The Pool Boy
Just A Little. (41st Chapter)
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Melody's POV:
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I keep hiding behind Niall all the time, because I know if I get closer to Zayn; the result won’t be pleasant. Zayn slumps his body on the couch, and lifts a cigarette to light up. My face squishes at the disgusting smell of smoke, and Niall huffs in confusion. “Melody, why don't you go set the table? I’ll keep Zayn company.” I sense the hint from Niall’s words, clearly begging me to disappear from sight.
I step backwards and click my heels to the kitchen (http://www.polyvore.com/metal_stun/set?id=115591405&lid=3328693). Where on earth could Harry be right now? Did he fight with my father? Did my father find the power to make Harry confess about my location? What if my dad hurt Harry already? I begin to panic, but my physical performance is still stable. I turn off the stove, and grab a handful of plates for the cabinet.
I adjust the meal and the plates on the small dining table, as my worry for Harry rises inside. Just as I finish placing the final fork beside the dish, I hear a loud argument from the living room. “Don’t make me beat you up to keep your mouth shut! It’s not your subject to be telling, Harry will tell her. He said he would as soon as he’s here.” Niall’s words shiver my feelings. Tell who? Me? About what? Why didn’t Niall tell me whatever there is already? Why must Harry inform me? My questions quiet down, once I hear the main door slammed. I peek from the dining room across the living room, and a rush of relaxation hits me. Harry is finally here, but his face is rigid. My eyes admire his shorts and Vance flats, but deep down I want to know a lot of answers from him.
“Mel? (He pauses) Where are you?” Harry’s voice calls, as I emerge from the dining room. “Hey.” I click my heels in speed, as his arms open widely to engulf me through. He places his chin over my shoulder, and sighs deeply. “(I drop the hug and ask) What’s wrong? Are you tired?” I play dumbfounded, as I stare into his eyes. “(He smiles weakly) Just a little. I got you a new number.” He digs his hand through his pocket, and hands me a sealed envelope from the phone company.
I place a kiss on his cheek and thank him for it. “I don’t want you to contact anyone other than me, okay?” I nod slowly, feeling that I am once again controlled of what I must and must not do; but its different this time. “(My tone is quiet) Do you have something to tell me?” Zayn cackles darkly, and Niall scowls him in anger to keep quiet.
“(His face expresses surprise, clearly not expecting my question) Well… yeah but um, let's eat first. (He pushes a smile) It smells great in here.” Niall stands up and sends me a worried grin. “Melody helped me in cooking tonight.” Harry’s eyes widen at the words, and I feel a little proud of my achievement. “Did you, now?” He nuzzles his nose with mine, as a giggle escapes my mouth from the tickling feeling. “Well, lets go see what my amazing chef cooked.” Harry slithers his arm around my waste, as we head to the dining room.
Once we are seated, Zayn winks at me, and I pretend not caring about his action. If Harry saw him, he’d be roasted like these chicken cutlets. “Are you going to tell the bird or not?” Zayn pushes Harry to tell me, as a smirk plays on his lips. Without any further notice, Harry’s empty plate flies over the table, and crashes into the wall; making me yelp in fear. “Damn you! Would you shut your pie sucker already!” Harry’s yell is high, but not roaring still; the anger is beginning to build up. I place a hand on Harry’s thigh, and I squeeze it softly, trying to calm him down.
He looks at my hand, as his tensed muscles begin to calm down. He notices I don’t want him to over react, so he releases a large breather. “(He looks at my face, but addresses Niall) Niall mate, escort this bastard out; I don't want anything from him anymore. Mel, let’s go to your room, yeah?” I think my head nods to his request, but I’m to busy thinking what he has to tell me. He gives Zayn a killing glare, before we both stand up and walk to my room.
Melody's POV:
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I keep hiding behind Niall all the time, because I know if I get closer to Zayn; the result won’t be pleasant. Zayn slumps his body on the couch, and lifts a cigarette to light up. My face squishes at the disgusting smell of smoke, and Niall huffs in confusion. “Melody, why don't you go set the table? I’ll keep Zayn company.” I sense the hint from Niall’s words, clearly begging me to disappear from sight.
I step backwards and click my heels to the kitchen (http://www.polyvore.com/metal_stun/set?id=115591405&lid=3328693). Where on earth could Harry be right now? Did he fight with my father? Did my father find the power to make Harry confess about my location? What if my dad hurt Harry already? I begin to panic, but my physical performance is still stable. I turn off the stove, and grab a handful of plates for the cabinet.
I adjust the meal and the plates on the small dining table, as my worry for Harry rises inside. Just as I finish placing the final fork beside the dish, I hear a loud argument from the living room. “Don’t make me beat you up to keep your mouth shut! It’s not your subject to be telling, Harry will tell her. He said he would as soon as he’s here.” Niall’s words shiver my feelings. Tell who? Me? About what? Why didn’t Niall tell me whatever there is already? Why must Harry inform me? My questions quiet down, once I hear the main door slammed. I peek from the dining room across the living room, and a rush of relaxation hits me. Harry is finally here, but his face is rigid. My eyes admire his shorts and Vance flats, but deep down I want to know a lot of answers from him.
“Mel? (He pauses) Where are you?” Harry’s voice calls, as I emerge from the dining room. “Hey.” I click my heels in speed, as his arms open widely to engulf me through. He places his chin over my shoulder, and sighs deeply. “(I drop the hug and ask) What’s wrong? Are you tired?” I play dumbfounded, as I stare into his eyes. “(He smiles weakly) Just a little. I got you a new number.” He digs his hand through his pocket, and hands me a sealed envelope from the phone company.
I place a kiss on his cheek and thank him for it. “I don’t want you to contact anyone other than me, okay?” I nod slowly, feeling that I am once again controlled of what I must and must not do; but its different this time. “(My tone is quiet) Do you have something to tell me?” Zayn cackles darkly, and Niall scowls him in anger to keep quiet.
“(His face expresses surprise, clearly not expecting my question) Well… yeah but um, let's eat first. (He pushes a smile) It smells great in here.” Niall stands up and sends me a worried grin. “Melody helped me in cooking tonight.” Harry’s eyes widen at the words, and I feel a little proud of my achievement. “Did you, now?” He nuzzles his nose with mine, as a giggle escapes my mouth from the tickling feeling. “Well, lets go see what my amazing chef cooked.” Harry slithers his arm around my waste, as we head to the dining room.
Once we are seated, Zayn winks at me, and I pretend not caring about his action. If Harry saw him, he’d be roasted like these chicken cutlets. “Are you going to tell the bird or not?” Zayn pushes Harry to tell me, as a smirk plays on his lips. Without any further notice, Harry’s empty plate flies over the table, and crashes into the wall; making me yelp in fear. “Damn you! Would you shut your pie sucker already!” Harry’s yell is high, but not roaring still; the anger is beginning to build up. I place a hand on Harry’s thigh, and I squeeze it softly, trying to calm him down.
He looks at my hand, as his tensed muscles begin to calm down. He notices I don’t want him to over react, so he releases a large breather. “(He looks at my face, but addresses Niall) Niall mate, escort this bastard out; I don't want anything from him anymore. Mel, let’s go to your room, yeah?” I think my head nods to his request, but I’m to busy thinking what he has to tell me. He gives Zayn a killing glare, before we both stand up and walk to my room.
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3/28/15