"Harry Edwards Styles, I swear to god if you drop me..." you said sternly to your boyfriend of 8 months. Right now, you were at the beach. You didn't want to get in the water because of your hair, plus, you can't swim and really wanted to come just to tan (true story I have the palest legs lol). But of course, Harry wasn't having it. So here you are, holding on to your curly haired idiot for dear life in the water.

"Babe relax, I'm not going to drop you," he reassured you.

"Seriously, I'm not trying to die today," you said with a glare.

"In that case, maybe I should let go," he said and you felt yourself come out of his arms for a second before coming back down. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck and let out a small scream.

"Don't play like that, you know I can't swim," you said. If looks could kill, he'd be dead by now.

"Aww baby I'm sorry," Harry cooed and began to lead you to the more shallow part of the water where you could stand up. He leaned in to kiss your lips, but you turned your head, making him kiss your cheek instead.

"Nope I'm mad at you," you said.

"Come on babeeee," Harry groaned. You shook your head and started to walk back to your towel, Harry following behind. You reached into your bag to grab your phone, but you couldn't find it. "Looking for this?" Harry says holding your phone. You reached for it but he pulled it away. You chased him around for a while before you got tired. "Give me a kiss first," Harry pleaded. You walked toward him and tried to hold a glare but you couldn't help but smile at him.

"You're an ass Styles," you laughed before connecting your lips to his.

This came to mind first so I wrote it. But it's an update. Sorry if it sucks. But good morning! It's noon but oh well. I hope you all have a great day! Are you guys watching the Grammys tonight? I personally don't like them but ill probably watch anyway. Any requests you have, comment or message them to me :)

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