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I will be writing a new book, Revolution, on Radish. Radish is an app that you can download on your phone where you can read books chapter by chapter. To read a chapter, all you have to do is pay a few cents. This allows the writer to have something to show for their hard work. I would really appreciate if you could support me on there because it would be a dream of mine to be able to make a living off of something I am very passionate about. 

Radish will be launching in February, so make sure to check your app store and download it! It would mean so much to me. 

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  Waking up in a yacht was probably the best way to wake up. 

  The suite that Harry and I shared was amazing. The bed was so comfy that it was an even bigger struggle than normal to get out of bed. Louis and Harry were already awake by the time that I rolled out of bed, both of them sitting outside on the deck.

  "Morning, sunshine!" Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around me as soon as he saw me. "We thought you'd never wake up."

  "G'morning," I answered sleepily as the two boys squished me in a giant hug. The ocean looked absolutely beautiful; the shore was just in sight, but looking out in the opposite direction you could see that it stretched on for miles and miles.

  "We'll definitely not have to worry about privacy out here." Harry said happily, wrapping me in his arms. "It's just us and the water." Not having to worry about hiding from the media seemed like a dream. 

  "And me." Louis reminded us. "I'm here as well."

  "And Louis." Harry chuckled. "Today I think I'm gonna lay out here and get a tan. What do you say, baby?" Even though he had called me baby many times before, each time felt like the first. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and it took everything in me not to scream.

  "Sounds like a plan to me." I agreed.

  Harry and I laid outside for hours on end. With the sun beating on my back and the man I was falling for right beside me, I could definitely say this was paradise. Harry draped his arms around me, tracing imaginary lines all over my back. Occasionally he would tip my chin up to look at him and kiss me tenderly and lazily, causing me to either laugh against his lips or just smile. 

  At around one, we ate lunch with Louis. The kitchen walls were mainly windows, so even when you ate inside you could still look at the beautiful ocean. Cat had been staying inside, hiding herself under our bed or behind the couch, too fearful to step out onto the deck. When we came inside, however, she ventured out from her hiding spots to get a good scratch in between her ears. 

  For lunch we had finger sandwiches, or at least that was what Harry called them. They were really just small, triangle shaped sandwiches with american cheese and ham. To make our lunch appear fancier, we drank sparkling grape juice in wine glasses like the classy people we were, or at least pretended to be.

  "I think I'll jump in the ocean," Louis pondered.

  "Sounds like a good idea." Harry agreed with a nod. "There's a diving board as well, we can't forget about that."

  "I'll pay you five dollars to jump off of it." Louis grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Harry and Louis both shook on it. I was too big of a wimp to agree to it; the space between the diving board and the ocean was far too long. Heights weren't my thing and neither was deep water. 

  "Do you think there are any jellyfish in this water?" I asked. Harry gave me a look until he realized why I was asking.

  "That's right, you're allergic to... what's it called?" He asked. 

  "Nematocysts." I replied. "The venom in jellyfish."

  "What happens if you get stung?" Louis asked, taking a swig of sparkling grape juice from the tall bottle. "Does your face swell up and get really fat?" Harry slapped him on the back of the head, but I laughed. 

  "My lips do. And then I get sick, like a fever and chills. It sucks." I shuddered at the thought. It had only happened once, but once was enough for me. Jellyfish only intensified my fear of the ocean, because the thought of getting stung again was unbearable.

  "How did you find out you were allergic?" Harry asked. 

  "Well," I sighed. "I was six years old and I was at the beach with my family. This jellyfish washed up on the shore, and because I didn't really know what it was I touched it. It was still alive, too, and it stung me. A half an hour later my lips looked like I had gotten some badly done Botox and I had to go to the closest doctor we could find by our beach house."

  For the next half an hour, we spoke of embarrassing childhood stories. I thought that mine was bad enough, especially since my mother had taken a picture of me with my swollen face, but Harry and Louis both had their share of embarrassing stories as well. The three of us sat around the small kitchen in the table, laughing until tears were streaming down our faces, of embarrassing stories. They had a good amount of stories from after they had become singers. Harry spoke with a prominent blush on his face about how he had accidentally liked a provocative picture on his Twitter.

  "Hold on, I gotta take this. It's Bryana." Louis said, pointing to his phone. Harry and I both nodded, even though I had no clue who Bryana was. Louis excused himself and walked out onto the deck, leaving Harry and I alone.

  "Who is Bryana?" I asked. 

  "The mother of his child, actually." Harry chuckled. "It's a long story."

  "I didn't know Louis had a kid." I frowned. Was I really that out of the loop of things?

