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can you write something about pool harry? if you're up for it. he would be so cute with you swimming... and then you get to tan with him (life goals) and drink piña coladas poolside with him at his hotel. and he keeps telling you how hot you look in your bikini and just.... sjsjskksksdibd this is every girls dream

Oh good lord I’ve thought about this one way too many times so just be prepared okay

You’re wearing only your bathing suit as you’re getting all your last minute things together around the hotel room. You’ve planned to spend your whole day tanning by the pool at the hotel with Harry, and you could not be more exited. You just want to get down there as quick as possible while the sun is still in just the right position, but he’s making the process take longer than necessary due to his constantly grabby fingers pinching your butt every chance you walk past him. At first you’d just giggled about it, but after about the tenth time you let out an exasperated “Ugh Harry” and he just giggles– like a little school boy.

Down at the pool, you lather the suntan lotion up in your hands and rub it all over yourself, unaware of your boyfriends pouty little face. When you finally do notice his staring, you ask him what the matter is.

“You’re bein’ a tease,” he says, in a voice that makes your heart jump. His accent always got a bit thicker when he was horny, and for some damn reason he’s being a horny little shit today. “Coulda let me rub ya like that.”

You giggle. “Harry, seriously?” When he looks at you like a little wounded puppy, you let out a sigh. “Fine. Wanna do my back?”

He grins triumphantly, coming to sit behind you on your chair. He squirts the lotion into his hands. “Wanna do sumfin else to ya, too.”

You roll your eyes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little turned on. “Later, Harry. God.”

For a while, you both just sit there, listening to music. Harry keeps ordering drink after drink for the two of you, and you could not feel more content. The mixture of the warmth on your skin and the warmth in your tummy from the drinks is working wonders on you and you never want to move.

After a while, Harry decides to get in the water and practically begs you to join him. You politely decline, claiming something about not wanting to get your hair wet. He pouts but accepts it, jumping into the pool and causing an enormous splash.

You close your eyes for about ten minutes, thinking you could honestly fall asleep here. You’re about to, too, when you suddenly feel water droplets falling on you from above. When you open your eyes, you see your boyfriend standing over you, shaking out his wet curls like a dog. You shriek. “HARRY.”

“Get in with me!” He says, smiling wide.

You sigh. “Ugh. If I do will you calm down?” He chuckles and nods his head. “Fine.” He grins triumphantly for the second time today and goes to get right back in in the deep end. He’s surprised when he turns to find you not behind him, but instead, wading in slowly on the steps in the shallow end.

“Babe!” he calls. “What ya doin’? You’re not gonna get used to the water that way.”

“Will too!” You call back, taking another step into the freezing cold water. Why did you let Harry talk you into this again?

Harry sighs, wading over to you. When he’s standing in front of you, you tense up. “Harry, I swear to God if you throw me in…”

He laughs. “M’not gonna throw you in. Just wanted to help you out.”

“I don’t trust you…”

He pretends to be offended. “Ouch… I’m hurt, babe.”

You shrug. “Well, sorry, but I don’t!”

“And there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“Mm… nope. You’re gonna have to let me handle this one on my own.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Y’know what? Just for that, I think I am gonna throw you in.”

Your eyes go wide. “HARRY WHAT. NO. WAIT.” But its too late. He’s got you slung over his shoulder and he’s wading over to the deep end. People are probably all staring at you, and you’re a bit embarrassed. Especially when he reaches up and pinches your butt. “HARRY.”

“Sorry, love.” In a swift movement he’s flipped you over his shoulder and into the freezing cold water. The bubbles around you from your impact are loud, but not so loud that you can’t hear his cheeky laughter above the water.

You scramble to your feet and stand up, facing him with dripping wet hair and the devil in your eyes. He’s still laughing. “That’s what you get.”

You scowl, but you can’t help but laugh. “I hate you so damn much.”

He learns forward, pulling you in by your hips and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I hate you so much more.”

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