The Pool Boy

Coco Mademoiselle. (19th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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“(I whisper breathlessly) Harry…” I reach for his hand, to learn the source of the blood, but he fights by keeping it on my cheek. “Harry I think you’re bleeding.” His eyes open slowly, and his hand surrenders as I hold it closer to my eyesight. I examine it carefully, until I find the source of the crimson stream; his knuckles.

He tries to snatch his hand from mine, but I surprise the both of us with my determinant strength. “Come.” I hold his hand, as I walk him to the inside. “Where should I come? I prefer on the bed, yeah?” My eyeballs want to pop out, and I feel so embarrassed from his dirty joke. Once he sees my reaction, his laughter roars in the hallway of the house.

I shake my head, and sigh as I sit him down on my bed. He tries to cross his arms, but I swat his shoulder like a kindergarten teacher. “Don’t, I don’t want blood on my mattress.”He scoffs playfully, while I enter the bathroom to fetch the required tools.

I can’t find anything other than bandages, pink bandages to be honest. I think carefully about an alcoholic solution, until an idea pops into my mind. I take the bandage box with me, as I notice Harry looking at some photo frames on my night stool.

He seems to be really fond of my picture with my dad, but he doesn’t say a word. “Could you sit down?” I ask quietly and he turns around instantly. He nods slowly and sits back on the edge of the bed, where he was earlier. I open my drawer and locate one of my perfume bottles; this seems to do the trick.

I hold his wrist up, and I target the perfume bottle on the bleeding area. Harry snatches his wrist away and I sigh. “What are you going to do?” He asks protectively of his hand, and I can’t help myself but laugh. He furrows his eyebrows at me and it makes me laugh harder. How could we switch from anger, to screaming, to kissing, and now to laughter in less than a day?

Well that’s how things are with Harry, I guess. “Just give me your hand, I promise its safe.” He hesitates and stretches it back so I can hold it still. Once I press onto the perfume bottle, Harry hisses from the burning feeling; which means that its working. He is distracted with the smell of my Coco Mademoiselle perfume, while I wipe the blood clusters.

As soon as I start to place one of the plasters, he roars manly in objection: “Pink? You can’t be serious. No thank you I am fine like this.” I roll my eyes and place the bandage on either way. He doesn’t fight back, and it seems like he began to cool down. “I like your perfume.” I blush a little and nod, keeping my eyes on the bandage I’m placing.

Once I’m done, I stand up to my feet, and collect all of the bloody tissues to throw them away. That never seemed to happen, since Harry held my waist immediately. I stand between his legs, and while he looks up at me. “Thank you.” 

I nod with a smile, and try to wiggle myself out of his touch; he makes me weak in no time. He lets go of my waist, as I throw the dirty objects away in the bin of the bathroom. “How did you find me?” I call out, from the bathroom. “I followed you actually.” I blush, knowing that he followed me to the club.

Once I’m out of the bathroom. I find him standing on my room’s door. He’s leaving? Why would he stay, its not like there is something between us; right? I approach the door, and to my astonishment, he kisses my cheek sweetly. “Sleep tight.” I nod, I think I did.

I’m frozen from this new Harry in front of me, and I pray that he never changes back to the mean person that he could be. I place my hand on the cheek he kissed, and rub it smoothly; I even smile to myself as I see him walking away.