The Pool Boy

Champagne, Miss? (36th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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“I was right to choose this dress for you, darling.” Philip’s mom is proud of her choice, while I’m thinking how to rip the fabric off of me, from sadness. “You look lovely.” Philip grins at me, and I shutter harder from the inside. I simply nod at him, and my dad notices how rigid I am. 

“(His fake laugh is clear) She’s just shy. Its not like my only daughter gets engaged everyday, right? Haha.” If my eyes could kill, everyone in this party including my own father would be on the ground in less than a second. God, I know I am not you favourite human at this moment, but please help me in getting out of all of this.

“Champagne, Miss?” The waiter asks, but his voice is alerts my familiar memory. The clear playful tone, and that British cheerful accent… I look at his face, and he winks. I look at my dad and the Jameson’s, then at him. Liam makes sure to look at my future family members, to make sure that they are busy in chatting amongst themselves.

 “(He leans down and whispers) Take the third glass in the middle, and go lie down inside; on the couch beside the piano in the study hall. Its empty there.” I have no idea why Liam is instructing me to do all of these steps, but it seems that he’s positive of his words. I nod slowly, and take the third glass from the middle. Liam mouths, “drink it all” to me, and I nod while he disappears in the ambience.

I chug down the entire glass in no time, and I start walking to the interior area. My dad, Philip, and his parents are so busy talking business; that they don’t notice my departure. This is all a business plan, and I’m the trophy of celebration that’s all. Once I reach to the couch, I feel a huge pang in my head; making my eyes and all of my senses cool off into a dozed sleep.

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Niall’s POV:

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Once I notice Melody’s faint, I nudge Louis shoulder. We, and Liam, dressed up as waiters for the evening. We had to knock three employees out of their conscience; in order for us to get the uniforms. “I’ll go get Liam, go lock the door on Melody before anyone notices.”Louis whispers, and like the wind he dissolves between the invites.

I place the tray on a stool nearby, and I walk quickly to the study hall; making sure I don’t grab any attention. When I reach inside, I slide the two doors shut, and run to Melody. She’s clearly in deep sleep, and I pray that all of this will turn out to be on our advantage.

I lift her between my arms, and rush her out of the back door of the study Hall. The path is really dangerous, since some waiters are in the kitchen hallway. I smile at them and state: “The bride to be, drank a lot.” To my advantage, they all laugh and wink at me; that was close.

Once I reach out of the kitchen’s back door, I am relieved to see my three mates. Harry steps out of the pickup truck, and rushes to take Melody out of my arms, and into his.“Drive.” He tells me and I hurry to slide into the driver’s seat. He jogs carrying his girl into the huge trunk, and sits with her. 

“What on bloody earth are you waiting for?” Liam’s exclamation makes me step on the gas instantly, while Louis roars his cheers in success to our plan. “Did you take her bags?” I ask Liam and he nods: “They’re in the trunk. That butler is so helpful.”

 I nod, even though I never met him; but for him to collaborate with this mission makes him a good guy to me. “My place?” I ask and Harry replies from the trunk:“Where else?” His irony makes me giggle, as I drive in speed to my personal home.