The Pool Boy

Jimmy Choo. (57th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:
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“What have you two been up to?” Harry asks casually, while Anne and I exchange looks.“Nothing, just some girl talk that’s all, right love?” Anne seeks my support to her claim, and I nod in agreement. Harry stares at me, and licks his lips to wet them; I allow myself to smile at him. “For god’s sake just take these glasses off.” Harry groans, and I giggle lightly.

“Nope.” I challenge him playfully, and he smirks. In one swift movement, he carries me bridal style (http://www.polyvore.com/morning_sun_strike/set?id=115477536&lid=3328693), and I yelp from surprise. He walks us closer to the pool and stretches his hands; oh no he’s going to drop me.



“Harry please no! Please my Jimmy Choo will be ruined!” I hide my face in the crook of his neck, as his sneaky chuckle thunders.“Take them off, or I’ll drop you baby.” I instantly take off my golden Ray- Bans, and I toss them at Anne. “Harold, you’re scaring her. Stop.”His mom is concerned, but somehow she knows this is just a playful act.



“See? Now was that hard to do?” He wiggles his eyebrows and I shake my head. He slowly places me on the ground, and I sigh in relief that my expensive sandals are safe now. “Don’t I get a thank you kiss?” He sings his request, while I roll my eyes. I lean in to kiss his cheek, but he as the cheeky boy, pushes his lips on mine instead. His kiss is relieving, reviving even.



He parts our lips once I start heating up, and smiles cunningly. “Never give me a kiss on the cheek when I ask for one.” I swat his arm playfully, and I see Anne gushing in awe from our love affection. “Harry?” I ask as his thumbs trace my waistline in warmth. “Hmm?”Once he hums his reply pleasantly, I figure that it is safe to finally ask him. “Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe; you would consider finishing your college degree?”



His thumbs freeze in action, and I feel them pushing deeper into my waist. His face is unexplainable, and I know that I have unlocked the door to release his angry monster once again. He doesn’t reply, he just steps away from me, and stomps his Vans shoes to the inside.

Anne and I follow his footsteps in a hurry, scared that he might do some disasters to the interior of the house. Once we reach the lobby, he picks up a priceless vase, and it flies to the wall, crashing into countless pieces.



Anne shrieks, but I don’t. I am used to his reactions by now, and frankly if I did react he might do more action. “(He glares at his mom and points an accusing finger at her) YOU PUT HER UP TO THIS DIDN’T YOU MUM? YOU JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND THAT I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK! I AM A FUTURELESS PERSON, SO STOP THINKING I MIGHT BE A DAMN SUCCESS!” Anne sobs in silence, as she climbs up the stairs in agony.



“Harry, you can’t blame her. Please, we just want you to be successful and to proceed with your life normally. You aren’t futureless, and if its about the money, you shou-…” He shuts my up by yelling at me: “DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MONEY ANY MORE! YOU KEEP YOUR MONEY TO YOUR OWN SELF! I DON’T WANT IT! I WILL GO AND FIND A GOD DAMN JOB AND I WILL SHOW YOU THAT I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF MELODY.” I want to slap his face so badly, but I force myself to be more mature at this level.



“My money is your money Harry. We aren’t strangers to each other, and I don’t want you to think that I am paying for you. I just want to help as much as I can, and who knows when you graduate in two years you can find a job and we can both l-…” He quiets me again and laughs in a dark tone: “We can both what? Get married and share a life together? Have kids? Divorce later on and I walk away from you? Stop dreaming Mel, I’m not a prince charming from those fairytales we read as kids…”



With these daggering words, he walks out of the house, and heads back to the guesthouse. We are back to step one, and I can’t even feel my emotions anymore… He doesn’t want anything serious between us?