose preparing meals for everyone.
"Hiya!" Diana greeted me as soon a she saw me.
I smiled. "Wow! It smells good in here."
"All thanks to Zayn. I had to wake his drank ass up to cook for us." Diana answers.
My eyes travelled at Georgia-Rose who was her usual silent self and was completely different from the woman I saw last night who showed her breasts to Harry begging for sex. I dismissed the thought in my head and tried to help them in the kitchen. Georgia-Rose and I set up the table while Diana and Zayn were still doing the cooking and preparing and when we finished setting the table, we went back to the kitchen to help them.
"Did you sleep well, Merry?" Zayn pops out standing next to me as he leans his elbows over the kitchen countertop while he stares at me.
I nod. "I did sleep well. Where's Niall?" I asked worriedly, remembering that he fell asleep outside.
"Still cozied up on the sand." Diana answers while laughing.
I smile as I chuckle with Zayn. "He'll most definitely wake up with a sunburn." I say.
Diana groans, "Tried waking him up too but he's completely knocked out."
"Poor Niall." Zayn commented.
"Why did he have to drink so much last night? Being his Irish self again." Diana adds.
"Anyways, was someone playing the piano last night?" Zayn asks before he shoves a grape into his mouth. "I don't know if I was hearing things in the living room but I most definitely heard someone playing the piano. I heard someone singing too."
Zayn turns to Georgia-Rose, "Did you hear it Georgie?"
She shakes her head, "I didn't. I was totally asleep."
Zayn looks back at me, "Any idea?"
"It was Harry." I grabbed a grape and threw it inside my mouth too before turning my attention back at Diana, Zayn and Georgia-Rose who were looking at each other with surprise in their eyes.
"Harry?" Zayn repeats.
I nod and felt creeped out that they were looking at me reluctantly. Diana laughs, "Harry can play the piano? I didn't know that. Did you Zayn?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I didn't. All I know is that he can sing because he told me before when we talked about music but I never really heard him sang. He shuts the topic instantly when it's about music." Now it makes me curious why he got suddenly pissed at me last night, we definitely did not talk about music last night. We discussed about his talent and the possibility of him being a singer.
What did I say wrong that made his mood change?
Georgia-Rose stares at me making me feel that she didn't like what I said. "No one among us really heard him sang or play the piano. We all know he's so much into surfing."
Zayn and Diana nods.
"Actually, no one among us really knows what happened to him before he came here. Come to think of it, we definitely have zero idea about Harry and who he really is. We only know he came from London but the entire picture is voided out." Diana adds.
That's weird, I thought they were very close but why doesn't anyone from their circle know his story?
Zayn nods, "He's really pretty elusive when it comes to his life but he's always so damn jolly."
"We only know he surfs and he's damn good at it. But, that's about it." Diana stated. "Anyways, time to wake up the others."
"I'll wake up Harry." Georgia-Rose then disappears from the kitchen leaving Zayn and Diana laughing.
I took another grape, "What's the real score between those two?" I can't help but ask since I didn't quite trust what Harry told me last night about her.
Zayn looks over the door, making sure Georgia-Rose was already far enough not to hear him, "She's super into Harry after he saved her life from drowning."
Diana joins us in the countertable with a dish filled with steaming waffles, "Harry's just a complete gentleman and he treats her nicely since he doesn't really want to hurt her emotions because she is emotionally unstable because of her past with her father. Harry knew about it first than anyone of us so he's always been so gentle and nice to her. Georgie's kind of... has multiple personality disorder."
Zayn nudges Diana, "Don't call her like that."
"What? But it's true." Diana rubs the spot where Zayn nudged her. "She's so silent and shy when she's not drunk but when she's had a lot of alcohol, she becomes a whole different person. There was one time when Olivia and I caught her talking to herself in the mirror. Totally sober."
