Mr. Styles meet Ms. Mermaid (Harry Styles: no.1)

Chapter 19

Lydia’s POV

I shoved Harry away at the touch of his soft lips on my own.

No, I couldn’t let him do this to me. I couldn’t let him still love me after what I just showed him. Was he crazy?! Why did he still want me after he found out I was a freak?!

“Lyd?” Harry questions me backing away another foot causing little ripples in the water to form.

“Harry. Why aren’t you freaked out or even scared?!” I hiss at him.

He knits his eyebrows together, “Why would I?”

“Because that’s the normal human response to do!” I say like it’s obvious.

“But Lyd-”

“No Harry something’s not right here. You should be freaking out.” I cross my arms over my black bikini top covered chest. I started ‘pacing’ –mermaid way- back and forth in the water. After a few silent moments I stopped my movements and turned back to the still standing Harry.

“What’s wrong Love?” He asks.

“You should be worrying and freaking out like Emma. That’s why I was chasing her that one day, she was about to go to the police about me.” I say remembering the memory.

“That explains everything.” He tells me thinking back to the day also. His green orbs meet my own and I shiver a bit when it happens.

“At least I told you….in a way.” I chuckle to myself. It was the truth; I promised him that I would tell him what the problem with Emma was and he accepted it.

“Yeah you got that right.” He tells me letting out a few laughs. After that silence overtakes us once again….talk about awkward.

I then heard a rustling noise from his house in front of us.

“Harry?!” I hear a British accent pierce the air. Damn you Louis. Shut up! “Harry?!! Are you out there?!!”

“Come here.” I grab Harry’s hand and before I can think I pull him underwater with me.

I pull Harry along swimming on the surface of the water as he kicks along with me. This felt weird, dragging someone along with me as I swam. But it felt nice and right nonetheless.

I could feel the salt water along my skin with each kick I made to get us farther. Harry continued to kick, our hands still intertwined.

I don’t how long we swam but I felt Harry slow down beside me. Sorry if I’m a mermaid and can swim for hours and miles beyond.

“Do you want to stop?” I say slowing my pace and sticking my head above the water.

“Yes!” He tells me.

So to help him out I freeze in my stance and I float a bit in water with just the tips of my shoulders above the water. Harry matches me as his once curly hair is soaked and is slicked in all different directions.

His skin was pale and smooth shining in the now dark sky’s moonlight. Harry started coughing a bit out of breath as he kicked slightly to stay above water.

“Here let me help.” I say grabbing a hold of his soaked dress shirt and pushing him up a bit keeping his both afloat.

“Thanks.” He tells me looking down into the water that was visible for the first 5 feet then went pitch black. Who knows what could be lurking down there…

Silence.

That’s what we always came too, but it wasn’t awkward or weird, it was just comfortable. I liked it like that.