Waves {h.s.}

By K_arry

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BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure... More

synopsis
Prologue
one - crazy
two - addicted *
three - waiting
four - dirty *
five - heartbeat
six - awkwardness
seven - curiosity
eight - balance
ten - date
eleven - bite
twelve - fine
thirteen - 99 problems
fourteen - confession
fifteen - conversations
sixteen - deal
seventeen - story
eighteen - breathing *
nineteen - cereals
twenty - collide
twenty-one - qualified
twenty-two - fundamentally *
twenty-three - peace
twenty-four - pancakes *
twenty-five - accidentally
twenty-six - pressure
twenty-seven - circles
twenty-eight - countdown
twenty-nine - bump
thirty - shoulders *
thirty-one - anchor
thirty-two - drunk
thirty-three - concealer
thirty-four - tie
thirty-five - strangers
thirty-six - dance
thirty-seven - car *
thirty-eight - question
Update

nine - hint

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By K_arry

AN : This chapter is a little weird, it's like two settings in one chapter, but I hope you'll still like it. The text in italic is some sort of flashback, if it can make things a little clearer :)


OUR FIRST DATE happened a week later. Although Harry had suggested that we go on dates to take the pressure off, I couldn't help but to be nervous about our first one. Harry and I had never been on a date before, or anything close to it. What made it even worst was that Harry decided that he was organizing everything and telling me nothing. He kept every details secret and no matter how hard I tried to extort it from him, he never gave me anything.

Except for that one time when the two of us were laying in bed.

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Harry and I had just come back from work and he was exhausted. As soon we entered his place he had headed straight into the shower. I had joined him, feeling like I needed to get clean up as well. So I pulled the curtains and let myself in. Without hesitation, Harry stepped aside and let me stand in front of him. His arms then circled my waist before moving us a little so that we could both stand under the water. He pressed his lips on my shoulder and let the water fall directly on his head. I looked down to where his hands rested on my skin before putting my hands over his.

We were in a good place.

It had started to get less awkward between us the second we decided that we should take it easy. We just accepted that things weren't meant to be that way and decided to move forward. We spent almost every single day together, meeting at his place after work because I avoided going to my apartment with Harry. I wasn't quite ready to explain everything to Wendy. I hadn't told her that Harry and I we official, I hadn't told her about everything that had happened and didn't really wanted to. Talking about Harry with Wendy always created a weird vibe between the two of us, I thought it would be best to wait.

Instead of worrying, we lived in the moment, enjoyed what was happening then and there, and it made things much easier. I didn't think about having to talk to Wendy, instead I focused on Harry's hand on my skin. The only thing that made me lose focus was when he decided to turn his head a little to press his lips against my neck.

"Do you know what kind of temperature we're going to have on Saturday?" He asked, out of the blue.

I opened my eyes and turned to look at him, unable to hold in my smile. Saturday was our date night. "Why?"

He shrugged, although I saw a hint of a smile on his lips, before straightening his posture. "I was just wondering."

"Does the temperature affects your plans?" I asked, desperate to get information on what he was planning.

He shrugged again, playing with me. "I'm not telling you," he replied before kissing my cheek and reaching for the soap.

Quickly, I grabbed the soap from his hand and held it away from him. "Tell me," I demanded.

He chuckled. "Or what, you're not going to let me use the soap?"

I bit my lower lip, knowing that this wasn't a solid threat. If it came down to it, Harry would easily be able to grab the soap from my hands, but I nodded anyway, and it seemed to amuse Harry. He didn't say anything, instead he grabbed my hips and moved me aside, blocking me from the water. He didn't care about the soap at all once he grabbed the bottle of shampoo. He knew he could use it as a body wash.

When I realized that I had nothing against him, I stomped my feet like a child and although his back was facing me, Harry laughed. He liked to frustrate me, knowing very well that I was curious and that him not telling me his plans for Saturday drove me crazy.

"Please, Harry," I pleaded before using my most powerful tool: the naked hug.

I felt Harry's body tensed as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his. "Em," he warned.

"Please?" I asked again, this time finally feeling like I had the upper hand.

He sighed. "You're impossible," he said as he shook his head.

"Give me a hint and the torture will stop," I told him.

"Torture? This is far from torture," he countered.

I kissed his back. "If I don't let you touch me, it is."

"You wouldn't," he faked horror.

I chuckled and tightened my grip. "I would."

Before I knew it, Harry freed himself from my grip and grabbed me instead. I screamed in surprise as he pulled me over his shoulder and closed the shower. He stepped out, carrying me. My hair was still heavily dripping and so was Harry's, but he didn't seem to mind as he walked us to his bedroom. He threw me, literally, on his bed. I couldn't help but laugh as I bounced around. Before he jumped next to me I saw Harry's grin and my heart imploded in my chest, I loved seeing him that way.

