The Pool Boy

Laptop. (22nd Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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I bounce my way to the guesthouse, smiling widely that Harry decided to admit his jealousy. Who knows, he might even admit his true feelings for me? I smile wider at the cross of that idea, and reach my hand to knock his door. He opens the door widely, right before I knock the wood. My mouth still holds a grin, but my lips depart slightly.

He doesn’t hesitate to stretch his hands, and drag my waist to the inside. I giggle shyly, as he shuts the door behind him. “(His raspy tone electrifies my skin) Why do you care if I’m jealous or not, Mel?” I close my eyes, and smile wider at what is going to happen. He places his lips on the top of my shoulder, and bites softly on my skin; making me suck my breath instantly.

“Be a good girl and answer me.” He speaks through each bite he takes, while my left hand stretches to his hair. I tug at his roots slowly, massaging his scalp. “(He moans.) Don’t pull so hard, babe.” I shiver at the word ‘babe’ and I hold his face to face mine. Without wasting any time, I push my lips on his and his eyes wide, still holding me my waist.

Once his tongue licks my lower lip for more, I dispatch my lips from his to breathe. He sighs with a little contempt, as his light-green orbs penetrate my blue pair. “(I speak breathlessly) Are you ready to admit that you’re jealous…?” He laughs loudly, and sits us on the mini couch. “(He smirks playfully) Never.” I swat his arm, while he chuckles like a three year old.

He keeps his soft fingers placed on my waist, and I begin to wonder how Harry and I are like this now. “Harry?” I ask and he breathes with a smile, nodding for me to go on. Just as I start to talk, the interphone rings. Harry groans in annoyance, and I am a bit relieved that I didn’t open this stressful subject. “I’ll go see what Al needs, don’t move.”

 He kisses my cheek, and I giggle at his hair tickling my face. I wonder what could have Harry answered to my questions. I really wonder what he would have said? Would he admit his feelings? Would he deny it and turn back to the mean person that I hated? I sigh, surrendering to my thoughts, while I look around the guesthouse.

Harry’s clothes are spread all over, and his bed is piled with worn-out jeans and shirts. I literally can’t stand looking at them scattered like this, so I stand up to fold them. I hold his shirt between my arms, and sniff his scent, which I admire the most.

It’s a confusing, yet interesting aroma. It’s a mixture of cologne, chlorine, and wild winds of endless hours on his motorcycle. I press my cheek on the fabric, and close my eyes. Once I wake up from my fantasy, I quickly fold all the shirts and his pants. While the pile of clothes is cleared, I locate his laptop. Seeing his laptop this near to my reach, makes my want to explore each inch of it.

Agreeing with my nosy side, I sit immediately on the edge of the bed; focusing my eyes on his screen. He must have left it on, since there was no password entry required. I browse over his opened tabs, as my eyes wide at the picture presented. I maximize the window and stare at the picture he was viewing.

Its Harry, smiling like I never seen him before, while a woman is grinning widely beside him. Her features are incredibly pretty, and extremely similar to Harry. She looks young, but not as Harry or I are. The picture’s effect of black and white makes it look like a moment to remember. I smile slowly at Harry’s face, but I jolt up from bed when I hear his deathful voice.

“What are you doing?” I close the laptop’s screen, and I back away from the bed. In countless steps, he grabs my arm and grazes his fingers into my skin. “ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT! WHAT WHERE YOU DOING ON MY LAPTOP!?” My entire body shakes, scared from this monster in front of me. If I lie, he’ll know, and if I don’t, he’ll be furious with the truth. What on earth am I going to do now?