The key.
There's where my eyes were glued for almost the entire drive. The key hanging from around Harry's neck. It was like a necklace but I knew it wasn't just that. It kind of surprised me for seeing it there but confused me at the same time. Was this the key I stole from dr.Royals house? And why did he want that key? Where was he going to use it? Wich door did this key open?
"Is this the key I took from that house?" I asked suddenly, feeling a little dumb for asking this question.
Harry frowned slightly but smirked a few seconds later. He looked so excited with the fact we were going somewhere I didn't know but the key was all I could focus on.
"Yes." he answered simply.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. Why was he wearing the key around his neck? Was he afraid he might lose it or something?
"What's the 'Colarious'?" I asked curious.
He raised a brow, green eyes never leaving the road. He was chewing on his bottom lip and I couldn't fight the agrue to stare at his pink heart-shaped lips.
"It's a code." he answered flatly.
"I like it that you're explaining it." I sarcastically spat and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, one of my good habits." he sarcastically said.
"Seriously, when are you going to give me the answers?" I muttered and looked on the road.
"Let's just have fun for now, okay? I want to enjoy this and then I'll explain everything to you." he suggested.
I agreed and chewed my cheek. I was nervous with this whole trust-Harry-again-thing. I didn't even know where we were going, but I guess that was the point. It was really hard for me to trust someone, how much someone that betrayed me. And Harry did that; he broke my trust. Needless to mention what he've done to me for the past week.
But when I remember what he told me that night at the hotel...my heart cries for him. Being locked in a cell and having different things they create in your system by force...It just sickened me. I shivered at the thought and shook my head, trying to forget the thoughts.
"It's really hot.." Harry mumbled.
"Yeah." I agreed.
"Then why are you shivering?"
A lump appeared in my throat, blocking me from talking. I shrugged and acted cool, even though a part of me knew he knew I was acting.
"It will probably be crowded there so..." he started cooly, "I want you to be on my side, okay?"
I could hear the unease in his voice, how worried his was about my answer. That wasn't the same Harry I knew for a week. This wasn't the Harry that would demand me to stay on his side otherwise he would break my legs. No, this was the Harry that asked me kindly to be with him the whole time, something that kind of frustrated me but I ignored it and nodded, agreeing with him.
"Sure," I answered simply.
Harry pulled the car in a parking lot and I raised my gaze to see that we were in the social pool. My eyes widened. What the hell?
"We're going to swim?" I blurbed, not even realizing how quick the words left my lips.
"Yes."
"In front of people? Who are probably better looking than me?" I asked, rushing the words.
"Why are you saying that, Rebecca?" he laughed and I turned to look at him.
He was staring at me with amusement wich made my heart to flutter but I couldn't quite reply to his question.
I always thought that I don't have the perfect body to be in bikini and walk around the pool so everyone stare at me and whistle or copliment. I never had that amazing body with curves, big boobs or huge peachy butt. I was short too, and when me and my friends in high school went to the pool, I was always out of the water, sitting alone and probably reading a magazine while the others were taking pictures, having fun, splashing waterto each other and all that stuff. I didn't have the perfect body all the men ask and I was so nervous to go out with my neon yellow bikini.
"Your insecurities are going to eat you alive, Rebecca." he shook his head, grinning at me before he jumped out of the car.
Gulping loudly, I jumped out of the car and looked around. A group of guys walked in front of me, some of them carrying backbags, all of them having muscular bodies and tanned skin. A guy looked at me with his blue eyes, wich travelled down my body and then up my face. I felt my cheeks blushing and nervoussness eating away my stomach.
He gave me a small smile but I could see that he was about to laugh at me, wich only made my heart to shake. I felt tears slowly forming into my eyes so I turned around to look at myself through the car's window, wondering why I am so ugly.
I felt a hand touching my shoulder and I turned around to look at Harry, eyes narrowed and digging through me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked in a cool tone.
I swallowed my tears and shook my head, looking down at my Nikes. I turned my head from the other side to look at the group of guys walking away, the guy with the blue eyes glancing back at me for a minute before looking back at his friends.
I shook my head again and looked at Harry who was glaring at the group of guys behind me. "Nothing."
"You sure? Because you know I don't like it when they lie to me." he locked eyes with me.
"Yeah, I'm just...I don't feel too comfortable with my body.." I admitted, breaking the eye conection to look at my feet.
"Why?"
"Nevermind." I shook my head again and gave him a small smile. "It's nothing, really."
"Hmm." he hummed and nodded for me to follow him.
Following Harry, I tried not to feel as if that everyone that was staring at me could see through my clothes or think how bad my body is. I kept looking at the pool and the people in there who were laughing, swimming, doing some flip backs and stuff. There was a bar next to the pool, wich the stools for the costumers were under the water. I smiled at this, it was a brilliant idea and the bar had a Hawaian style decoration.
"You like it here?" Harry asked and glanced at me from his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's-it's nice." I said nervously and cleared my throat.