Once he laid next to me, he grabbed the covers and enveloped the both us tightly.

It amazed me how we had gone to extremes already. As awkward as it was a few days ago, I couldn't be more comfortable now. We were back to being best friends, but the difference was that now we were also lovers, in the full sense of the term.

"You can't stop me from touching you," he whispered before kissing my cheek and tangling one of his leg around mine.

I giggle as I tried to free myself from his hold, with no success. "Just a hint, Harry, please," I said once I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go anywhere.

He hummed against my skin with his eyes closed. I rolled my eyes, knowing d.amn well that he wasn't sleepy anymore. Just like me excitement was running through his veins. I saw it in his eyes before he jumped next to me in bed barely a minute ago.

"Harry," I whined while moving so that he wouldn't be able to ignore me.

He grunted before trying to stop me from moving. "It's a surprise," he replied.

"Please," I said again. "I won't bug you until Saturday, I promise," I tried to bargain.

He opened his eyes. "Really?" He seemed to be considering my proposition.

I nodded. "Yes, but it has to be a good hint."

"I already gave you a pretty good hint," he admitted, his cheeks slowly turning red. Was he shy?

"The temperature?" He nodded, smiling shyly while I grinned like an idiot. "So it's outside?"

He nodded again and my smile widened. I struggled to turn on my side so that I would be facing him. I wanted to ask more questions but I bit my tongue, because he had given me a hint and I had promised that when he would, I would stop questioning him, but the new information only sparked my curiosity even more.

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An outside date, that's all I knew, but there were still thousands of options. So for three days straight, I ran every possibility I could think of. It was all I could think about. When Saturday came, I still had no idea what we were doing and slowly the curiosity was being replaced by nervousness.

So it was no surprise that about an hour before the time Harry had told me he would pick me up, I started to pace anxiously around the apartment.

"Could you just sit down, you're stressing me out," Wendy called from the living room.

I sighed and went to sit on the couch next to her. With my legs crossed, I couldn't help but to drum my fingers against my thighs. I was ready way before the time I needed to be and couldn't stay calm.

She paused her show and turned towards me, her face laced with concern and questioning. "What got you so nervous, anyway?"

I turned to face her, debating what exactly I was supposed to tell her. She didn't know everything that had happened recently and I wasn't sure if she needed to know. Harry had always been a sensitive topic with her and the fact that I had been hiding things from her might make things worst.

She must have suspected that all these nights that I didn't come home at night I was with Harry, but that wasn't unusual. I used to go to Harry's place all the time before things started to get rocky. So she was probably thinking that Harry and I were simply back to our old habits. But we were actually far beyond that.

Still, I knew I had to tell her, because she was one of my best friends and I felt like she deserved to know. So I dropped the bomb.

"Harry and I are going on a date," I announced with a small voice. Saying it out loud felt so weird.

Her eyes widened for a second before she controlled herself. "You and Harry are dating?" She didn't seem to believe it.

"Yes," I confirmed.

She nodded, still processing the information. "Since when?"

I bit my lip. "It's recent," I said, trying to keep it as simple as possible. "But it's official."

Her face dropped and I felt my heart squeeze in my chest. She disapproved. It shouldn't matter. What Harry and I were was between the two of us, but Wendy had an important place in my heart and her opinion mattered. So I begged her, without saying a word. I begged her to keep her harsh words to herself. I couldn't hear them, not when I was about to go on my first date with Harry. She couldn't do that to me.

And she didn't. She kept her opinion to herself, although I knew very well that she wasn't happy for me.

"Ok," was all she said before turning back to the television and pressing play.

The voices in the show filled the silence between us and I was thankful for it. I stopped looking at her and concentrated on the television as well, hoping that Harry would get here soon. And he did, a few minutes later.

As the knocks echoed in the apartment, Wendy and I turned our heads towards the door. The situation between us was pushed to the back of my mind as my attention returned on Harry. This would be our first official date and I wasn't letting anything ruin it. 

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So, a few things happened here. 

First I'd like to know what are your prediction for the date ! :D I am so excited, I love writing "date chapters". 

Second, Wendy disapproves of Harry and Emily, hum... she's only being a good friend, right? I read all of your comments (I really do) and I know that a lot of you are suspicious of Wendy, what are your thoughts now?

Hope you liked that chapter, even if it was a little weird. 

I'll see you soon ! (I'm aiming for Sunday, as always, but sometimes I just can't find the time :/)

Love you loads, thank you for your support <3
Karry xx.

P.S. : MADE IN THE AM IS OUT SOON AND FFS I AM SO EXCITED ! AND I CHEATED :( I'M SORRY FOR MY SINS BUT HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, THE SONGS ARE AMAZING !!!!! 



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