I seem to lay in Harry's arms for what feels like forever. With my head against his chest, all I can hear is the steady thumping of his heart as his fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the ends of my parched hair.

I think I'm still in shock that we kissed.

Or maybe it's surprise at how gentlemanly he was afterwards.

But more likely, it's the fact that it didn't feel even remotely like 'just comfort' and I actually went back in for more.

"Are you awake?" Harry asks. This is fast becoming his favourite line.

"Oh yeah, sound asleep." I snort. "You?"

I feel his body shudder with laughter.

"Comatose, clearly."

I roll my head up to look at him and am surprised to find myself squinting. Sunlight creeps around the sharp edges of the palm leaves and it's finally without the company of wind, lightning or thunder.

"I think it might have finally eased up." I announce and push myself up from Harry. His fingers slide out of my hair and fall into his bright yellow lap with a gentle smack against the fabric.

"Everything is going to be so damp though." He groans. "Not ideal for firewood."

"It's probably already one hundred degrees out there, Harry. It's hardly going to take long to dry." I scramble to my feet and turn back to face him where he sits up against the rock.

He's just staring at me.

I feel a little awkward because neither of us have addressed what he said to me before we maintained a lengthy silence cuddling.

"You are more than ok to me."

What did it honestly even mean?

You're more than ok to be stranded with?

You're more than ok to share this deserted island with?

"Earth to Sarah." Harry's somehow already on his feet and waving his arms around in front of my face. His eyebrows are mashed together in a frown.

I blush; a deep crimson spreading furiously across my cheeks and down my neck.

"Sorry." I mumble and then can't think of anything else to say.

"O-kay." Harry says slowly and his lips twitch with the threat of an oncoming smirk. He brushes sand grains off of his shorts. "We should probably head back to our supplies."

My stomach growls hungrily at the mention of our limited stock and I realise I can't remember the last time I ate anything.

Mind you, the roughly cut, jagged chunks of coconut only just about class as 'snacks' let alone a meal.

"Maybe you should put your fisherman plan into action now." I still don't entirely believe that either of us could realistically catch a fish. Not without a rod or a net. But quite honestly we're running out of things to do here other than actually go home.

Harry's whole face seems to suddenly light up and he claps his hands together like a small child in the middle of Hamleys.

"I like that idea very much." He beams and removes one of his hands to dig around in his right hand side pocket. After a few moments he produces his precious pointed stone - the one that supposedly has so much more potential.

"And what exactly do you plan to do with that now?" My eyebrows shoot up at the mental image of Harry frantically stabbing at every movement in the sea water surrounding him.

He shrugs as if it's self-explanatory.

"I'll use some strips of palm leaf to tie it to a stick and then use it as some sort of caveman spear to launch at the fish."

I blink.

Harry blinks.

I blink again.

Silence.

My mouth quivers and I explode into hysterical laughter; the kind that makes your belly ache and your face distort into an ugly expression. Harry's eyebrows raise but he doesn't join in with my amusement.

"What is so hilarious about me having a caveman spear?" He sounds genuinely wounded and I bite my lip.

"Um." I'm stuck for words but almost collapse with relief when Harry's lips stretch into a huge grin.

"Ok, so it is funny but that's seriously what I'm going to do."

O-kay.

"Right, well I wish you the best of luck." I snicker and fumble with the hem of my shorts. "I personally cannot wait to see you charging through the water in a leopard-skin smock, wielding your weapon of choice."

Harry scowls but I can tell he's trying not to laugh too. "You're the most sarcastic person I have ever met."

"Maybe I should start calling you Bam-Bam?" I grin and Harry rolls his eyes. "But seriously, I do wish you luck. I would given anything to eat something other than coconut right now."

Harry saunters towards me and slings an arm across my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I'm aware of his fingers resting lightly on the material of my t-shirt; occasionally tickling the collar and my skin beneath it. We start to walk in the direction of our camp.

"Well, I guess I'll see what Chef can whip up." There's a smile on his face as he talks and I find myself relaxing into him. I keep my eyes down though, focused on my bare feet sliding into the sand with every step. "Do you want to try fishing with me?"

My mouth suddenly feels awfully dry and my cheeks are flushing again. I can feel Harry's eyes on me but I dare'nt look up.

"I was actually thinking of doing something really cliché." I reply eventually. I hear him snort in response.

"Which would be?" His fingers lift off my shoulder and return to fiddling with my hair as he had been back at the rock.

"I was going to write 'SOS' in large letters in the sand. It'll make us more visible like the fire." As soon as the words leave my lips, I realise they probably sound just as comical as Harry and his caveman plan; him with his makeshift spear and myself drawing letters with a huge stick. He doesn't laugh though, instead he squeezes me against him tighter.

"I admire your faith, Sarah." His voice is quieter now; more emotional and less teasing. But his choice of words leaves my stomach feeling hollow.

"You don't think we're going home?" My voice is high-pitched as I ask him. "You don't think I should? We've barely tried at all, Harry."