We sat on the pool chairs across from each other. I folded my hands on my lap and looked around, wanting to be sure no one was still staring at us. Harry was staring at me and when I moved my gaze to look at him he raised a brow and scretched his hands.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked.
"Aren't you going to change? You're still wearing jeans and all that." I moved my hand.
"I will. Now, what do you want to drink?"
"Strawberry mojito?"
"Sure. I'll take the mango milkshake." he said and I nodded.
He stood up and I raised my brows. He gave me a small smile and started to walk away.
"Wait! Where are you going?" I asked, a little panicked.
"Going to change?" he said in a way as if it was obvious.
"You're leaving me alone?" I asked, really panicked right now.
"Calm down, Rebecca." he chuckled. "I'm going to change okay? I'll be back in less than 10 minutes. Just order our drinks." he moved his hand in the air.
"Harry-"
"Less than 10 minutes." he held both hands in the air and walked away.
I chewed my lower lip nervously. Suddenly, a muscular guy came and stood in front of me, holding a small block in hands and a pensil. I gulped and looked up at him to meet his brown eyes. He had brown messy wet hair and tan skin, muscular body and his deep blue swimwear was hanging loosely around his hips.
"Hello, what can I get for you?" he asked kindly, his big eyes staring at me.
"H-hi." I smiled nervously at him. God, he is hot. "A strawberry mojito and a-a mango milkshake."
"Strawberry mojito and mango milkshake are on their way," he smiled and turned around to deliver my order.
I exhaled. Wow, that guy was unbelievably hot. I turned my gaze to look around and my eyes landed on the group of guys that walked in front of me before. My heart stopped when I spoted the blond guy with the blue eyes. He was listening to his friend with the black hair closely, a grin plastered on his face and bright blue eyes shining.
He was surely beautiful. I admired how cool and calm he was with his friends. He suddenly burst into a laughter along with his other friends, tilting his head back and clapping his hands. He leaned in again and rested his elbows on his knees, eyes glued on his friend that was now explaining another funny story, I suppose.
The sun was hitting my body and caused sweat. I sighed and hid myself under the umbrella, waiting impatiently for Harry to appear. My eyes were glued on the guy with the blue eyes though. He looked so handsome with that smile.
Sighing, I knew it was time to take off my clothes since it was too hot now. I stood up and looked everywhere, making sure no one was staring at me. I unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them and placing them on the pool chair next to me. I tagged the hem of my see-through cop trop an pulled it over my head. My eyes widened when they landed on the guy with the blue eyes, wich were staring at me with surprise.
My cheeks blushed and I looked down, placing my crop top on the pool chair next to me. I stepped out of my Nikes and sat down on the pool chair. Hesitentaly, I glanced at the guy who was still staring at me intensly. I gulped and felt a hand touching my shoulder again.
I jumped a little and turned to look at Harry smirking at me. He had changed into his black swimwear, his bare chest with his plenty tattoos and curly hair gathered in a ponytail. God..Too hot for me to handle. He was wearing sunglasses and seemed more attractive than before. I placed my palm on my chest and exhaled.
"God, you scared me." I admitted, causing him to chuckle and walk over my pool chair to sit on his.
I glanced at the guy again to find him staring down, a serious expression on his face. His friend pat his shoulder and he glanced up at him, pretending he's listening to what his friend was saying. My heart broke a little. Oh God, did I like the guy?
"What?" Harry asked and turned to follow my gaze.
My heart came up to my throat. "Nothing. I ordered our drinks." I changed the subject.
"Nice." he hummed and turned to look at me.
"You have a lot of tattoos." I said and he let a huff, shrugging.
"I just have a kind of...obssesion I guess.." he muttered.
"It's obvious, Harry." I rolled my eyes, making him laugh.
"What about you? he asked, running his hands down his thighs.
"I've never really thought about having a tattoo.." I admitted, giving him a shy smile.
"Why not?" he tilted his head to the side, leaning forward. He seemed really curious about me not having a tattoo.
"I don't know.." I shrugged. "Does it hurt?" I asked and he pressed his lips together in order to hold back a laugh.
"Oh yes, it hurts really bad." he tried to make a grimace.
My heart stopped. "Really? It hurts that bad?" I asked with shock.
"Yes. Especially the one I got on my stomach," he showed his torso, my eyes landing on his packs where the skin was inked to a butterfly tattoo. Beautiful. "It hurt really bad. I couldn't eat for almost a week."
My eyes were ready to pop out and I felt disgusted. "Really? Almost a week?" I shrieked.
"Yes," he licked his lower lip and let a snort.
"Oh my..." I placed my palm on my forehead. "I'm not having a tattoo, that's for sure!"
He burst into a laughter and tilted his head back, clapping his hands. My heart raced at the wonderful sound. I compared the way Harry laughed with the way the guy with the blue eyes laughed and I had to admit that Harry's was much more adorable and it had a huge affection to my heart.
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(A/N: Yes, I double updated because I was bored lol :D Thank you for reading, please don't forget to vote and comment. Love you lotsssssss ❤)