The Pool Boy

Spilled Out Madness. (8th Chapter)

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Harry’s POV:

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I knife him looks from my eyes, and as soon as I prepare myself to yell at him for the insult, a familiar voice stops my action. “Philip? What’s going on in here?” I shift my eyes to glance at her, and I almost choke on my own breath.

My eyes roll over her appearance, and I feel the heat rising all over the surface of my skin. I can’t stop looking at her, she looks so innocent, so perfectly elegant, like a white dove with golden wings (http://www.polyvore.com/white_dove_in_gold_wings/set?id=112647522&lid=3328693).My god, why does she have to look so perfect right now?

She blushes when she sees me staring at her, and I shake my head and breathe to calm myself from her attractive force. “Harry? What’s going on?” Why did she have to speak to me? Her looks are killing me enough, and now her voice! Ugh, man up Styles! “(I clear my throat) I um… I accidentally bumped into this guy, forcing him to slip his whine.”

 I force my voice to stay calm, and her looks help in the process. “Oh god. Philip I’m so sorry. Here, hand me your blazer, and I’ll make sure it is cleaned and ironed in no time.” She solves the entire conflict, with her sweet gesture. Sweet… just like she is. Stop talking to yourself Harry!

“Who is he anyway?” Philip asks as he takes off his jacket, and throws it in my face. I intentionally don’t catch it, and it falls on the grass. I might be a worker in this mansion, but I am not going to allow this arrogant bastard to treat me this way. Melody’s eyes stare at me widely, knowing that I am going to do something crazily negative.

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Melody's POV:

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Philip is snob, but seriously the treatment to Harry is way wrong! I stare at Harry, and I notice how his eyes turn murderous. I quickly crotch down to grab the blazer from the ground, but Harry screams: “NO! IF HE WANTS IT THEN HE SHOULD GET IT, MELODY.” Philip stares at Harry in a little horror, and I debate whether I should leave the blazer on the ground or not. Harry groans as he grabs my arm and stands me up back, keeping me by his side.

“Melody, tell your servant to apologize at this moment!” Philip snaps his arrogant tone, demanding I do that now. I turn my face to Harry, and I whisper in his ear quietly: “Harry, people are beginning to stare. Please, just go back and I’ll deal with him. Do it for my sake, please?” He stares at me, and his eyes flutter with hurt and disrespect.

I must talk to him later on about this; I don’t want him to be mad. Harry scoffs and walks away, while I kneel down to pick the blazer up. “Why didn’t you do what I asked for?! He was so rude, and stupid for what he did!” I shake my head, and walk back inside, as Philip’s footsteps follow me.

I spot a waiter with a Whine tray, and I ask him to take the blazer to clean it up. “Melody, would you answer me at least!? How on earth do you let me down? I’m your guest!”I don’t know what made me do this, but I snap at him loudly in front of everyone: “Would you close the subject already?! Your blazer will be back to you, if your sad about your whine glass, there are plenty of others! Leave this little incident away, Philip!” My dad’s spots my vocals, and walks to me. He and Philip’s parents come over to us, making me groan. Philip doesn’t say a word after me snapping in him like a dry twig of wood.