birds // hs

5. Pool Shenanigans *

"I'm still naked!" I shouted into the house, my arms clasped tightly around my bare chest. I had given up on covering my lower region but it was late anyway, and I was counting on most people having a reasonable bedtime. "Naked and afraid!"

"You're just hysterical," he rolled his eyes. As soon as he caught sight of me hiding in the shadows of his front porch, he hooked his gaze on my exposed skin and dragged it down, ending at my toes with a low whistle. "And really fucking hot."

"Shut up and tell me why I'm naked."

"Swimming," he answered happily, as if that one word solved all the problems now sticking to my naked skin. "There's a condo over there and I happen to have a key to the pool."

"So I'm naked because...."

"Because I want to fuck you."

"In the pool?"

"I had sort of been imagining it in the shed by the pool. They have a sauna."

"That's disgusting."

"We'll see what you're screaming when we get there."

I rolled my eyes and he intertwined our fingers before leading me down the stairs and across the sand, illuminated now only by the flashlight he was carrying.

Before we got far there was a loud pop and some shouting, then laughter and multiple cursed could be heard skipping down the beach towards us.

"Shit, it must be some drunks," Harry sighed deeply.

"Harold!" I whisper yelled, punching his shoulder weakly. "I'm freaking naked! What if they're boys?"

His eyebrows shot up. "Then you shouldn't be looking at them while you're with me."

"Now is not the time for your jealousy issues!"

"Okay, okay. Just er, take my shirt."

He took off his lifeguard T-shirt and helped me put it on, somehow managing to grab my boob and make a sexual comment in the process.

"Hey," he greeted easily when the group reached us. "How are you guys doing tonight?"

"Good," the girl in the front gigged with a small slur. Great, they were all drunk. "How are you doing?"

"Pretty good," he laughed. Now he was flirting with her, fantastic. "It's a little late, yeah?"

"A-Are you a lifeguard?" She asked with wide eyes. He nodded. "Oh god, that's so hot. Like a beach cop, sort of. Right?"

"Uh, sure," he answered with a big grin. "I guess so."

"Who is this?" One of the guys raised his eyebrows, jerking his head towards me.

I tugged the hem of the shirt down and smiled weakly, my eyes still adjusting to the nonexistent light as Harry busied himself with entertaining the girl. Why did I feel jealous? Harry and I weren't anything but I still felt like I should say something.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

I glanced at Harry but he was still preoccupied. "Rachel."

"How old are you, Rachel?"

"Seventeen."

"Barely legal," he whistled, his eyes traveling down my body. "You're pretty cute."

"Oh, thanks."

"Is this your brother?" He gestured to the back of Harry's head and I let out a small giggle.

"Nope."