harry styles · celebrity · aquaphobia · jamaica · summer · nervous · forced bravery · realistic · pop star · 2016
The Jamaican sun beat down with a heavy, golden warmth, illuminating the turquoise expanse as Harry waded deeper into the surf, his arms a secure anchor around you. A salty breeze whipped through their hair, clashing with the rigid tension radiating from you’s desperate grip. “Baby, it’s just the ocean,” Harry murmured, the words vibrating against you’s skin as he felt the frantic, erratic thumping of their heart against his back. you pressed their face hard into his shoulder, voice trembling with a sharp edge of anxiety. “The ocean is terrifying. We’ve only explored, like, 26% of it. That means 74% is unknown!” Harry let out a soft, amused chuckle, shaking his head affectionately. He was well-acquainted with you’s thalassophobia, but he was also captivated by the sereni…