We relaxed all day; this was what a holiday should be like. Silas and Louise were having some form of argument across at the other side of the pool area, but we had decided that leaving them too it was probably the best idea.
We decided that the evening should be spent with our couples, mainly because no one wanted to interrupt Louise and Silas, and partly because Flo and Ian wanted some time alone.
"Are you sure you two are ok with it?" Flo asked Harry and I warily.
"Yeah, we were planning on talking out some of our differences anyway. Try and get the friendship back on track as it were." I said, watching as Ian glanced at Harry with a 'good luck dude' face.
Harry and I went to my room to find the promised bottle of wine I had stashed in my suitcase. We ordered room service, then sat on my balcony until it came.
"So," Harry said as we munched on strawberries- the dessert in our meal, "have you had any relationships since... you know... us?"
"Honestly?" I asked, feeling more at ease with the two glasses of wine I'd had, "I have had one. And you couldn't really call it a relationship, because I was only with her because I thought you might find out and be so upset you'd come back. It lasted about a week. What about you?"
"No. I mean, I had... well I had a few one night stands when I started at the club. The fame went to my head a little. But no, before that and since then I haven't been with anyone."
"Oh, there's that hmmm I've missed so much!"
You've missed me?"
"Of course! And you haven't?"
"Course I did stupid! But I couldn't bear to call once I'd got over you because I thought some girl would answer and I would probably go back to moping again. So I left it. I see now that was stupid."
"Yeah it was. I missed you like hell."
"I missed you too!" I hugged him and suddenly everything clicked. He was Harry, my best friend. And the only man I'd ever loved. We pulled back, a little embarrassed and flushed, although I couldn't tell whether that was from the wine or not.
We stared out at the moon for a little while till I felt a shiver run through my body.
"You're cold." He whispered, taking off his jacket and putting it over my shoulders. I could smell him on it and I breathed in unconsciously before mentally shaking myself and taking it off.
"We could just go inside you know" I said in a jokey mocking tone, handing the jacket back to him and getting up. We retreated inside with the bottle and sat on the sofa, having resorted to taking gulps from the bottle now and ignoring the glasses.
"So what's it like being a writer for a fashion magazine?"
"Awful!" I laughed. "You always have to look your best. If you're not a stick insect you are an oucast, and no one even eats in the kitchen!"
"I know! So what's it like being famous?"
"Well, you know how it is." He winked. "It's hard work. All that training, the injuries... it's harder than people think it is."
"Yes, because running around a lot is hard work... oh yeah wait, it actually is!" I laughed at the corner I was trapped in. I took another glug of the wine. Harry pulled it off me.
"I think you've had enough of that!" His hand shook and I giggled pointing at it.
"You too!" He watched his hand for a moment then tried to put the bottle down carefully. He succeeded, put only just. The bottle wobbled dangerously on the edge of the table until he gently pushed it further in to the centre.
"Well, I'd better be going." He attempted to stand, fell over, then triumphed on his second attempt. I pulled myself up on him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I need to sleep this one off."
"Oh, ok." I pouted but followed him to the door. As he was about to open it he turned and swept me in to a bear of a hug. I hugged him back, having to stretch up to reach round his neck. He had grown since we'd last seen each other. He pulled away slightly, then leaned forward and his lips brushed mine ever so slightly. My body went up in flames and I felt myself automatically crush myself to him. We fit together perfectly, even more so after four years apart. I felt that we were moving, staggering backwards, but neither of us cared until my legs hit the bed and we fell on to it. Our lips released for a second, in order for our lungs to inhale oxygen, but then as soon as our eyes met we were kissing again.
I woke feeling the warmth of someone next to me. I peered up through bleary eyes at Harry, who was lying fully clothed next to me, his arm around my waist. I looked down. I was also fully clothed. We can't have done anything then. But the problem was... I couldn't remember anything from last night. Not past the third glass really. I vaguely remembered coming inside, Harry saying he'd have to go... nothing else would come to me.
Harry stirred, smiled at me, then started and almost jumped off the bed. He blinked, looked around blearily, then looked back at me.