Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 16

∞ Chapter 16 ∞

Theo places one hand to my cheek, pushing my hair back. I hold onto one of his firm biceps, my other hand at his torso.

Our lips move together. Hopefully I do not seem like an idiot, especially since I have no idea what the fuck I am doing.

My back encounters the wall, the hem of my dress riding up as it reveals my further tanned legs.

I do not move, my hands going to pull the material down.

Theo pulls away, his forehead resting against mine. Our breathing increases, our chests rising and falling at the same pace.

"I." Theo says at the same time I say, "Uh."

Theo chuckles, a deep vibration coming from his chest. "I'm sorry, I uh... got a bit carried away."

I shake my head, my hair moving along with me. "Don't be."

He smiles warmly. "We should go out there. Unless we want everyone to think that you take so long to piss."

"Hey, when a girl's got to go, she's got to go," I say, holding my hands up defensively as he laughs loudly.

We exit the room, walking a safe distance from each other so no one suspects anything.

"Theo! There you are, mate!" Blue Eyes exclaims.

I walk towards the girls. Everyone is holding a long, brown stick.

"What are those? To shove up someone's ass?" I ask and Leigh-Anne chokes on her beer.

"No, how did I know you would say that?" Eleanor says, rolling her eyes. I give her a large sarcastic grin and she chuckles.

"Its for the game 'pool'," Jesy explains and I nod, vaguely aware of whatever we are doing.

Sea Green Eyes lends me a long, brown stick as well. The stick is almost as tall as me, reaching my chin. Then again I am pretty small compared to other women.

"Okay, all you need to know is to just try and hit the little triangle shape with the white ball always. Whatever ball -striped or solid -lands in the pockets, that is the color you have to try to get in the whole time," Puppy Dog Eyes explains. The Curly Haired Bitch rolls his eyes at us and I clench my jaw.

"All right, let's split us up. So how about Liam, Jesy, Theo, Jade and Harry form a team while Niall, Leigh-Anne, Eleanor and I form the other team," Sea Green Eyes suggests. We have an odd number of people, nine in total.

I think. "What about girls versus boys?" The girls smirk, seeming to like the idea as well.

"You sure you want your pretty little ass kicked?" the Curly Haired Bitch asks with a smirk.

I grit my teeth together. "No, but my pretty little foot with collide with your putrid face."

Everyone stops, swallowing hard on their beers. Theo stifles a laugh while the Curly Haired Bitch narrows his eyes at me.

"All right... girls versus boys it is!" Blue Eyes says awkwardly. The girls and I stand on one side of the green and brown table while the boys stand on the other side. Theo is right across from me.

Theo takes the first shot, bending down and sliding the stick in between his thumb and index finger. The stick slides back, knocking against the only white ball. The white ball collides with the others, a red solid colored ball rolling into a pocket.

"So we have to get our color, solids, in until the black ball is left and you girls have to try to get the striped balls in," Theo explains and we nod. Puppy Dog Eyes nods at me, signalling for me to go next.

I bite my tongue nervously, the girls patting my back in comfort.

I bend down as well, sliding the stick between my fingers like Theo did. I pull the stick back, the tip colliding with the white ball. The ball hits the others. The balls scatters, hitting one another until four striped balls fall into the pockets, a purple, red, green and blue one going in.

The boys have their jaws dropping while the girls are grinning widely.

"How..." Blue Eyes murmurs. Everyone just leaves their mouths open.

"Its all in the wrist," I say, curling my wrist around in a circle sarcastically.

Theo smirks, giving me a small thumbs up. I smile back at him.

The game continues, Jesy and Eleanor getting one ball in while Leigh-Anne is too intoxicated to see straight. Blue Eyes and Sea Green Eyes are too intoxicated as well, Puppy Dog Eyes shooting two in while Theo and the Curly Haired Bitch shoot three in.

Then it leaves the black ball.

"Okay, pick a team member to shoot in the last ball," Theo says. Jesy pushes me forward and the Curly Haired Bitch stands as well.

"You're going to lose, Slut," he says and I cringe at the choice of his vocabulary.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Bitch," I say and he grits his teeth.

He takes the shot, the ball missing by a smidge. His jaw drops.

"What the fuck?! It must have been the wind or something!" the Curly Haired Bitch exclaims, his voice cracking slightly.

"Sure..." Puppy Dog Eyes mutters. The Curly Haired Bitch glares at him, shutting him up immediately.

I smile, aligning my stick to the white ball. I place one hand to my eyes in a cocky way, covering my vision. I strike the ball, it in fact going into the pocket.

"Well, looks like the girls won," Theo says and I smile.

"Whatever, beginner's luck," the Curly Haired Bitch mumbles. I give him a sarcastic smile as well as my lucky middle finger.

***

"So you beat their asses in pool?" Gemma asks, amusement in her green eyes as she snickers.

I nod, laughing as well. "'Master Harry' was terribly pissed. You should have seen his face!"

Gemma laughs again. "I could assume that as true. So did anything else happen?"

I bite my inner cheek. Should I tell Gemma about Theo? I mean she has been here for me since the three months I have been here. Yet again, I should not tell anyone or then Theo could get into serious trouble.

"Um, no nothing else happened," I lie through my teeth. "But there was this guy named Theo who played as well."

Gemma nods. "I know Theo. He's quite the looker. I've met him once but he was so damn quiet."

He was anything but quiet last night...

"Yeah, he didn't say anything to us. He just played with us," I lie yet again.

Gemma nods and someone knocks on the door.

"Probably the mail," Gemma says as she gets up to answer the door.

Mail? What the fuck is a 'mail'?

Someone hands her a couple of large, white square shaped paper things and a brown packet.

She sets them down on the table. She sets the white papers aside and open the packet.

Gemma peels the paper off and her eyes widen at the sight.

"What's wrong?" I ask curiously.

She pulls out a beautiful piece of work but I have no clue what it is.

"What is that?"

"A bracelet. Its an accessory for your wrists," Gemma explains and I nod.

"Why are you looking at it so weird? May be Anne bought it for you," I say with a shrug. The 'bracelet' is definitely beautiful and quite shiny.

"It's not for me," Gemma says. She extends her arms towards me. "It's for you."