  "Yeah, he's nearly six months old now. His name is Freddie." Harry smiled. "He's the cutest baby ever." 

  I smiled at the way Harry talked about babies. It made me wonder what he would be like around children of his own. I reckoned that Harry would be a great dad, but it was too early to be thinking about kids with him. We weren't even dating, we really were just friends that made out a lot.

  "He hates to be away from his son." Harry explained. "Freddie is staying with his mum right now in L.A, that's where Louis came from. But they both share custody." From the way Harry spoke, I assumed that Louis and the baby's mother weren't together romantically. I just nodded, eating the last bit of my sandwich that Harry had prepared. 

  After cleaning up the rest of our dishes, Harry and I went outside. Louis was still on the phone getting an update on how his baby was doing, but he told us to go on without him. It looked like he was video chatting with his baby, which brought a smile to my face. Never in a million years did I think that Louis would have a kid, but seeing him interact with his son told me that he was a pretty good father.

  Harry and I both approached the diving board. I was sure that it looked much higher than it actually was from up here and the fact that I didn't know how deep the water was or what jellyfish creatures were lurking underneath the surface made me shudder. Harry turned to me, already far out on the diving board, and laughed when I inched myself closer to him.

  "Oh, come on!" Harry laughed. "Don't be afraid!"

  "I am afraid!" I whined. "Harry, there is no way that I am jumping off of here."

  "Jump with me!" Harry grinned. "We can hold hands!"

  As tempting as holding hands with him was, I shook my head vigorously. Holding hands with Harry to my death would be a nice way to go, but I was too young to die. Harry started to walk towards me and I quickly backed myself off of the diving board. If he was planning on picking me up and throwing me in, I would make sure that he failed. 

  "Look, there's a boat out there." I pointed out. "Look how close it is to us! We could get sucked into it's propellers and die!" 

  "They're probably on holiday too, with their jets safely turned off like ours." Harry insisted. "Do not worry about them, alright? Worry about all the jellyfish that are just waiting to sting you." 

  "Harry!" I squealed. If we were close enough and if I wasn't afraid that he was going to grab me and drag me down into the water with him, I would have slapped him. Harry was almost doubled over on the diving board, clutching onto his stomach as he laughed at me. Eventually, I gave in and started laughing, too.

  "Okay, okay." Harry finally said. "This is a method that I use whenever I get nervous or afraid of something. First, close your eyes and lay down completely flat. It helps." He said soothingly. I eyed him before laying flat on the deck and closing my eyes.

  "Alright, now listen to everything around you." He continued. "Listen to the ocean, listen to the seagulls, and clear your mind of every fear or worry that you have ever had. Focus on thinking about nothing, and try to do it for a solid minute."

  I tried to do what he said. It was difficult, but after a good thirty seconds I felt far more relaxed than I had before. My heart rate had slowed down and even my body began to feel less tense than it did before. Whoever had taught him this relaxation method, it worked extremely well.

  And then my body was yanked into the air. 

  "Step number two, never trust Harry because he will trick you and throw you into the ocean." Harry chuckled. I screamed, slapping his back in efforts to get him to put me down. Harry was still laughing as he walked farther and farther onto the diving board. I probably looked like I was clawing him like a deranged cat.

  "Relax, Mia, it's okay!" He insisted. "We're just going to jump and then come right back up. Ready?"

  "No!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'm not opening my eyes until I am back on that deck!"

  "Suit yourself." Harry shouted. "One, two, three!"

  And suddenly we were air born. I was screaming in Harry's ear and Harry was laughing in mine as we plunged all the way down into the sea. The water was cold and it sent a shock through my entire body. I kicked to get up to the surface as fast as I can and ended up kicking Harry in the process. The taste of sea water entered my mouth and as soon as my head broke the surface I spit and coughed. 

  "That was so fun!" Harry shouted. "Let's do it again!"

  "Where are the jellyfish?" I asked in a panic. "Are there any jellyfish?"

  "Relax, Mia, there are no jellyfish." Harry comforted me, swimming next to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm really proud of you for doing that."

  "It was against my will." I pointed out. "I had no say in the matter."

  "Very true." He agreed.

  As we swam toward the ladder, I did my best to submerge and splash him for throwing me overboard with him. He was much to strong for me, though, so he only would go under the water for two seconds before popping right back up and dunking me much farther. We laughed at each other until our faces hurt, climbed back on board, and jumped right back in.

  Little did we know, we had been photographed, and that was one of the last carefree moments that I would enjoy with Harry.

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a/n:

had to include baby Freddie because i am SO EXCITED. 

also, what do you guys think about pillow talk? i have to admit, i'm not really a fan lol.