You down the rest of the champagne as you watch the bride and groom dance happily in their own new married world. The sun sets slowly as you watch everyone around you submersed in conversation. All you can think about is your nice warm bed and getting these stupid and painful heels off of your feet and into the trash can.

You can't stand the pain, so you throw your shoes off and start making your way down to the shoreline to get away from everyone. Your dress flows in the wind, as does your salty hair.

You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh evening air of Miami.

"AH!" A man, a very attractive man, taps on your shoulder, making you yelp.

"You gave me a fright!" You laugh.

A thick British accent speaks back. "I'm sorry. I saw you before, looking bored to death, and I made it my mission to come and make you unbored— if that's a word." He speaks.

"Haha," you laugh. "I am dying of boredom, but I doubt that YOU can change that." You challenge.

"Ah, we have a challenge."

"I guess we do." You say.

"Well, how about this. If I can't make you enjoy the rest of the night than you never have to talk to me again if you don't want to. But, if I can make you enjoy it, then you have to let me take you out for drinks tomorrow night. Deal?" He asks.

"Challenge accepted." You say.

"I'm Harry by the way."

"And I, will remain unnamed. Maybe if you manage to amuse me enough, you'll get to know." You tease.

"Fair enough."

You and Harry walk back to the party tent as you talk about the bride and the groom and the weather. He even comments on how he thinks you look good with salty hair, which makes you laugh, but also blush a little tiny teenee bit.

"Wanna dance?" Harry asks politely.

"If I have to..." you sigh playfully and stare off to the side before you are being pulled onto the dance floor covered in sand.

You and Harry dance to all the classic wedding songs, even the slow ones, when he pulled your body close to his so that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. It wasn't boring at all, but you didn't want to admit it to Harry.

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It was now ten at night and everyone was slowly leaving. You slipped your shoes back on and thanked the bride and groom for inviting you and you also congratulated them, and Harry did the same.

You and Harry walk as slow as possible, both of you not wanting the night to end after all the fun you two had had together.

He claps his hands together as you arrive at your car.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"What?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. That's my name."

"Are you saying that you had a good time with me? And that I won?" Harry teases you.

"Yes." You say quietly, not wanting to admit that he did make it ten times more fun and that he had won bet. Not that you were too upset about losing it.

"What? I couldn't here you!" Harry pushes.

"YES!" You laugh. "I had a great time actually. With you at least."

"That's what I thought."

You get into your car and roll down your window. Harry leans his arms through the window and looks into your eyes.

"Tomorrow. 6:30. Meet me right here. It'll be even better than tonight."

"Alright Harry, I'll see you tomorrow at 6:30. But only because you won the bet and I'm forced to."

"Sure...." Harry chuckles. You roll up your window, and Harry pats your car, signaling that you can drive off.

You smile as you turn away from the beach and think about what tomorrow might bring with Harry.