The clearing to the beach looms up before us but I want this conversation to be settled and over before we return the hard graft of survival. I slow my feet sliding into the golden grains.

"I don't mean that at all." He sighs. "I've already told you - we're going home. I just admire your faith in others that they will find us. I'm only really relying on us now."

I pause and twist my head up to look at him. "Trust me when I say this Harry - if and when we make it home, you will be almost entirely responsible for that. I would not be alive right now if it wasn't for you. I will be eternally grateful for what you've done for me here. They will simply be my ride home."

Harry stares down at me whilst chewing on the inside of his cheek. My lips part as I stare back and it's like the moment at the rock again, only this time I'm not trying to convince myself that the reason behind it is something other than what it really is.

Jules and her damn words.

Harry's hand not resting on my shoulder comes up and cups my face. I'm surprised to find myself leaning into it involuntarily. His thumb traces my jaw leaving the strangest tingling sensation in its path.

It's like everything around us has been put on pause. I don't want it to feel corny and cliché like in the movies but it really is.

And I know it's wrong of me to want to lean closer, to want to brush my lips against Harry's to show him, really show him just how grateful I am and just how much faith I have in him. But he's like a magnet. And he's drawing me in. And I want to be there for him and I want to get him home.

And if this is just comfort for Harry then so be it. But I'm not sure it's just comfort for me now.

His lips rest lightly on my own but there's no passionate kissing or teeth clashing. His nose bumps mine and his forehead presses against my clammy skin. I know I should be embarrassed or reluctant because I really don't know this boy, nor does he know the girl standing before him.

"Sarah," He says against my parted mouth. I nod; a gentle bob of my head. "You really need to start seeing that you are fifty percent of the reason why we are still here. Do you honestly think I could do this on my own? I will be forever grateful to you too."

He kisses my nose.

A gentle but abrupt sweep of his lips against the tip before releasing me and powering ahead in the sand; rotating his pointed stone in his right hand.

I stay put, staring as he walks away; each quick step in the sand matching my heightened breathing.

I'm not entirely sure what just happened. I feel like perhaps I annoyed him by insinuating he's saved us both?

I exhale a huge puff of air and then proceed towards our camp. Harry's sat on his towels; an open water bottle resting in his lap and his cheeks chewing ferociously. His eyes are focused on his hands which are winding a long strip of palm around a stick and his stone - just as he'd said.

He doesn't raise his eyes to meet mine. He doesn't even seem to acknowledge my presence.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask timidly. He keeps winding so I reach for my own water bottle and pull my sunhat down onto my head. Apparently I wasn't far off when I said it was probably one hundred degrees already.

"No." His response is blunt but his facial features are not angry. He just looks...tired.

"I'm really confused, Harry." I sigh and self-consciously tug on the hem of the oversized t-shirt. He swallows the coconut he's chewing and pulls the strip of palm so tightly that his hands turn white. "Things have felt different today. You've been different. We've been different. Everything is suddenly really intense."

"You're not the only one who is confused." He tells me, finally raising his eyes to meet my own. He studies my floppy hat and one side of his mouth quirks up slightly. "You're just amazing, Sarah. That's it basically. You're so strong and you're taking this so well and you have absolutely no idea how much you are holding me together. Your stupid, stupid sarcasm and witty remarks are holding me together and you have absolutely no idea."

I hurry towards him and crouch down so that we are facing one another. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

He places his spear in the sand and tugs lightly on a lock of my hair. I stick my tongue out childishly and he smirks.

"Nothing that you do could be a bad thing." He sighs. "And that's why I'm confused. I barely know you except I feel like I do?"

I've never seen a more pained expression than the one painted on Harry's face right now. And I think I might even be mirroring it.

"This is an entirely unique situation that we never expected to find ourselves in, Harry. We are the only ones here, we are each other's only company so quite honestly, I think it must be perfectly normal to feel like that."

It makes sense to me, it seems logical but at the same time, I don't want there to he some 'logical explanation' as to why we feel like this about each other.

And that's even more confusing.

My head starts to throb so I guzzle back at least a quarter of my bottle and pull myself upright so that I'm standing again.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Harry says, now rolling the spear around in his hands.

His agreement to my stupid explanation hurts more than it should but I don't want him to know that. We're not here on some romantic getaway. We're not even here by choice and we have to get home.

"Ok, so." I say quickly. "You can fish and I will write."

Harry stands up quickly and grins at me as if the previous conversation never happened. The smile doesn't touch his eyes but I can't help feeling somewhat startled by the immediate change of behaviour - it's like whiplash.

"Wish me luck!" He says before pacing away from me and not giving me a chance to do as he requested.

I look down at the bottle in my hands but become aware that Harry's crunching footsteps in the sand have ceased. I look up to find him staring back at me.

"Sarah." He says and I nod. "We are going to go home. I'll stay focused from now on, I promise I won't kiss you again."

My lips part to speak but he's already turned away, on course to the ocean.