Harry smiled and took her hand, leading Whitney toward the beach. When he stopped at the sand, Haz interlocked his fingers with hers and looked at her, a small smile on his face. Harry continued to walk, a little bit slower, as the two walked around on the sand. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, breaking the silence. He looked at the sky, the orange, red, blue and purple color fading away. He watched the sun set gently, the sky fading into dark blue. "Whitney, I know we've known eachother for about a day." he sighed, looking into her hazel eyes. "But...I like you. You're nice, funny, and don't forget beautiful." his voice trailed off as he snaked closer. Harry's soft scent of his nice and warming, what Niall had described it, cologne wafted over to Whitney. He pressed his forehead on hers and went in to kiss her but stopped himself and stepped back. "Uhm...I-I didn't know if you wanted to do that. Didn't want to rush you." he whispered, letting go of her hands.