I sat on the shore, little grains of sand in between my toes. I watched the waves melodically rise and crash. The moon was reflected onto the water like a colossal orb. I took a deep breath, inhaling the warm ocean air. The stars dotted the night sky like golden diamonds. The whole scene was just so pretty, so picturesque. Footsteps from behind me disturbed my thoughts and I turned to see Harry.

"Marianne, what are you doing out here? You should be in bed."

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." I turned back to the landscape and stared out to the sea. I could feel Harry move towards me and sit down. He wrapped an arm around my body and pulled me into his side.

"I'll only be gone for a couple of weeks you know. You'll be fine," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against the delicate hairs that lined my hearing canal.

A tear rolled down my cheek. The thought of him leaving was too much for me. What was I going to be like when he actually left?

"Harry, you're going to be on the other side of the world. There's no way I'm going to be fine!" I started sobbing now and tears were clouding my vision. I buried my head into his bare chest.

"Hey, hey, hey," Harry said pulling me away from his chest. "I'm not going to be on the other side of the world. Not really. And do you know why? Because I'll always be in here." He placed his hand on my heart. "And you will always be in here." He picked up my hand and rested it on his steady heartbeat. "Babe, not even the largest ocean can separate us. We're together forever."

I know this should have made me feel better, but it just made me sob even harder. Harry pulled me close and rocked me back and forth until I finally stopped crying.

I awoke, tangled in crisp white sheets and sand in between my toes. I was still in my clothes from last night. Harry must have carried me up from the beach. Harry. He was leaving today. The clock on the bed side table read 10:40. Harry's plane leaves at 11. If I left now I might make it to the airport in time. I frantically tried to escape from the sheets, only to end up falling on the floor. I hit the floor with a thump and I knocked my forehead on the hard, wooden floor boards.

"Babes, you okay?" I heard come from another room. It took a while to register whose voice it was. My head shot up and I quickly jumped to my feet, still wrapped in the bed sheets. As I suspected, the voice had come from Harry who was standing in the kitchen making two cups of tea.

"I was just about to wake you up," he said handing me my tea. "You have a big red patch on your forehead, was that what that thump was?"

I stood completely still for a moment, rendered speechless. Then my voice seemed to remember how to function. "Shouldn't you be at the airport?"

"Nope," Harry replied, popping the p.

My head spun. "But you're plane. You're leaving with the boys. You're going."

"No I'm not. I'm staying." Harry walked towards me and slipped his hands around my waist.

My thoughts were scrambled and I was unable to comprehend Harry's words. He must have been able to tell by my face because he elaborated.

"I'm staying. Here. With you."

The words finally sunk. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips onto his. We kissed passionately until I pulled away and placed my forehead to his.

"You are the best boyfriend ever."