camp cherry two | hs

twenty three

"You think I could be a pornstar?" he repeats with a chuckle at the idea.

"Not my Harry, my baby's too soft, but you yourself - yes. You're hot."

"I don't know whether to be offended or to thank you."

"Possibly both."

"Maybe I'll just become a pornstar and that'll be thanks enough."

"Pornstars are amazing; like, what, they get paid to have sex," I stare up at the ceiling once again, finding myself floating to the centre of the pool, Harry doing the same as he copies me, lying flat on his back. 

"Living the dream," he chuckles, his fingertips brushing against mine as we lazily float past each tower, "would you ever... make a, not like an actual thing but, like, a sex tape?"

"Think I'd be too scared of it getting leaked or something, imagine if someone found it."

"Promise not to laugh at me?" he asks, already sounding like he was giggling himself.

"Promise...?" my voice highers in question, curious about what he's going to tell me.

"Okay, this is like... the most embarrassing moment of my life so I'm trusting you here, Cherry," he exhales deeply, like he can't believe he's actually about to share this with me, "when I was sixteen, I had a kind-of-boyfriend, and I thought it would be a good idea to make a, you know," he clears his throat awkwardly, "sex tape. So we did... that, and then on Christmas, my whole family was at the camp, all staying over for a few days, and my cousin was like, 'let's watch some home videos!'" he exclaims with mock enthusiasm, and I'm already struggling to hold in my laughter, able to see the unfortunate direction this was heading in.

"You didn't!" I exclaim loudly, picturing that whole scene playing out and only giggling louder.

"Yeah, so, that's how I came out to pretty much my entire family. My face was right in front of the camera as well, and I didn't realise it was set on a timer, so, as soon as the video started playing, it was right in the middle of the sex and I literally moaned so loud," he covers his face with his hands in utter humiliation whilst I'm unable to hold in my bursts of loud laughter for minutes on end. "Stop laughing, Cherrypop, this was traumatising!" he shakes his head, though he's shaking with adorable giggles.

"I'm sorry, that's just—what did they say?" I manage to breathe out through my uncontrollable amusement.

"Everyone was in the room; seriously, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my fucking grandma, I think she almost passed out. My cousin switched it off within about ten seconds but... I mean, my entire family had already seen my sex face so there wasn't really much I could do except hide in my cabin for the entire holiday," he sighs, smiling softly when I finally am able to get my laughter under control, though every time I imagine that whole scene playing through my mind, I let out a quiet puff of air through my nose.

"That sounds like an experience."

"Yeah, definitely. That kind of put me off from making another one but if you want—"

"I really don't mind. I'm kind of scared of it getting found or something so, we don't have to. It'd be hot, though."

"Really hot. I know your eyes are always closed when I fuck you because I'm just that good but trust me, you look fucking heavenly when you come, Cherry. Absolutely ethereal, you literally glow," he comments fondly, and I smile lightly; he adores watching me come, especially if he's the cause, even more so in the morning.

"You just look really sexy," I tease, knowing full well how pretty he looks when he comes; and he comes a lot, as do I. We never really seem to rest from the sex, not that either of us complain much. "You actually look pretty, your hair is always really messy and curly and your eyes are bright but your pupils are blown up, but you always look pretty."

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"I've told you a million times. You're the prettiest person I've ever met, Harry."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You're the best person in the whole world, Cherry, you're everything."

"Don't go soft on me."

"I'm quite the opposite most of the time, let me have my moment."

"Okay, little golden boy, go ahead."

"Golden?"

"Yes, baby. You're perfect. I'm thinking... you should be a professional singer, you're really talented, Harry."

"I'm not good enough for that. It's just something I like to do in my spare time, Cherrybaby."

"I still think if you showed a producer even just one song, they'd fall in love with you."

"I've already got you as my biggest fan, I wouldn't want you to be dethroned," he chuckles, the waves of light moving smoothly on the walls and ceiling as we stare into nothingness.

"I could never be taken from that title. I'll always be your number one."

"Yeah, you will be."

"I know you're planning on wrecking me or whatever, but could you at least wait until after the wedding? I'd like to dance with you and not fall over," I request, knowing once he made up his mind I couldn't do much to persuade him.

He glances at me with an arrogant smirk as he ignores my words, "we should get out, it's getting late and we've got a long day, and you're not gonna be getting any sleep tomorrow night, trust me."

"Sounds promising."

"It is. Get out the pool, Cherry."

"Don't stare at my ass."

"You know I already am."

✩︎

"Harry Styles! I swear to fuck, I'm gonna kill you!" I shout angrily, storming from the empty locker room and through the male door, instantly finding Harry with just his briefs on whilst he sorts out his hair. As I reach him, I thread my fingers through the curls and tug harshly, rolling my eyes in annoyance when he reflexively moans.

"What?" he grumbles, my hand releasing his hair and his own flying up to soothe the sting.

"Where are they?"

"Where are what?" he asks dumbly, but by the expression on his face, I can tell he's laughing inside.

"I don't know, Harry, my clothes!" I exclaim exasperatedly.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I will go back to the room in just this," I state, his eyes lowering to the small towel barely reaching two inches down my thighs. "Or this, would you prefer that?" I ask, dropping the towel completely and allowing him to stare openmouthedly at my bare skin, bruises from his fingertips and mouth littered across my chest, stomach and neck.

"Fuck, sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbles, digging through his locker and pulling out my black sweatpants and t-shirt, thankfully, folded neatly into a pile.

"Better be, bitchboy."

"Hey!" he calls as I stalk off, returning to the female locker room, still rather annoyed and plotting ways of ruining whatever plans he has for me tomorrow.

Mentally, I plan many methods, and make sure to smile sweetly when I join him in the hallway where he's impatiently waiting for me with dripping wet hair and his clothes appearing way too large for him.

We find the elevator in the lobby, Harry pressing the correct floor with his knuckle and waiting for the doors to slide shut before he tangles his fingers through my hair and his tongue with mine, pulling away breathlessly with swollen lips when the doors open and a family, including two young children, are stood in the hallway.

We step backwards until we pressed against the wall flatly, his hand resting on the back of my head and his own twisting to kiss me at an awkward angle.

"You're insane, Harry."

"Just for you."