Pool & Tattoo's.

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27th Dec 2013.

Liv's POV.

As soon as we arrive at the pool I am engulfed in a tight hug from none other than the curly top himself, I look up and am mesmerised by his gorgeous emerald eyes.
"Hi love." Harry says, smiling and placing a soft kiss to my cheek.
"Hi Harry." I smile widely at him.
"Are you ready to swim?" He asks, gesturing to the pool.
"Uh no Harry, not a chance, you are not stealing my girl today!" And before I can apologise my wrist is gripped tightly and I am being dragged away to some deck chairs at the side of the pool.
"Get comfy girly, we are gonna have a little chat!" Petrie grins mischievously at me before spreading her towel out and lying on top of it.
I follow Perrie's lead, once I'm comfortable I glance over to her and she is already staring at me.
"So...." Perrie says, looking at me expectantly.
"So.. What?" I ask, a little confused.
"You and Harry?" She asks, grinning.
I scratch the back of my neck, slightly embarrassed.
"I-um I don't really know, we went on a coffee date.. But Louis turned up and crashed it, but yeah Harry is nice." I smile to myself.
"Louis did that?" She frowns.
"Mmm, he apologised though." I reply.
"Yeah, that's good but its so unlike him." She replies, still frowning slightly.
I then go into detail about everything that has happened with Louis and I explain how I feel about the whole situation.
"Wow." Perrie says, sounding overwhelmed.
"I know, so I need to let him down gently somehow." I reply quietly.
"I don't know if that will be a problem." Perrie says cooly gesturing towards the pool where Louis is busy chatting to a gorgeous brunette who can't seem to take her hands off his arm.
I let out a sigh of relief, but I also feel a pang of jealousy.
Just because we can't be together doesn't mean that I don't have feelings for him, I'm trying to be the adult here, I need to think about my job, priorities!
Before I can work myself up any more somebody comes and scoops me up out of the deck chair.
I kick and flail my arms around in a pathetic attempt to get away, which fails miserably.
"Put me down!" I cry out.
"Not gonna happen babe." That deep husky voice can only belong to one person.
"Harryyyy!" I scream but I can't help the giggle that falls past my lips.
"Oliviaaaa!" Harry mimics me, roaring with laughter.
I just huff, knowing I'm not getting away.
"Are you ready to swim now love?" Harry asks.
"No, not really." I reply, playing his little game.
"Well, too bad." He says smugly and drops me into the pool.
When I surface I send Harry a glare.
But then I get an idea.
"Help me out please Harry." I say, looking up at him innocently.
Without hesitation he reaches down to take my hand but instead of him helping me out I pull him down into the water to join me.
He comes up and shakes the water out of his curls and grins mischievously at me.
I start to swim away but its only seconds before I feel his hands wrap around my waist and pull me into his chest.
When our eyes meet we are both grinning.
"Haz, ya hungry?" Louis calls from somewhere out of the pool.
"Nah mate, I'm good." Harry yells back, not breaking our gaze.
We swim to a more shallow part of the pool where we can both stand.
For ages we just talk and try underwater handstands and other fun things, Harry is a fun guy.
"Hey let's sit on the edge and continue our conversation, yeah?" Harry says, gesturing to the edge.
I agree and we both swim over before pulling ourselves out of the water, Harry is up way before I am and as I lift myself up I feel his hand trail from my ribcage to my hip.
"Hey, I didn't know you had a tattoo!" He says excitedly.
"Yeah, you're not the only badass." I reply cheekily, laughing.
"I like it!" He says happily.
I just smile at him.
"Hey." I hear Louis say from behind us.
"Hi Lou." I reply.
I guess its now or never.
"Could I talk to you for a minute Lou?" I ask, thinking that this is my chance to set him straight.

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