Zayn shakes his head, "She's just really obsessed with Harry no matter how many times he turns her down nicely. Georgie's nice, don't worry Merry. "
Diana rolled her eyes at Zayn, "Cotton candy words gets you nowhere, Z. We all know how she begs Harry for sex when she's drunk. I mean I am horny when I'm drunk but I don't strip in front of a man begging him to fuck me."
Zayn cocks his head, "How do you know that Miss Smarty pants when you're drunk?"
She rolled her eyes at him again.
I was surprised that they know about this. I thought I was the only one who though it was weird that a woman would strip in front of a man like that but at least Diana does not think so.
"I mean she is so damn lucky that Harry never takes advantage of her when she's drunk because he respects her a lot and yet she does not even respect herself." Diana states and it kind of makes me think that she does not like Georgia-Rose. "She throws a tantrum, but rarely, and when she throws a bad temper, she locks herself up in her room for a day."
Diana faces Zayn, "I mean is it not a disturbing behavior to you Mr. Zayn Malik?"
Zayn rolls his eyes at her, "No one can really win a debate with you."
I chuckle as I watch them have a friendly fight but I still worry about Georgia-Rose. I know there is so much more than the angelic face that she has. Everyone of us has skeletons in our closets.
"Because I am right." Diana answers.
Zayn breathes, "I think Georgie's just like that because of how her father physically abused her when she was growing up. Probably it messed her up so bad that's why she sometimes act differently."
"Ugh, let's just eat. I'm starving." Diana heads out of the kitchen and walks to the dining room.
Zayn and I settled ourselves over the table as I see Harry walking down the staircase, bringing his surfboard while he pushes his hair off his forehead. "Harry, breakfast?" Zayn asks.
"Good morning guys but I'll surf first." Harry answers while stares at me, "You want to catch some waves, Merry?" He smirks, "You know we had a bet."
My eyes glanced at Georgia-Rose who is already looking at me and I was hesitant to go with him since I know it would hurt her. "Um, I didn't bring clothes." I reasoned a fact.
"I have!" Diana instantly grabs her bag from the couch, "You know I'm team HaMer." She smiles at me and handed me a swimsuit which was suitable for surfing.
Zayn laughs while Harry makes a confused face looking at Diana. "Hammer?"
"Harry. Merry. HAMER." Diana smiles at me then at Harry. I don't know if she's intently doing this to hurt Georgia-Rose but I am not liking it because I wouldn't want to be in an argument with someone who is emotionally unstable.
"You are absolutely demented, D." Zayn narrates while shaking his head.
"Z, you're just jealous that you can't have an adorable loveteam name because you don't have a partner." Diana snaps while smiling at him annoyingly.
To be honest I love watching them and how they bicker each other.
Harry smiles widely, "I'm team ZayAna."
I chuckle. "Me too." I can't help but join the bandwagon.
"Ew! Never in a million years." Diana acts as if she was about to vomit.
"The more you say no, the more you'd fall for me D." Zayn teases with his mischievous grin.
Diana gapes which makes me and Harry laugh while watching them bickering each other to no end. "I would never fall for a slenderman like you."
"Trust me, my dick is not as slender as I look." Zayn grins.
My mouth drops open with Diana as I laugh but Harry was laughing way harder. Harry high fived Zayn who was laughing on his seat while watching Diana completely annoyed. I watch as Harry walks towards me as he stands in front of me. I can't help but stare at his handsome face and his emerald eyes which looked slightly puffy. He takes my hand while he rubs his thumb over my knuckles.
"Good morning you." He tells me with a smile.
"Good morning, you." I smile back shyly.
"Did you sleep well?"
I nod. "Your bed was comfy and was very helpful to put me to sleep."
"That's wonderful. Anyways, let's catch some waves." He says with his deep voice.
"I'll change first."
"Alright, I'll wait outside." He answers.
I walked up to Harry's bedroom where I left my small bag and changed to Diana's one piece which was slightly tight on me. I stared at myself in front of the mirror and flinched when I saw Georgia-Rose's reflection standing on the doorway of Harry's bedroom door. She was looking intently at me with a cold expression on her face.
