The Pool Boy

Whistle. (15th Chapter)

…Back at Home…

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Melody's POV:

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“Are you positive that you are okay?” He asks for what seems like the hundredth time, and I nod quietly. He’s standing in front of the guesthouse’s door, while I’m facing him with depression. “I didn’t mean to make you fight with your friend… I should have stayed here instead…” Harry groans in frustration, but he replies: “That twat was and will never be my friend! I don’t even like that bugger, but he showed up! You keep apologising when it’s supposed to be me who does that! I should have known you wouldn’t fit in.” 

I don’t speak anymore; I just nod my head in weakness, and walk away to my house. “Mel?” I turn around and look at Harry. “I’m sorry, alright?” I nod, again in hurt, and walk away. He didn’t hurt me, well not now at least, but I guess he doesn’t want me to sleep with my sadness on the side.

…The Next Day…

I didn’t waste anytime in dressing up, once I woke up (http://www.polyvore.com/retro_gloss/set?id=113306487&lid=3328693). I have this urge to go out to collect my happiness, and I know that sitting at home won’t make me gain it back anytime soon. I slash my heels down the stairs in speed, making sure that I don’t talk to anyone.

I just have so many thoughts in my mind right now, and I truly don’t want anyone to talk to me; not for now at least. It’s 10:00 am already, so I am positive my dad has left; his car isn’t in sight even. While I am trying to sit in the driving seat of the car. A whistle stops my action.

I see him jogging, and his bouncing hair entertains my eyes. “(He catches his breath, and talks) Thank god I whistled, I must do that more often to grab your attention from now on.”I smile, and something inside me makes me say:“You don’t need to whistle to grab my attention… you always seem to catch it when you are around.” 

His eyes are highlighted by the sun-rays, making them turn neon green; just like they are when he is feelingpositively . “(He smirks playfully, and leans against my car) So you’re telling me that I always am on your mind?”

I giggle nervously, allowing my cheeks to burn in pink. “(I stutter) I um… better get going…” I open the door of my Mercedes again, but he whips me to face him. His arms slither into my waistline, and he keeps them there; holding me in warmth.

His fingers are so soft, they almost tickle me. I breathe heavily while our eyes dance on a medley of the classical tunes of romance. “You didn’t answer me… (His raspy voice drives me out of my sanity) Mel, please answer me…?” His croaky tone melts my bones and turns me into a liquid material. I nod slowly, and his eyes relax into mine even more than they are.

The way we are standing in front of each other, closer than ever, makes my mood shift to a sudden happiness from the current negativity. “(He whispers) The things you do to me…”Is this really happening? “(I whisper back) Tell me about them?” He sighs and holds me closer, pinning my hips to his like he’s trying to make our bodies turn to one.

“(He speaks innocently, yet lust is noticeable) Just say my name, please…” Not only my cheeks, but my entire body blushes at his question.“(I speak slowly) Harry...” He groans and leans slowly to what seems like… kissing me?! I close my eyes waiting for the fire to ignite into my body, from his lips. But something unbelievable happens, stopping this…