*Julianne's P.O.V."
"So you are aware of when to pull out your parachute, right?!" The instructors yell is heard through the rustling wind near the plane.
Harry and I both nod.
I smile at Harry, "Ready?!" I say full of excitement.
"I was born ready, baby." His smile broadens. "Are you ready?" He yells back over the loudness.
I nod frantically and smile.
"Do you want to jump separately or together?" The instructor asks.
I look over at Harry and shrug my shoulders. He does the same when he looks at me.
I try to peak my head out the small window. Bad idea. Once I see how high we are, nerves run through my adrenaline filled blood.
"Ah!" I scream, not a scared scream but a 'I cannot believe that I am doing this' exciting scream.
Even though I am excited to feel the thrill of jumping out of a plane, I am freaking nervous that things can go wrong.
"It's up to you, babe!" Harry yells in my direction.
"Together?" I ask.
Harry nods.
We quickly get strapped together by the instructor as he goes over the rules one last time.
"Are you sure you know exactly when to pull the string?" I ask Harry nervously, since he will be on top meaning that he will be in charge of the parachute.
"No, love. I forgot when to pull it." He says in a fake scared tone.
I narrow my eyes and stick my tongue out at him even though he can't see me.
"Besides, if we die, at least we'll die together." He kisses my cheek from his position behind me.
"I'm not ready to die!" I say as the instructor opens the door further.
"At the count of 3!" The instructor yells.
"Ah! Oh my gosh! I cannot believe I'm going to do this!" My mind speaks before I can stop it.
"Believe it, baby!" Harry wraps his arms around my wait.
My heart pounds rapidly.
"1!" The instructor starts counting. "2!" Oh no. It's almost time. "3! Jump!" He screams and before I notice, Harry and I are soaring in the sky.
I swing my arms out and begin to accept and love the adrenaline that's crashing through me.
Harry screams above me, and I can automatically tell that he is enjoying this as much as I am, if not more.
Once we reach the designated height to pull the parachute string, Harry pulls it and we begin slowing down.
The ground is getting closer and closer.
I close my eyes in case we land hardly, but before I know it Harry and I are standing on our feet.
I feel Harry unlatching us apart.
"You can open your eyes now." Harry laughs.
I open them and laugh.
"Fun, right?" He has a cheeky smile on.
I nod and continue laughing.
"Again?" He asks excitedly.
My eyes widen and he chuckles. "Maybe next year." I say and join in on his chuckles.
He comes closer to me and wraps me in a hug. I look up to him to find him already staring at me. I look up to the sky and smile "We actually just did that." I still cannot believe it.
"Baby, please, just like the sky, our relationship has no limits." He giggles, at the comparison that he just made, as he brings his head down to kiss me.