"Jesus you scared me." I commented as I turn to her. "Hi, um. Do you want anything?"
She stares at me from head to toe which was a little bit creepy. "You look nice." She smiles.
"Thank you." I stare down at myself.
I decided to walk out of the bedroom and leave her alone but she stopped me when she said, "He's just going to dump you after he gets what he wants from you."
I look at her over my shoulder, "Excuse me?"
She smiles, "Just like all those other women he invites over the beach house for casual sex. You'll just end up being like them, used and forgotten." She walks past me and heads to the staircase with a wide smile on her face.
I don't know if I should trust what she said but I definitely don't want to be just a fuck buddy with someone on this island. It wasn't something I was looking for. I came here to find myself and help myself heal and not to look for another man who can fuck me and dump me as soon as he gets it.
I went down the stairs and tried not to let her words get into my head because I want to enjoy my surfing time with Harry. I know I should confront him about what I just found out and tell him clearly that I didn't come on this island to have sex with a stranger.
I headed out to the backyard where Harry was waiting while he was prepping up his surfboard. He smiles at me, "Wow, look at you." He commented. "You look incredible."
"Geez, thanks." I shyly answered.
He smiles, "Do you know how to swim?"
"Yeah."
"Good because it'll help you a lot when you lose your balance on the board. I'll teach you basic stuff you need to know when you surf, alright?" He tells me.
I nodded.
"Can you lie on the board please? Flat on your tummy." He seemed kind so I obeyed and laid on my stomach. "Move a little lower." He gestures with his hand as I followed. "Okay that's good. That's your entire position when you arm paddle. What's your prominent hand?"
"Right."
He nods, "Okay so when we're catching waves, you're going to have to put both of your hands against the board on the sides of your breasts. Like this." He shows me so I followed. "And then, you're going to push yourself up as you stand, carefully step your prominent foot forward and the other one steady on the back, bend your knees slightly down and open both your arms to the sides balance as you ride the wave."
I groan, "That sounded easy to do but so hard to follow"
"You can do it, love. C'mon show me your stance before we head to the waters." He encourages.
I showed him what I learned from him while he continues to correct my little mistakes from how I stand and how I push myself up from the board. When we were finished with our little tutorial, he tied the band around my right ankle before he carried to longboard for me as I follow him.
"Nervous?" He asks as soon as we stepped into the waters.
I squint my eyes against the sun, "Yes, a whole lot. I don't want to disappoint my surfing instructor."
He smiles at me, "You'll do fine. Just don't forget what I taught you."
"What if I can't stand?"
"Trust me love, you will. We won't stop until you'll be able to stand."
"What?!"
Harry laughs, "You heard it so better do it right."
"Jesus the pressure is too much."
He smiles. "Time to get on the board." He holds the board for me as I tried to get on top of it.
We began to move to the deeper waters and I was starting to feel anxious as he pushes me forwards allowing me to face the beach house. I watch him as he tries to wait for the perfect wave and also allowed myself to be fascinated by how he rakes his fingers through his long curly hair.
"Get ready sweet cheeks."
Sweet cheeks?
He pushes me forward and I finally feel the surfboard moving by itself, "Get up!" He screams and I followed him as I carefully did what he taught me earlier. Push myself up, prominent foot forward, the other foot steady on the back, knees bent down and arms spreading to my sides.
I laughed as soon as I found myself standing on the board while I was riding the wave.
"I did it!" I kept laughing before I lost my balance and crashed to the waters. I swim up and instantly looked for Harry. "I did it!!"I screamed at him.
"I told you, you can do it!!" He yelled back. "C'mon and paddle back here."
I got on the board and started paddling on my way back to Harry.
"I can't believe I did it." I tell him.
He smiles at me, "I'm proud of you."
"Another one." I say.
"Alright, here comes another wave. Get ready sweet cheeks."
Sweet cheeks. I thought again to myself.