London Lights |Harry Styles AU

TWELVE| Secret place

I felt my legs sink in the water and my weight dipping in. I didn't know why exactly, but it felt good. It felt good to be surrounded by water. It was calming and relaxing. My legs moved around the water pretentiously, moving in a sway of motion, letting me move my limbs freely.

"You actually did it," Harry said, making me turn around and stop swimming for a bit. 

"Of course. What made you doubt?" I asked him, giving him a testing glare. 

"Wow... you are actually breaking one of the rules," He continued, gaping his mouth. I giggle, splashing water towards him. He reacts by hissing and rolling his eyes.

"Doh." I shrug.

"Unbelievable." He jokes, earning a scowl from me. Smirking, I continue splashing water towards him. That is, until he reaches me by my forearm, grasping it tight.

His mouth quivered as if he wanted to talk, but then decided to stop, seeming to concentrate his stare at a specific view that wasn't very appropriate.

"Eyes up her, sir," I say sternly, dragging my fingers upwards. "I'm here," Thankfully, he follows my finger and stares back up at me. 

"What?" He stated, making me frown in disbelief. Was he really going to play dumb with me? 

"Like you don't know what I mean," I scoffed, narrowing my eyes a bit.

"What," He repeats again. Ughhh, I want to strangle him at this very moment!

"You..." I began, feeling the heat rush up to my cheeks as I continued, "y-you were.... staring at my... boobs," He looked at me as if he were caught red-handed. But he quickly shook the expression off of his face, acting like he had caught amnesia.

"What are you talking about?" He clicked his tongue, repeating his stupid line over and over again. 

"Harry, let's not play the lying game. I know very well, so just admit it." I tell him, being very, very serious.  He still pretends to be confused, but I don't budge. Minutes pass by as I still wait for him to admit. And after a few more seconds, he runs his hand through his thick mop of curly brown hair, frustratingly. Sighing, he finally speaks. 

"Ugh. Fine. I admit it." He mumbles aloud for me to hear.

"Admit what?"

"I... I was staring," I open my mouth to tell him to explain more but then abandon my thought. 

"Quit grinning like a bloody idiot, I can't help it if you decide to wear a fucking tight ass little bra in the water," He reasons. I feel myself gasp loudly as I see him smirking sheepishly. I don't think much about my next actions as I swat him on his bare shoulders not so nicely. He lets out a yelp and I began to swim away.

I hear him yell in protest. "It's not my fucking fault!" He screamed. "I just gave you my reason, didn't you want that?"

I wanted to respond, but I decided to swim around independently for a while. I was far from him and it was quieter now. I do admit, though, I did kind of miss the usual company, but whatever. My legs waddled as my mind ran back to whatever happened earlier today. Wow, I had never realized that a little trip for a swim with the Green-Eyed Monster would actually help me get my mind off things. A small smile crept up on my face as I continued waddling.

My mind also came to battle on which side to choose now. My dad or my "best friends." Ever since I was a child, my dad had always been both a mother and father for me and my sister, Eden, since my mother left him a year and 9 months after I was born. Crazy and dramatic, I know. What kind of mother? I wasn't really fond of my mother. But I still did visit her in Seattle and she would send me Christmas presents when I was a child. Now, not so much, since I was growing up.