The Boy Next Door [On Hold]

Chapter 10

After a little bit more of laying on the blanket next to Harry, he looks at his phone.

"I should probably get you home," He says as he sits up.

"Why?" I sit up and ask him.

"Because I told your mom that I would have you home by a certain time," He says.

"Oh, and what are you going to be doing?"

"Nosy, are we?" He laughs.

"Kind of," I laugh.

"I was going to go to a party, but I think I'm going to stay in tonight," He says as he offers me his hand and I take it and stand up.

"I don't really want to go home right now. I don't want to be alone," I say honestly.

"Fine, what do you suggest we do?" He asks me as he picks up the food and blows out the candles.

"I honestly don't care what we do. I just..can't be home right now."

"Do you want to go swimming?" He asks.

"What? Why? It's night time?" I remind him.

"That it is, but look how pretty the sky is and..hey, you only live once, you might as well live it up," He says and I agree.

"Okay, let's do it," I say and we climb down and head into his backyard.

"I should go and get some shorts or something," I say as Harry picks me up and throws me into the pool.

"Harry!" I yell at him and he just laughs.

"Sorry, I can't hear you from all the way over there," He laughs.

"I don't have any clothes with me!" I yell.

"Oh, no. It's not like you don't live right next door. How will you ever survive?" He laughs.

"Harry, it's not funny," I say trying not to laugh.

"It's a little funny," He says.

"Now jump in! Clothes and all!" I yell.

"No way," He says as he takes his phone out of his pocket, followed by his wallet, keys, and then takes off his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt. He is now left in his boxers that cling to his hips so well. Don't stare.

He jumps into the pool and swims around for a little while. He swims past me and I take that chance to jump on him.

He comes up a few seconds later coughing.

"Oh, I see how it is," He says as he grabs me by my wrists and out to the deep end more.

"Do you? Do you see how it is?" I joke.

After we swim around for awhile, Harry decides to get out and dry off. He flips his wet hair and pushes it out of his face.

He goes inside and leaves me there.

"Harry!" I yell. Nothing.

"Harry!" I yell again and he comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist and another one in his hands.

"How long does it take somebody to get a towel?" I ask a little bit irritated.

"Not very long..I did want to see what would happen if I left you out here," He laughs as he comes over to the pool and I get out and take the towel from him.

"Not funny. Thanks for the towel, though," I say and he nods.

"I also have some clothes in my room for you," He says as we walk inside.