The Boy Who Saved Me

Chapter 19: Pool Fun, Fajitas, and Girlfriend's

Hiiii sexy mofos!! (: I'm late on this update, I know, but I've been really busy lately preparing for softball tryouts and getting ready to go back to school in about 2 weeks. Ik, ewww, I hate it too, but I guess I'd rather go to school than be stupid. 😜 Also I've been feeling really sick lately, so I've tried to rest as much as possible. But anyway, enjoy the chappie! (: xx

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*Carrie-Lee's POV

"No, please, Louis, stop! I can't breathe!" I gasp for air.

"Never!" Louis yells, an evil laugh bursting through the evil grin plastered across his face.

Okay, this idiot is starting to scare me.

"Louis, pl-please!" I plead. I am blue in the face now and I feel as if I might pass out.

He continues tickling me anyway. "Not until you say 'Louis is the bestest and I shall bow down before him!'"

"Never!"

I may be dying, but I'd rather die than say that shit.

I'm kicking and trying to pry his fingers off my sides, but he gets on top of me and pins my arms down with his knees.

"DAMNIT, LOUIS! GET THE HELL OFF ME, YOU'RE SUCH A FATASS!" I gasp, dying under his weight. Meanwhile, he just laughs at my suffering.

"Not until you say it!" He shouts in a sing song voice.

I am about to give in until Louis is suddenly pulled off of me. I roll over and catch my breath before looking to see where he went.

"Hey! Let me go!"

Now it's my turn to laugh. Harry and Liam have Louis by the arms and Niall and Zayn are holding his feet. They walk out of the living room, into the kitchen, and out a door I have never even noticed before now. I follow them out and gape at the biggest pool I've ever seen.

"Woah! Since when did we have a pool?" I question, my eyes wondering to each of their faces.

They stop for a moment to think. "Since we got the house, actually. But I guess we just forgot to show you." Harry explains. Then they continue with what they are doing.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! No! BOYS DON'T YOU DA--" Louis starts to yell at them, but is quickly ignored mid-sentence as they throw him in the pool.

I burst into a fit of laughter, grasping at my sides as the boys high-five each other in victory. Louis resurfaces in the pool and the look on his face is priceless. His cheeks are blood red and he has his lips pulled into an evil smirk. His eyes look a darker shade of blue than usual.

Well, either he's:

A. Extremely pissed and he's planning how he'll murder us all in his head at this very moment.

Or,

B. Just trying to scare us.

I think I'll go with option A.

"Um, guys? He looks really pissed. Should we run?" I ask them.

They just laugh. "No, he's just messing with u-- WOAH!"

I guess Niall was just standing too close to the edge of the pool because in the time we are talking, Louis had managed to sneak up behind us and grab the closest person to the edge which just so happened to be poor little Nialler.

Louis lifts himself out of the pool and sits on the edge. He takes off his shoes pours the water out of each of them, followed by his socks, which he rings the water out of before tossing them over to the side. Then he takes his shirt off and let me just say... DAMN that boy is fit!