Sweet Angel

Chapter 9.

Harry slouched into the chair putting hands behind his head.

Screams came from the pool as Niall was splashing Evie. I smiled softly at the fun they were having. I could feel Harry's eyes on me, but I didn't pay any attention to it.

I got up from my chair walking towards the pool, I pulled my leggings up just a little sitting down sticking my ankles in the water. The pool was warm, almost like a hot tub warm.

"I dare you to jump in Angel." Harry spoke up grabbing my attention. I turned my head back looking at him smirking at me.

I shook my head no splashing my feet in the water. I turned back looking at the water. Next thing I know water is being splashed on me. My shirt completely soaked in pool water. I let out a gasp as Harry bursted out laughing. Niall just fucking splashed me.

I heard Evie giggling while Niall came from under the water. He gave me a look of an apology a small laugh falling from his mouth.

I got up leaving the pool room heading to the bathroom. On my way I stopped in the living room, I noticed a couple books underneath the tv stand. Curiosity got to me as I picked up a book reading the back. I sat down on the sofa opening the book reading the first chapter completely forgetting about the bathroom.

I was deep into the book, already making it to chapter 20. I heard laughter fill the living room as all three of them walked in. Niall and Evie were no longer in bathing suits, but what looked like pajamas. My eyes darted back to the book, getting lost in the chapter. I felt the couch dip beside me my eyes landing on long legs covered in black jeans.

My eyes trailed up seeing Harry sitting beside me. The only one left in the room.

"Where did they go." I breathed out, holding my finger on the page, trying not to lose my spot.

"To fuck" he blurted out causing me to choke on my saliva. I heard his deep laugh, his finger playing with his lip ring.

"They're going to sleep." He stated. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already 11.

"Who's driving me home?" I questioned. I lived more than an hour away from Harry and it was already 11pm.

"I guess you'll have to spend the night." He winked his eyes trialing to the book that was in my lap. I bet this was Evie's plan. She knew if she mentioned spending the night I would have never agreed. I sighed heavily closing the book putting it on Harry's table.

The room was quiet, the only sound was both of our breathing.

"Why didn't you go in the pool? He asked his eyes focusing on the living room wall.

"I uh I don't swim." I coughed out.

"You can't swim?" He laughed at me, looking me straight in the eyes. I felt myself staring hard at his green eyes. They were bright, unlike his personality.

"No I do, I mean I can." I explained, confusing my words.

"So?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders not really giving him an explanation. I watched his body lift from the couch watching him walk out the living room. Not saying anything else. I heard a door shut before seeing his body walk back in, towels in his hands.

"Follow me." His deep voice filling my ears. I stood up off the sofa, as he walked out the room, my small feet trying to keep up. We went down the stairs, opening the door to the pool room. The smell of the pool chemicals filled my nostrils.

I watched as he placed the towels on the pool chairs, turning one light switch off, flicking another one. The light changed from yellow to red. The pool water was dark from the red glowing light.

I watched as he kicked his shoes off, his hands grabbing the zipper to his pants taking them off. Under his pants he was wearing black swimming trunks. His hands reaching the bottom of his black t-shirt lifting it off his body. There he stood shirtless right in front of me. My eyes trailed to his tattoo. A big butterfly covered his stomach. I watched as he ran to the pool jumping in. The water splashing the floor. I covered my mouth with my hand laughing. He came up from under the water his hair completely wet. Flipping it out his face.

"Get in Angel." He spoke his hands moving back and fourth in the water. I shook my head no my finger tips playing with each other. He swam to then edge of the pool laying his hands on the side.

"I'll let you wear my shirt." He smirked pointing at his black t-shirt. I looked down at the shirt. It would cover my body I thought. I felt nerves filling my body. I picked the shirt off the chair holding it to my chest. I looked at him still smirking rolling my eyes. I motioned for him to turn around making sure he couldn't see my body.

I pulled down my black leggings placing them on the chair beside his. My hands pulling off my shoulder top. I decided to keep my panties on but I took my bra off since it was only a strapless bra.

I brought the t-shirt to my nose smelling the cologne he always had on. It smell so rich.

"Are you done?" He peeped up still looking away.

I threw  his shirt over top of my small frame, his shirt falling to my thighs, just enough to not show anything. I pulled my hair out from under the shirt pulling it to one side.

"You can turn around now." I whispered softly.

I heard the water splash around as he moved to face me. My eyes facing the ground, wrapping my arms against my chest. I didn't dare look at him as I walked to the edge of the pool.

I sat down on the edge making sure the t-shirt covered most of my body, dipping my legs into the warm pool. My eyes finally looking up seeing him right in front of me. I watched as his hands grabbed onto my small waist lifting me enough to bring me into the water. My body covered in the warm water. I kicked my feet and moved my arms keeping me afloat. My feet not being able to touch the 6feet bottom.

I watched as he stood in the water being tall enough to reach. The water just hitting below my mouth.

My legs already tired from all the kicking. Harry laughed as I struggled with the water.

"Stop laughing asshole." I gave him a glare annoyed.

I watched as he swam close to me stopping right in front placing his feet at the bottom of the pool. I felt his hands grab my legs wrapping them around his waist, giving myself a break from kicking. His hands pulled me close to his chest, his hands on my hips.

Our faces just inches apart.