The Pool Boy

Divine. (27th Chapter)

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Harry’s POV:

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I miss her, and she still hasn’t replied to any texts that I’ve sent her. I can’t believe that she left without letting me see her before that. I practically begged her to wake me up before she departs, but she kept telling me it’s not that big of a deal. How isn’t it, though? Doesn’t she know how much I care about her, already?

None of the people I know have a clue about my past; except her. I don’t know why I told her all of this, but it felt right. It felt right to trust her, because I know that she’d protect this information with her heart. That’s how she is, under all of the expensive layers of jewelry and clothing, she’s a piece of humble pie.

I mean, there is nothing official between us, but I know she senses how much I adore her; right? Is she waiting for me to ask her to be mine? Nah, I don’t think Mel is like that… Is she though? My phone beeps, and I instantly swipe the screen to read the notification:

…Text…

From: Princess

Sent at: 9:45 pm

“I just turned my service on! Sorry for replying late. I miss you too :( I’m going to sleep right now. xx”

… End of Text…

I text her back instantly, wishing her a good night. I close my eyes and sigh in relief that not a single lad has made a move on her so far. Could that have happened already?! Look at me blabbing like a fool. I turn off the lights and sleep the night away...

…The Next Day…

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Melody's POV:

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I woke up an hour early, and dressed up in a warmer outfit. Since I had more time, I ironed my hair and gave my makeup the extra minutes to be done (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=114518837). Once the suite’s phone rings, I answer it to confirm that I will be downstairs in no time.

Camille groans, but she still rests in her deep sleep; thank god. I walk down the stairs, and the driver opens the door for me. Once we are both in the vehicle, he states: “Would you want to go anywhere before Holmes Chapel?” I shake my head and smile politely. 

“Very well, Miss.” He begins to drive and I sigh while I stare out the streets of London. It’s a fascinating city to be honest, but sightseeing is the least of my concern right now.

… Three Hours Later…

“That’s the house, Miss. Would you like me to wait here? Or would you want me to come back in a certain time to pick you up?” I think of a choice, then announce: “I need an hour Arthur. You could rest somewhere, its okay.” He smiles at me from the rear-view mirror, while I hop out of the car.

This is it, I just hope that she will understand, and not be aggressive like Harry is when he’s uncomfortable. I click my heels through the walkthrough, and knock on the door. As I wait, I allow myself to gaze at the house’s exterior. It’s not that bad, but still its not that good in shape.

The paint is scraped from the white wood, but it looks artistic in some sort of way. A woman emerges from the door, and my eyes widen a little. She’s still the same as she was in the picture, but a little grown up. Her features are tired, sad even, but she’s still divine.