The Pool Boy

I'm Leaving. (12th Chapter)

…. That Night…

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Melody's POV:

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My dad goes to sleep early, telling me that he had a long day at work and it tired him extremely. I sit in my room in complete silence, reviewing today’s unexplainable events.

“Can I keep you…?” His words replay in my mind nonstop, and my breathing shakes at the memory. Just as I sigh, a little knock on the door brings me back to the current life. I clonk my heels to the door, and open up to the unknown person.

I lose my focus, when I notice it is Harry that’s standing on my door, placing his hands tightly in his pockets. His outfit is not what I am used to at all. The summer wardrobe disappeared, since he’s now in black skinny jeans, a black loose shirt, a pair of boots, and strangely a bandana.

He stares at me, and I swear that I notice his breathing slowing down in a calm cycle. “Are you going out somewhere?” He asks casually, and I shake my head since I cannot find words to rejoice.

“Good… well, would you like to accompany me, then?" What. On. Earth. Did. He. Just. Ask. Me?! “What?” I ask in a dumb format, and he groans as his frustration steps a level or two. “I’m inviting you to this closed-party at Niall’s. He told me I should ask you to go…”Oh, so it’s Niall’s invite? Why though?

I don’t recall him and I talking that much. Not that I don’t like being around Harry’s friends, they are really the opposite of him; more friendly and less confusing. “Well? Do you want to, or shall I go?” He asks impatiently, and I still don’t know what I should do. I fight back and forth with my thoughts, but there is no balance in any choice I make.

“Fine, don’t answer. I’m leaving…” He turns around to leave but something makes me speak. “Hold it. (He turns around and smirks) Must I change or is this fine?” I twirl in front of him, and I notice his breathing increase at my action. “Change. These silver tights are… um… you know.” I blush at what seems his protection and concern. “(I nod and smile while talking) Give me ten minutes.” He nods, and replies casually: “I’ll be outside in the parking area.” I close my door and place my head on the hard wood.

I’m actually going to go out with Harry? The same Harry that drives me crazy and I feel like slapping some sense in him? I giggle in a little comfort, since this makes me a tad excited. Who knows, I might even learn more about him, making the process of figuring him out easier?

It takes forever for me to choose something that isn’t so classy, and I finally locate some items that are convenient. I change quickly and repaint my makeup to suite my appearance.

Once I am done, I glide down the stairs and head outside. As I walk to the parking area, my mouth forms a perfect “O” from what I see. An actual motorcycle is roaring, while Harry rests on the seat. “(He whines) For god’s sake, what are you wearing?”I shrug and point my index finger at the motor(http://www.polyvore.com/vibrating_pink/set?id=112738080&lid=3328693).

“I’m not riding that… not now not ever.” He laughs widely, and I notice the dimples pop; I’ve missed them so much. “Well, we aren’t going to take your car. It’s either this, or I go alone. What do you say?” I shake my head and groan loudly; I guess the motorcycle is the only compromise. I walk towards him, and he laughs for no reason. 

“What’s so funny?”I ask impatiently, and he turns his head at me. “I never imagined you will be riding with me on my bike. Remind me to thank Niall for shipping it here by his truck today.” I place the helmet on my head, and I seat myself with no balance. “If you don’t hold on to my waist, I promise that your billion dollar skirt will fly, princess.” As strange as it seems, I snake my hands around his waist, and we take off in speed.