JULIAS POV:
I tried to throw the thought of Niall going to London out of my head but I just couldn't.
I loved him, and I didn't know what would happen to us if he left. But this was his dream... So how could I tell him how I really felt about it?
Wearing a confused frown, I ventured into the kitchen. Between flights and arriving in Hawaii I had barely eaten a thing. Harry must've had the same feeling, because he was already there.
"Hey," he smiled. "Are you okay?" A quick look at my face made him ask the question.
"Fine," I sighed, opening the fridge.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He pressed.
I leant against the counter, crossing my arms and taking a deep breath.
"It's just.. It'll probably sound stupid," I laughed, pulling some cereal from the pantry Harry was scouring.
"It will not," he reassured me.
I thought about it. It might be nice to vent a bit..
"Niall got accepted to a college in London.. Is it selfish that I don't want him to go?" I asked.
The sound cereal making contact with my bowl was the only sound for a second.
"London... Wow, that's far," he said quietly, as if he was really thinking about it.
"Well no duh. I don't want to be the thing that holds him back from going though," He nodded, handing the carton of milk over to me.
"It's only July. School doesn't start until mid September. I don't think you should let it worry you now, you're on vacation," he winked.
I pointed at him in accusation, "I said no flirting,"
He laughed, "I was not flirting."
"Okay so you just naturally do things like that to everyone?" I scoffed.
"Pretty much," he nodded, reaching over and taking the milk from me.
I watched in disgust as he drank it straight from the carton. "Harry! That is disgusting, ew" I said, looking the other way. He flashed me a bright smile.
Stop...
"I can't handle you," I said, rolling my eyes and walking out of the room.
His laughing echoed down the hallway.
•Two days later•
Two days had passed, and I had done nothing but go to the beach and swim.
I had turned a nice tan, which I admired in the mirror. I've never been sunburned before, but my face was becoming a bit red-which alarmed me.
Today we were going to a luau to celebrate my parents anniversary. I was honestly really excited, I've always wanted to go to one of these.
"What do you think about this for tonight?" Harry asked, strolling into my room in the ugliest shirt I'd ever seen.
I immediately began laughing, causing him to frown. "
What!" He asked, defensively.
"Please tell me you're not serious," I said between giggles. "Well I guess it's a no then," he sighed, unbuttoning the shirt. I got a glimpse of his abs and almost swooned.
He noticed and smiled.
"You'd look like a freaking tourist in that," I pointed out.
His shirt was completely off now, and the words I said came out by accident.
"You.. Have tattoos?"
He nodded slightly, "My mom doesn't know,"
"Wow." I said, walking closer, and tracing my hand over one. "Sorry," I whispered, realizing what I was doing and pulled away.
Just friends...
"It's okay," he assured me, placing my hand back on the butterfly. "I don't mean to be rude but.. Why do you have all these?" I asked.
He laughed, "Each one means something, Julia. Each one tells a story, holds a memory" His soft and raspy voice was killing me.
I quickly pulled my shirt off, despite the confused look Harry gave me.
"I.. I have some too,"
He looked shocked, "Perfect little Julia has tattoos? No way!" He said.
I hit him in the stomach.
"Stop it. I hate being called that," I muttered.
He laughed, "I want to see them." I turned slightly, so he could see the one right on my side, the one behind my ear and the one on the bottom of my foot.
"Those are actually pretty cool, Parker," he said.
It just kind of hit me that we were in the same room together, shirtless.
Those damn abs... Green eyes looking down at me... and those damn dimples. It was all too much.
He grabbed my waist and I didn't hesitate to press my lips needily to his.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked backwards, pressing me against the wall.
He began grinding me, and I wasn't sure how much of this I could take. His tongue ventured Into my mouth, and I ran my hands through his hair.
No.. I couldn't do this. I couldn't- I wouldn't hurt Niall again. He had been the best boyfriend to me and all I had done was cheat on him with Harry.
"Stop.. Harry no," I said pushing on his chest.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
"We can't.. We can't do this," I said, taking a step toward the door.
"Julia.." He said, pulling his hands through his hair.
"No.." I said, quickly fleeing the room.
Yeah. Totally just friends.
Harry and I had barely spoken all day. It was just awkward now. I was glad I stopped him when I did, because there's no telling how far that would've gone if I hadn't.

Notes

You guys I'm really sorry this is so short :(
I promise 2 update soon with a longer chapter.
I've just been busy lately and I have to start a book report, which would require me to read something that isn't fanfiction... Ugh.
So let me know who your shipping, and what you think is gonna happen?(;
What did u think about the little Julia/Harry escapade there?
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Ps. I'm going to be adding pics of Julia's tats later sl check back 4 that:)