Moments: Chapter 4

"Harry, this is beautiful." I complimented.
"Not as beautiful as you." I heard him mumble. "What?" I asked. 
"Oh, uhm, nothing. Let's go." he stuttered. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the canopy, he sat me down on the chair before he sat on his own. 
I looked down on the plate which was still under the stainless steel plate cover before looking up to meet Harry's gaze. The way he looked at me made me feel comfortable. It seems like we have this connection or some spell was put in us. I immediately looked down then I heard him cough. "Would you like to eat now?" he questioned. "Sure." I replied with a smile. 
He took the cover off of my plate first before doing the same to his. To my surprise, it was my favorite dish. Tenderloin steak, mashed potato on the left, fruit salad on the right and the most important part-for me- potato wedges. I looked at Harry, shocked that he knew all about it. "What?" he questioned. "N-nothing, this is actually my favorite dish." "Oh, well I guess I'm a good guesser then." He winked. I giggled at his flirtatiousness, it made me blush though. We began digging in not having a full conversation in between, it was just a silent dinner and I liked it that way. 

We finished eating our dinner and Harry excused himself for a while. I stared at waves crashing smoothly on the shore and felt the wind brush lightly against my arm. I was in the middle of admiring the beauty of the view I was staring at when I heard a small cough, I jerked my head to see Harry holding two parfaits. He handed me one and I thanked him. We started eating our strawberry - choco parfaits and would constantly laugh when there'd be some sundae smudged on our faces. I've never felt this happy with a guy before. He makes me feel beautiful, and alive. 
After we ate our parfaits, he suggested that we'd take a walk along the shoreline. I happily agreed as I was very eager to feel the water on my feet. He took my hand and we began to walk down to the peaceful beach. We were the only once there which, for me, was quite relaxing, no paparazzi to take pictures and make up bad rumors, fans that would give me glares for spending my day with Harry, and being disturbed by them. I'm not saying that I would be annoyed or jealous by the fans, since I'm not his girlfriend, but I wanted to know him more. Know more about the Harry Styles I am with in the beach, not the Harry Styles I would see on televisions, magazines, posters, and who know where else. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt water hit me. I looked over to see Harry splashing me. I laughed and did the same to him, we ran around the beach splashing each other and I was caught off guard when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me so my back was against his chest. Our laughter stopped as I turned around to face him, our eyes met and I got hypnotized by his green orbs. 

I saw a light coming towards me as I stopped dead in my tracks. My feet stuck on the cold ground as I felt a big bump hit me right on the gut, my body rolled upward to the glass it broke down to pieces that got shattered and hit the ground, soon followed by my own body, covered in blood and some shattered glass stuck in my right leg. My head was throbbing and I felt blood gushing out of my right side, those were the last things I felt before completely blacking out.

"Martina? Martina!" I heard Harry. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the soft sand. "Wha-what happened?" I manage to say. I saw tears forming in Harry's eyes. "Y-you fainted." I gasped, that was the most embarrassing thing I never planned to do in front of people, let alone Harry. "What?" I asked, completely shocked about the recent happening. "Yeah. I called Shai and she's on her way." I nodded my head and he reached out his hand. I took it and he lead us back to the tent. We were still soaked from splashing but it never crossed my mind to dry myself up, it was the accident that I flashed in my mind while my body was laying on the sand and Harry shaking me to wake up. The accident felt real, like it already happened. But why?