Harry's P.O.V

Ethan place his hand on my back and rubbed in a soothing manner. I felt myself relax a bit. We still hadn't said anything to each other. I looked at him and he smiled a bit. I rolled my eyes at him but didn't look away.

"I can't believe we stayed away from each other for nothing."I said.

"Yeah, it's crazy." 

I looked into his eyes and just got lost in them for awhile. No one spoke. I was feeling tired and over this whole situation.

"Harry.." he called me. He opened his mouth as if to say something but didn't. Until he called me again.

"Harry, I love you." He said in his deep voice now lowered.

I looked at him in shock. Those words. Those words where something I didn't think I'd ever hear him say let alone it be directed to me.

"E, you know we can't. I met my fated and so have you. We can't be together." I said my voice almost cracking.

"No. We can. Cupid's wrong."

"But-" he cut me off.

"No. If Cupid was right then I wouldn't be feeling anything for you. I wouldn't be worried about you. I wouldn't be wanting to hear your voice everyday before I slept. I wouldn't be missing you as much as I do. I wouldn't be feeling like my heart was ripped out of my chest when you reject or ignore me. I wouldn't be so jealous of that idiot who got you. I wouldn't be so sad to not be holding you. I know you're supposed to be mine. My whole body screams you belong with me. Even your body fits perfectly in mine. We were made for each other. I've never been so sure about anything in my life. I love you. I've loved you even when I didn't know what it truly meant to love someone."

By the time he finished talking my tears where streaming down my face again. This time, this time they weren't sad tears. I was crying because after so long I felt free. I felt happy to hear him say every word and truly mean it.

He wiped the tears of my face and cupped it. He smiled his eyes were glossy.

"I... I...I love you too. I love you so much." I laughed. I don't know why but I did. He laughed with me.

He rested his forehead on mine. As the laughter died down. We sat there in silence. Then we looked in each other's eyes. He pulled me in close. My eyes instinctively shut. He kissed me.

His lips were on mine and we were kissing. I felt my heartbeat increase. My body felt hot. My mind felt like fireworks were being set off. My hands were shaking. He pulled me close deepening our kiss. When we broke our kiss and his hands rubbed my cheeks I feel shivers down my spine.

That's how it's supposed to feel.

"I've been dying to do that." He said with a sigh.

We layed back on the sand now a bit farther from the water. We looked up to the starry night. It wasn't cold but he held me like I would disappear. I drew imaginary circles on his chest as we talked. I didn't realize how long we were out here until down was breaking. I sat up and looked at him. He smiled at me. He looked sleepy but I don't think I looked any better. 

I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my forehead against them and closed my eyes. 

Suddenly I felt my heart slow and I looked up to the water but my vision got blurry. I could hear my breathing echoing in my head. It was happening again. I got nervous. I thought it only happened once in someone's life. What did this mean. My vision got restored little by little and everything looked a kind of pink shade as if I was wearing rose colored glasses. I was sure it was happening again. I looked at my hands to confirm and sure enough it was there. A red string tied to my right pinky. 

I looked at it and I followed it with my eyes. It ended on him. He was now sitting up with a smug look in his face. I laughed. I don't think words would explain how happy I was right now. 

He scooted closer and curessed my face. With a smile on his face. He kissed my face all over making me laugh the he finished by kissing my lips passionately.

"I told you, Cupid's wrong." We chuckled.